Thales is a serial killer who sees his actions as necessary for the betterment of the world. He has a unique approach to killing that does not involve rituals or trophies, and he does not lack empathy or sociopathic tendencies. He kills like a soldier fighting his own personal war of necessity and believes that childhood is sacred. Despite being a killer, he has both code and conscience.

Thales had never seen the appeal of what was considered to be socially acceptable by the masses. Perhaps it was because he had a very different opinion about what constituted socially acceptable behavior and what, for that matter, constituted appropriate punishment for what would be socially unacceptable behavior. As one would expect from a serial killer, Thales, like most serial killers, saw his actions as necessary things, and contributing to a better future for the world. It would, however, have been inaccurate and unfair to describe his social persona as a façade, or some manner of mask.

Social activities were, for Thales, as they were for most human beings around the world: a matter of personal health, survival, a way to unwind and savor everything he loved about humankind and the overall potential of humans to be and do good. Some had made the assessment that Thales was unique among serial killers, or at the very least rare, because he did not kill like most of them. There were no rituals, no grotesque trophies, or psychotic tendencies. He showed no lack of empathy, no sociopathic ideations or broad-based apathy toward other beings or their lives, had not started by dissecting live kittens in his mother's basement.

One assessor had evaluated him, rather, as killing like a soldier fighting his own personal war of necessity, killing as a way to make sense of the universe and as an uncommon approach to making the world a better place. He didn't attempt to dehumanize his victims, or leave them in positions that would serve as a gross humiliation, did not desecrate their corpse or leave them stripped naked somewhere a family member might discover the body. He was John Wick when it came to children: never angry or violent, never anything that would disrupt a child's innocent comprehension (or lack of comprehension) of the world around them.

Childhood, Thales had always believed, was sacred: children should never have their childhood stolen from them. Dissimilar from most serial killers, Thales had both code and conscience, which was why the Dread Lotus had welcomed him into their fold.

"Yes. I think that sounds lovely, Miklos. A café sounds about perfect, right now, in fact," Thales smirked a little bit, half-smug and half-seductive, at the comment about being fine in an isolation chamber if Thales were there, too, "Oh, really? My, my. I'll see what I can do."

Miklos stood in line for about five minutes with Thales, both placing an order for some food, before making their way to the Pseudo-Outdoor cafe, having a seat near the large computer screens which were streaming pictures of a waterfall.

"You know, Thales, this is kind of romantic. I'm not a huge romantic person, but if I was going to try and woe someone in this place, having a seat in this little 'Pseudo' Outdoor cafe, and having something to eat with the person in question would be how I would do it. Right now though. I am just trying to get something to eat so that I will be able to focus entirely on you for the rest of the night.

"You know. I have always wondered something. What goes through your mind when you kill someone. Do you think about it at all? How does it make you feel? Do you dwell on it at all, or totally forget about it after it is done and over with? I deal with a lot of clients who have ended people before, and there is a lot of preoccupation or guilt with many of my clients. I kind of expect that you are not like that at all. You probably stop thinking about it as soon as it's done and over with right? Like on to the next thing?

Thales smiled amicably, chuckling a little when he claimed he was not a romantic person, but that this was romantic, and if he meant to woo someone, this was how he would do it. He didn't know how he felt about it himself, if he were being honest, but did it really matter? He knew he liked the company and he knew he liked the location, he did not see it as necessarily important whether it was or was not romantic. Even still, though, Thales listened and nodded a little in answer to the comments about wanting to spend the entire night with him.

"I do all of my obsessing and fretting before a kill, not after. I examine them, evaluate them thoroughly, gather as much information on someone as I can to make sure that my targeting is on-point. I am always confident when I kill someone, it is the best possible course-of-action for the world. They may deserve to live, but if I kill them, the world deserves their absence, and what they deserve is not so important, as what the whole world deserves. I don't forget, but I don't really feel anything or dwell on it, after-the-fact, either. I do not experience sensations of guilt, but I don't diminish the significance of what I did, either," he answered, rolling his shoulders a little as he collected his coffee.

"I dwell long and hard on them, and their potential fate and the patterns of their life, before I make a decision, however. I examine the people around them, assess whether the lives of those around them would be improved or damaged by their absence," he added simply.

Miklos listened intently as Thales started going on about how he dealt with each evaluation of a person. The man understood now a lot better how his boyfriend navigated the issue of deciding who should live and who should die. It was clear enough. Weigh whether or not the world would be improved or damaged by their absence. It made total sense, and it was obviously something that Miklos could live with or else he would not be dating a serial killer who targeted hypocritical Christians.

"I understand." was all that Miklos said. He did not need to say more, and Miklos was not one for unnecessary chatter. The man had gotten his answer and so now it was time to move on to the next thing. "If you are finished with your food we can head back to the room now. Have a bit of fun. You up for it, hot stuff?"

Miklos might have sometimes been a little cheesy and his timing with pillow talk may have left a bit to be desired, but he knew that it was not a make or break thing with the other man. He must have either found it cute, or not really given a shit one way or another. They still were dating even though Miklos did not have dirty talk down to a science. Thales seemed to want him, that was what mattered.

Thales smiled a bit in answer when Miklos indicated that he understood. Thales viewed what he did as a necessary act: not a necessary evil, simply a necessary act. He did not view his targets as evil, either, really: it simply was a fact that on thorough and methodical analysis, their death represented a net gain for the world. If in addition to this he found them to be hypocritical, living in ways that went against what the belief system they claimed to observe claimed to hold as essential tenets of goodness? Well, that was what brought death to their door, metaphorically speaking.

"Sure. That sounds pleasant," Thales said. He didn't really mind how the other one spoke: some people were better than others at sounding attractive. There were more important things in life than sounding sexy; well, unless one happened to be an operator on a phone sex service. It would be fairly important for someone in that line-of-work to sound very sexy, indeed. For a boyfriend, though, there were things far more important than a sexy voice. Miklos was very pleasurable to lay with, which he saw as definitely the more relevant skill.

"I am rather fond of you," virtually a glowing recommendation, at least from Thales, "I am rather fond of living down here, too. It's cool, dry, has pleasant atmosphere. I've always thought living underground was underrated."


Miklos is a man dating a serial killer. He is comfortable with his partner's actions. Miklos does not engage in unnecessary chatter and prefers to get straight to the point. He may sometimes be cheesy with pillow talk, but it doesn't affect their relationship negatively.

Miklos listened intently as Thales started going on about how he dealt with each evaluation of a person. The man understood now a lot better how his boyfriend navigated the issue of deciding who should live and who should die. It was clear enough. Weigh whether or not the world would be improved or damaged by their absence. It made total sense, and it was obviously something that Miklos could live with or else he would not be dating a serial killer who targeted hypocritical Christians.

"I understand." was all that Miklos said. He did not need to say more, and Miklos was not one for unnecessary chatter. The man had gotten his answer and so now it was time to move on to the next thing. "If you are finished with your food we can head back to the room now. Have a bit of fun. You up for it, hot stuff?"

Miklos might have sometimes been a little cheesy and his timing with pillow talk may have left a bit to be desired, but he knew that it was not a make or break thing with the other man. He must have either found it cute, or not really given a shit one way or another. They still were dating even though Miklos did not have dirty talk down to a science. Thales seemed to want him, that was what mattered.


An attractive young man, with messy hair and beautiful green eyes. He has an athletic build. He is quite bold and assertive, given his candid confession of love for Hermione and willingness to express his feelings publicly. At the same time, he also shows sensitivity and concern about potentially taking advantage of Hermione's feelings. Despite this, he's willing to take risks in pursuit of what he wants, even if it means breaking societal norms or expectations. His nervousness during intimate moments indicates that such situations might be relatively new for him despite his outward confidence.

Harry started slightly at her touch. He realized that it wasn't entirely unpleasant. "Of course." He stroked Hermione's head, inhaling her scent. It was slightly... arousing in a way he couldn't put his finger on. Her breasts pressing against his chest and she shifted a little. He didn't want her to notice anything. "I really like you, Hermione," he muttered at last. His fingers swept across her back. His heart was pounding a little madly inside his chest. He cupped the brunette's face, pulling it forward. He expected her to slap or berate him any moment. He slowly kissed the corner of her mouth.

Hermione had been caught off guard by Harry's sudden pronouncement. He liked her? Surely he meant as a friend, but as his hand moved up her back, it became clear that he meant more. He took her face and kissed her, and it was like the air was sucked from her lungs. Everything disappeared but him. She kissed Harry back, unable to stop herself. It was a passionate kiss, and one she realized she'd wanted for a long time. Long before she'd admitted she didn't actually want Ron.

Moments later, she broke the kiss and leaned back to look into Harry's eyes again. She was flooded with guilt suddenly. What would people think? She stood quickly, shaking her head, "We shouldn't have done that Harry. I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry." She grabbed her things and ran back to the castle, terrified that she'd just ruined everything. She was so stupid, Harry was her best friend, and she had kissed him.

Hermione tasted good. Harry realized that the girl was much better than Cho Chang. They were clearly visible in the grounds from the castle, and yet it didn't really bother him that anyone might watch. His tongue slid into hers' for a moment as they made out, and his hands went to Hermione's waist. He nibbled her lips, inhaling the seductive scent.

And then it was over. "Wait, no!" Harry got to his feet just as she started running back to the castle. "Hermione, hold on!" It was as if the euphoria inside him had been evaporated, only to be replaced by a hollow. Waves of disgust coursed through him. Hadn't he just taken advantage of her? He rushed to keep up with Hermione, holding her hand just as she was walking up the stone steps into the castle. "Please listen to me." A few people glanced curiously at them during their way to a herbology lesson.

Hermione looked embarrassed as the other students looked at them, and she whispered her response, not pulling her hand away from his, "Harry... what about Ginny? And what will Ron think? We can't do this. And if it didn't work out, I don't want to lose you. You're my best friend."

It hurt her to say these things, because the truth was that she wanted this. She wanted him. He was so perfect. Harry was smart, talented, athletic, kind, protective, and more than a little attractive. His messy hair was so endearing, and his green eyes were beautiful. Not to mention his body. God his body...

Harry spluttered a little. "I... it's not really working out with Ginny, to be honest. We've never clicked. I don't know what even made me attracted to her, in the first place." It was the truth, and yet he doubted whether Hermione would believe him. "As for Ron... I know he'd upset that you snogged me, but..." His voice trailed off. "I love you. I really do." His heart was beating a little madly inside his chest. He grabbed her arm, not letting go. "I'm serious."

Hermione couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Harry loved her? That was just... absurd. She must've misunderstood him. "Harry... how can I know you really mean that? I'm scared this will ruin everything."

Harry took a deep breath. "I'm not lying. What would be the point of betraying you, Hermione? Of course, no one's asking you to believe me." Harry leaned forwards, holding her tightly. "It won't ruin anything. I promise. Trust me on that even if you don't believe anything else. I could never hurt you."

Harry leaned in so close, and as he spoke his reassuring words, Hermione couldn't help herself anymore. She kissed him again. It was a slow, passionate kiss. The kiss she had wanted for so long, though she had tried to deny it, even to herself. She wanted this, wanted him.

Harry was slightly taken aback, but returned the kiss. His tongue darted forwards to entwine with her own as they made out. He pulled Hermione towards the castle, stroking her hair. Finally, he broke the embrace, somewhat breathless. He grinned at her. "Come on," he muttered, almost dragging her towards the nearby classroom. He shut the door behind them, excited about what they were about to do. "I want you to know that I'm very serious about it, Hermione. It's not a jump-off or anything. I'm talking about a proper relationship." He faltered. "You understand me, don't you?"

Hermione followed Harry to the empty classroom, her entire body feeling warm as she realized what he wanted. "I understand, Harry," she replied, somewhat breathless. "I want that too. I want to be with you."

"Well, then what are we waiting for?" Harry grinned. He pulled her in for another, slightly short, kiss before undressing. He hesitated before pulling down his boxers. God, the boy had no idea that he'd be allowing Hermione to see his private anatomies. He waited awkwardly, almost as if expecting her to take the lead.

Hermione saw his hesitation, and it just made him that much more attractive. She leaned in and kisses him softly, then gently pulled his boxers down for him. She wasn't a virgin, but she still didn't have a lot of experience, and she was surprised by how... nice it looked. And he was hard for her. It made her skin tingle as she looked at it. She looked up at Harry and whispered, "Will you undress me Harry?"

Harry hissed sharply at her touch. He was rock-hard by now. Green waves of unreality washed over him. Sure, he'd fantasized about this for months, had craved the brunette's touch, but had never actually expected her to go down on him. His breathing became slightly more labored as he noticed Hermione eyeing his shaft. He was all for what they were about to do.

"Of course." He dimly registered how soft her skin was as he undressed the girl, removing her clothes. He was quite gentle, not wanting to hurt her. And he probably never would. Unless she wanted him to. Ron, he thought, would be so jealous. "How are you going to explain this to Ron?" he grinned, finally pulling aside Hermione's panties. The sight of her slit was intoxicating. He kneeled down on the floor, facing her vagina. He gave her a tentative lick, tipping the girl a wink.


An attractive brunette with a well-developed figure as indicated by Harry's reaction to her physical contact. She is emotionally intelligent and considerate of others' feelings, shown by her initial hesitation to act on her desires due to fear of damaging relationships. Despite this, she also displays passion and desire, particularly towards Harry. Her ability to take the lead during intimate moments suggests that she's not entirely inexperienced in such matters. She seems to value honesty and reassurance in a relationship, evident from her need for confirmation about Harry's intentions.

Harry hissed sharply at her touch. He was rock-hard by now. Green waves of unreality washed over him. Sure, he'd fantasized about this for months, had craved the brunette's touch, but had never actually expected her to go down on him. His breathing became slightly more labored as he noticed Hermione eyeing his shaft. He was all for what they were about to do.

"Of course." He dimly registered how soft her skin was as he undressed the girl, removing her clothes. He was quite gentle, not wanting to hurt her. And he probably never would. Unless she wanted him to. Ron, he thought, would be so jealous. "How are you going to explain this to Ron?" he grinned, finally pulling aside Hermione's panties. The sight of her slit was intoxicating. He kneeled down on the floor, facing her vagina. He gave her a tentative lick, tipping the girl a wink.

Hermione watched as Harry knelt before her, a sense of surrealism washing over her. She could hardly believe this was happening—that she was here, with him, in such an intimate situation. His tongue sent shivers up her spine and she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp at the sensation. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked down at him, his green eyes glinting with desire.

This wasn't just about physical attraction; it was about them finally acknowledging the deep connection they'd always shared. But there were still so many questions left unanswered—what would happen when others found out? How would Ron react? Despite these worries clouding her mind, she realized that right now, all she wanted was to lose herself in Harry, to explore this newfound dimension of their relationship.


A man with a skinny body, somewhat defined abs, and silky hair. He's not very physically active as his physique isn't overly muscular. His personality is complex: he's manipulative, controlling, and abusive, displaying characteristics of a classic abuser. Yet he also shows moments of tenderness and charm which make him dangerously seductive. Despite this softer side, his dominant nature is evident in the way he takes control during intimate situations. Ultimately, Danny is deeply flawed character with an unsettling blend of charm and cruelty.

"Actually. You know what, come here you..." Danny whispered, keeping his hand running through her hair slowly and gently as he did, hearing her quiet, exasperated moans as he did so. He used his other hand to lead her over to her bed with a smile, he laid down and pulled her onto him, continuing to move his hand through her hair gently. "Good... you have such gorgeous hair..." He whispered, pulling her into another kiss, this time it was a little deeper and he held it for much longer, even letting his tongue slip into her mouth a little as he did so.

The next thing she knew, Adella was on top of him, his tongue slipping in her mouth and her allowing it, even opening her lips slightly for him. It was official. She was crazy. She was letting her abusive, psycho kidnapper kiss her as if they'd been lovers for years. But he kept stroking her hair! Even her anger couldn't win this round, her plump body instantly molding to his as she deepened the kiss even further, knowing that she'd probably regret it later, but fuck it. Her hands reached up to cup his face and then ran her hands through his hair, feeling the silky locks weave around her fingers. Soft moans and whimpers sounded from her before she playfully nipped his bottom lip, enjoying his reactions.

Danny pulled away a little from the kiss and smiled down at her. He took off his shirt quickly and threw it away, revealing his skinny body, he had the definition of some abs, but it wasn't really too clear, as if he just sat around all day. "You are really gorgeous..." He whispered, complimenting her again and then pulling her into a kiss. He pulled away again quickly and sighed contentedly.

"How about you take that hoodie and shirt off?" He suggested, already feeling his bulge pressing against her crotch through both of their pants by now. He slid his hand back into her hair, combing through it once more, enjoying the feeling of her gorgeous, silky locks brushing against his flesh. He used his other hand to slide up the inside of her shirt, rubbing her side gently as he kissed her again. She would definitely have to push him off to do anything with her clothing, but he didn't care, he was so lost in the moment.

Adella suddenly felt a bulge press between her legs as he asked her to take her tops off, and she knew she shouldn't, but Adella wanted to feels so good so bad, she didn't care who from at this point. Giggling softly, she nodded and sat up, about to take the hoodie off when she caught her reflection in the window, seeing her busted face and the distinct bruising around her throat felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown on her.

What in the FUCK was she doing? Just casually about to hook up with her kidnapper who wanted to kill her, no big deal. She was panting as she straddled him and then looked back down at him, still feeling his excitement between her legs before she moved off him. "I can't do it Danny. I won't." Adella spoke softly, shaking her head as she moved away from him and off the bed.

As she moved away, Danny sighed, taking her hand into hers once again and pulling her back. "No. Adella, don't. I promise you I won't hurt you anymore." He told her, his eyes looking up into hers, almost as if he was begging for some sympathy from her. "I didn't even mean to hurt you before. It was fight or flight. You have to understand." Technically, that was true. She had literally punched him, scratching him, choked him, bit him, pretty much anything she could do to get him away from her. "Listen, I know you want to as well. I promise you I won't do any more than what you're comfortable with..." He whispered, biting his lip as he leaned in to try and give her another kiss, his eyes squeezed shut tightly.

Steeling her nerves, Adella shook her head silently and stood back from the bed. He wouldn't be able to rope her in this time. Giving her that lame fight or flight excuse. It's not like she was the one who snuck up behind him in an alleyway and threatened to blow his face off. Or nearly choke him to death. Her body was confused and her mind was clouded, but now she realized.

Adella could never be with him. She could never be with someone she feared or had to walk on eggshells so that he didn't become upset. She felt sorry for him, she truly did, but she had to put herself first. The one ray of sunlight bathed her, making her eyes as purple as lavender and showing the slight blue tinge of her hair. Maybe if he had of just talked to her, or even waved, things would be different. Hell, he stalked her long enough to have her number probably! She would have taken creepy calls and texts over the abuse.

Danny shook his head and sighed, reaching down to her legs and gripping the pants he gave to her. He suddenly pulled them down, then grabbed her by the collar, pulling her over to him. "Listen. I've made my decision. Bend over on this bed, now." He demanded, reaching around to her backside and giving her a gentle, yet still farm spank to her backside. "I'll be nice and gentle if you do exactly as I demand from you." He grinned, pulling his large cock from his own pants, exposing it to her once again, his eyes full of lust upon seeing her curvy body again.

"I'll never forgive you" Adella hissed as he bent her over the bed, landing a slap on her ass. He was going to do it! The psycho was really going to take her cherry! Crying out in anger, she tried to squirm away from him, planning all of the ways she was going to inflict pain on the asshole. Seeing his cock hard and ready to violate her again made her core slowly become wet, and she hated it. Hated him for making her feel this way! "Danny! I'll hate you forever. Do you hear me?!"

Danny grinned, watching her ass from the back, he began running his fingers slowly against her clit, hoping to entice her to become more and more wet. "Wow, would you look at that?" He smirked, feeling that she was already slightly wet, just from the sight of his cock. "At this point, I want this so badly that I'm willing to take that risk." He told her, feeling that she was now quite slick from the gentle rubbing against her most sensitive area.

"Mmmm. You'd better be a good girl and hold still, or this'll hurt a lot more than it needs to." He warned, suddenly getting up and kneeling behind her, the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance. He grinned, feeling the tip becoming wet in reaction to being pressed against her. "Hold still now..." He warned again, gripping her sides and using them as leverage to slowly inch the tip of his long, thick cock inside of her.

"Don't you fucking do it." Adella panted softly, feeling the head of his cock at her entrance. She was confused as to what she should do, if she moved to suddenly, he might get mad and take her rough, but she didn't want him to take her at all! "I-I won't be your friend, Danny! Don't do this!" She shook her her head, her hands grabbing fistfuls of blanket as he grabbed her hips just before he began to slide inside her, Adella's eyes widening as she she cried out softly, knowing it was to late to stop him now.

"Just remember to hold still. It'll actually just feel good if you relax." Danny told her, his voice sounding sickeningly sweet as he offered her advice on how to deal with the situation better. "Fuck..." He suddenly groaned, pushing even more of his cock slowly inside her. "Man... That feels so good." He moaned, moving one hand off her hip and moving it to cover her mouth. "Don't you fucking talk..." He whispered.

Even if she wanted to, she couldn't move that much anyway. Her body was pinned between his and the bed, and every time she went to move her hips, she only pushed him further inside her, making Adella whine out and her nails drag down the sheet, tearing into the fabric. Just when she began to warm up to him. He just couldn't walk away and let her think. Finally feeling him press against her hymen, that's when she began to the writhe and struggle, her hands leaving the bed and clawing at the hand that muffled her cries of pain. He was a monster. A manipulative, dangerous monster.

Danny allowed her to claw at his hand, not caring whether or not she was actually hurting him. As far as he cared, the pleasure far outweighed the pain. "Such a good girl..." He groaned, pressing harder against her hymen. "I bet you'll love this..." He whispered, moving his hand off her mouth and using it to spank her ass. His hips suddenly began to move a little, causing him to pump his cock in and out of her slowly. "Oh fuck..." He whispered, biting his bottom lip in pleasure.

Adella couldn't even think of words as pain exploded all across her body, his cock tearing through her hymen and making her try to slam her legs closed instinctively. It hurt so much she could barely feel the spank he gave her but felt her ass jiggle from the hard slap. Her core clenched down on the foreign member inside her, trying it's hardest to push it out by force. Why did it hurt so much?! She kept her face down on the bed as she cried and screamed out for help or begging him to stop.

Danny felt her insides clenching around his member and groaned, using this as an opportunity to become more rough. Rather than just being slow, he began to pump in and out of her faster than before, determined to help more with her arousal, hoping that would make her pain more easy to bare. He groaned as he did, listening to her cries of pain. "Fuck yeah..." He whispered, spanking her once again. "Just relax and take it..." He grunted out, pounding her roughly still.

"I-I can't!" She screamed into the mattress, feeling his thrusts become more violent. Adella felt her body start to adjust to his size slowly, every thrust jiggling her ass and thighs, her cunt juices starting to cover his cock and drip onto the ground beneath her spread legs. This time she felt his hard spank and her back arched, allowing him deeper access by accident and making her scream his name to the roof while her body shook slightly from pain... and pleasure. She disgusted herself. Adella liked not having any choice but to please him, knowing that she couldn't be held accountable for how her body reacted if he forced her.

"You can... I promise you..." Danny muttered, leaning over her and breathing heavily in her ear as his brutal thrusts kept slamming into her, his large size making it even easier for him to get off, he felt her juices spreading all over his cock now, which just gave him the confidence that he could fuck her more, knowing that her body loved it, whether or not her mind did was irrelevant. "Just admit that you like this cock, Adella." He groaned, addressing her by name as he continued to thrust into her, using both his hands to grab her ass tightly. "Fuck, these curves are perfect..." He whispered, squeezing her ass once again.

Adella could feel his hot breath panting against her face as he somehow got deeper within her body, her hips moving, but not to get away, only to adjust her body so he could reach a sensitive spot within her, her eyes flying open as a pathetic whine pushed past her lips. It was starting to feel so good! His encouragement, groping her ass, the weight of his body on hers, the smell of sex thick in the air and the sheer size of him triggering all of her senses into overdrive, and then she finally tipped over into climax.

"Danny!" Adella screamed to the heavens as her hips began to buck against his thrusts, taking him so deep she felt him slam against her womb, only prolonging the fall into climax, her body writhing like she was on fire and tears shedding from behind her closed eyes while her newly opened hole milked and clenched around him greedily.

Danny felt her adjusting her body to get into a better position for him and he grinned as her hips moved into his, the smell of sex filled his nostrils and he sighed in relief. "Feels so fucking good..." He grumbled, then heard her scream his name. "Fuck, Adella..." He whispered, feeling her tight hole squeezing around his cock, desperate to make him cum.

"Oh fuck, if you keep at it like that I'm gonna fucking cum..." He told her, biting his bottom lip again as his cock continued to fuck her deeply, his own orgasm not quite coming just yet. His heavy breathing from behind her just went to further prove how much he was enjoying himself as he brutally fucked her, claiming her first time.

The good feeling started to fade as her body came down from cumming, her thighs shaking and her body so sensitive that it became more painful with every brutal thrust of his deep inside her body. Adella didn't know how he was still moving inside her, her body felt like it clamped down like a fist when she climaxed, but he just kept pumping her through it, threatening that he'll cum inside her. Whimpering softly, she reached back and tried to push him back, the head of his cock ramming against her womb. "Don't cum inside me! Not my first time!" She began to struggle again even though her body was being slammed into the bed with every thrust.

Danny groaned as he kept fucking her, his eyes rolling back in his head. He felt her hand on his stomach and he sighed. "Don't worry Adella... I won't cum inside you..." He whispered, putting his hand into her hair again, curling his hand around some of it and yanking it, pulling her hair back. "Stop fucking fighting me on this..." He grunted, suddenly pulling out his entire length, just to slam it back in again with one thrust. He kept pulling on her hair, keeping her head now firmly off the bed and giving him control of how her body moved.

"Fuck, this is gonna have to be every day now..." He told her, his cock still brutally ramming against her womb. After a minute of this, he suddenly let out a long moan and pulled out his cock from inside her. He suddenly shot his thick, white cum all over her ass and thighs. He instantly let go of her hair and sighed contentedly, biting his lip as he looked at her.


A 22 years old woman with a curvy, plump body and gorgeous hair. She has eyes as purple as lavender and blue-tinged hair, which suggests she might have an unusual or striking appearance. Personality-wise, Adella is shown to be conflicted and confused, torn between fear and desire. She's resilient in the face of abuse but also susceptible to manipulation. Despite her traumatic experiences, there's an underlying sensuality that she struggles with throughout the story.

"Actually. You know what, come here you..." Danny whispered, keeping his hand running through her hair slowly and gently as he did, hearing her quiet, exasperated moans as he did so. He used his other hand to lead her over to her bed with a smile, he laid down and pulled her onto him, continuing to move his hand through her hair gently. "Good... you have such gorgeous hair..." He whispered, pulling her into another kiss, this time it was a little deeper and he held it for much longer, even letting his tongue slip into her mouth a little as he did so.

The next thing she knew, Adella was on top of him, his tongue slipping in her mouth and her allowing it, even opening her lips slightly for him. It was official. She was crazy. She was letting her abusive, psycho kidnapper kiss her as if they'd been lovers for years. But he kept stroking her hair! Even her anger couldn't win this round, her plump body instantly molding to his as she deepened the kiss even further, knowing that she'd probably regret it later, but fuck it. Her hands reached up to cup his face and then ran her hands through his hair, feeling the silky locks weave around her fingers. Soft moans and whimpers sounded from her before she playfully nipped his bottom lip, enjoying his reactions.

Danny pulled away a little from the kiss and smiled down at her. He took off his shirt quickly and threw it away, revealing his skinny body, he had the definition of some abs, but it wasn't really too clear, as if he just sat around all day. "You are really gorgeous..." He whispered, complimenting her again and then pulling her into a kiss. He pulled away again quickly and sighed contentedly.

"How about you take that hoodie and shirt off?" He suggested, already feeling his bulge pressing against her crotch through both of their pants by now. He slid his hand back into her hair, combing through it once more, enjoying the feeling of her gorgeous, silky locks brushing against his flesh. He used his other hand to slide up the inside of her shirt, rubbing her side gently as he kissed her again. She would definitely have to push him off to do anything with her clothing, but he didn't care, he was so lost in the moment.

Adella suddenly felt a bulge press between her legs as he asked her to take her tops off, and she knew she shouldn't, but Adella wanted to feels so good so bad, she didn't care who from at this point. Giggling softly, she nodded and sat up, about to take the hoodie off when she caught her reflection in the window, seeing her busted face and the distinct bruising around her throat felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown on her.

What in the FUCK was she doing? Just casually about to hook up with her kidnapper who wanted to kill her, no big deal. She was panting as she straddled him and then looked back down at him, still feeling his excitement between her legs before she moved off him. "I can't do it Danny. I won't." Adella spoke softly, shaking her head as she moved away from him and off the bed.

As she moved away, Danny sighed, taking her hand into hers once again and pulling her back. "No. Adella, don't. I promise you I won't hurt you anymore." He told her, his eyes looking up into hers, almost as if he was begging for some sympathy from her. "I didn't even mean to hurt you before. It was fight or flight. You have to understand." Technically, that was true. She had literally punched him, scratching him, choked him, bit him, pretty much anything she could do to get him away from her. "Listen, I know you want to as well. I promise you I won't do any more than what you're comfortable with..." He whispered, biting his lip as he leaned in to try and give her another kiss, his eyes squeezed shut tightly.

Steeling her nerves, Adella shook her head silently and stood back from the bed. He wouldn't be able to rope her in this time. Giving her that lame fight or flight excuse. It's not like she was the one who snuck up behind him in an alleyway and threatened to blow his face off. Or nearly choke him to death. Her body was confused and her mind was clouded, but now she realized.

Adella could never be with him. She could never be with someone she feared or had to walk on eggshells so that he didn't become upset. She felt sorry for him, she truly did, but she had to put herself first. The one ray of sunlight bathed her, making her eyes as purple as lavender and showing the slight blue tinge of her hair. Maybe if he had of just talked to her, or even waved, things would be different. Hell, he stalked her long enough to have her number probably! She would have taken creepy calls and texts over the abuse.

Danny shook his head and sighed, reaching down to her legs and gripping the pants he gave to her. He suddenly pulled them down, then grabbed her by the collar, pulling her over to him. "Listen. I've made my decision. Bend over on this bed, now." He demanded, reaching around to her backside and giving her a gentle, yet still farm spank to her backside. "I'll be nice and gentle if you do exactly as I demand from you." He grinned, pulling his large cock from his own pants, exposing it to her once again, his eyes full of lust upon seeing her curvy body again.

"I'll never forgive you" Adella hissed as he bent her over the bed, landing a slap on her ass. He was going to do it! The psycho was really going to take her cherry! Crying out in anger, she tried to squirm away from him, planning all of the ways she was going to inflict pain on the asshole. Seeing his cock hard and ready to violate her again made her core slowly become wet, and she hated it. Hated him for making her feel this way! "Danny! I'll hate you forever. Do you hear me?!"

Danny grinned, watching her ass from the back, he began running his fingers slowly against her clit, hoping to entice her to become more and more wet. "Wow, would you look at that?" He smirked, feeling that she was already slightly wet, just from the sight of his cock. "At this point, I want this so badly that I'm willing to take that risk." He told her, feeling that she was now quite slick from the gentle rubbing against her most sensitive area.

"Mmmm. You'd better be a good girl and hold still, or this'll hurt a lot more than it needs to." He warned, suddenly getting up and kneeling behind her, the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance. He grinned, feeling the tip becoming wet in reaction to being pressed against her. "Hold still now..." He warned again, gripping her sides and using them as leverage to slowly inch the tip of his long, thick cock inside of her.

"Don't you fucking do it." Adella panted softly, feeling the head of his cock at her entrance. She was confused as to what she should do, if she moved to suddenly, he might get mad and take her rough, but she didn't want him to take her at all! "I-I won't be your friend, Danny! Don't do this!" She shook her her head, her hands grabbing fistfuls of blanket as he grabbed her hips just before he began to slide inside her, Adella's eyes widening as she she cried out softly, knowing it was to late to stop him now.

"Just remember to hold still. It'll actually just feel good if you relax." Danny told her, his voice sounding sickeningly sweet as he offered her advice on how to deal with the situation better. "Fuck..." He suddenly groaned, pushing even more of his cock slowly inside her. "Man... That feels so good." He moaned, moving one hand off her hip and moving it to cover her mouth. "Don't you fucking talk..." He whispered.

Even if she wanted to, she couldn't move that much anyway. Her body was pinned between his and the bed, and every time she went to move her hips, she only pushed him further inside her, making Adella whine out and her nails drag down the sheet, tearing into the fabric. Just when she began to warm up to him. He just couldn't walk away and let her think. Finally feeling him press against her hymen, that's when she began to the writhe and struggle, her hands leaving the bed and clawing at the hand that muffled her cries of pain. He was a monster. A manipulative, dangerous monster.

Danny allowed her to claw at his hand, not caring whether or not she was actually hurting him. As far as he cared, the pleasure far outweighed the pain. "Such a good girl..." He groaned, pressing harder against her hymen. "I bet you'll love this..." He whispered, moving his hand off her mouth and using it to spank her ass. His hips suddenly began to move a little, causing him to pump his cock in and out of her slowly. "Oh fuck..." He whispered, biting his bottom lip in pleasure.

Adella couldn't even think of words as pain exploded all across her body, his cock tearing through her hymen and making her try to slam her legs closed instinctively. It hurt so much she could barely feel the spank he gave her but felt her ass jiggle from the hard slap. Her core clenched down on the foreign member inside her, trying it's hardest to push it out by force. Why did it hurt so much?! She kept her face down on the bed as she cried and screamed out for help or begging him to stop.

Danny felt her insides clenching around his member and groaned, using this as an opportunity to become more rough. Rather than just being slow, he began to pump in and out of her faster than before, determined to help more with her arousal, hoping that would make her pain more easy to bare. He groaned as he did, listening to her cries of pain. "Fuck yeah..." He whispered, spanking her once again. "Just relax and take it..." He grunted out, pounding her roughly still.

"I-I can't!" She screamed into the mattress, feeling his thrusts become more violent. Adella felt her body start to adjust to his size slowly, every thrust jiggling her ass and thighs, her cunt juices starting to cover his cock and drip onto the ground beneath her spread legs. This time she felt his hard spank and her back arched, allowing him deeper access by accident and making her scream his name to the roof while her body shook slightly from pain... and pleasure. She disgusted herself. Adella liked not having any choice but to please him, knowing that she couldn't be held accountable for how her body reacted if he forced her.

"You can... I promise you..." Danny muttered, leaning over her and breathing heavily in her ear as his brutal thrusts kept slamming into her, his large size making it even easier for him to get off, he felt her juices spreading all over his cock now, which just gave him the confidence that he could fuck her more, knowing that her body loved it, whether or not her mind did was irrelevant. "Just admit that you like this cock, Adella." He groaned, addressing her by name as he continued to thrust into her, using both his hands to grab her ass tightly. "Fuck, these curves are perfect..." He whispered, squeezing her ass once again.

Adella could feel his hot breath panting against her face as he somehow got deeper within her body, her hips moving, but not to get away, only to adjust her body so he could reach a sensitive spot within her, her eyes flying open as a pathetic whine pushed past her lips. It was starting to feel so good! His encouragement, groping her ass, the weight of his body on hers, the smell of sex thick in the air and the sheer size of him triggering all of her senses into overdrive, and then she finally tipped over into climax.

"Danny!" Adella screamed to the heavens as her hips began to buck against his thrusts, taking him so deep she felt him slam against her womb, only prolonging the fall into climax, her body writhing like she was on fire and tears shedding from behind her closed eyes while her newly opened hole milked and clenched around him greedily.

Danny felt her adjusting her body to get into a better position for him and he grinned as her hips moved into his, the smell of sex filled his nostrils and he sighed in relief. "Feels so fucking good..." He grumbled, then heard her scream his name. "Fuck, Adella..." He whispered, feeling her tight hole squeezing around his cock, desperate to make him cum.

"Oh fuck, if you keep at it like that I'm gonna fucking cum..." He told her, biting his bottom lip again as his cock continued to fuck her deeply, his own orgasm not quite coming just yet. His heavy breathing from behind her just went to further prove how much he was enjoying himself as he brutally fucked her, claiming her first time.

The good feeling started to fade as her body came down from cumming, her thighs shaking and her body so sensitive that it became more painful with every brutal thrust of his deep inside her body. Adella didn't know how he was still moving inside her, her body felt like it clamped down like a fist when she climaxed, but he just kept pumping her through it, threatening that he'll cum inside her. Whimpering softly, she reached back and tried to push him back, the head of his cock ramming against her womb. "Don't cum inside me! Not my first time!" She began to struggle again even though her body was being slammed into the bed with every thrust.

Danny groaned as he kept fucking her, his eyes rolling back in his head. He felt her hand on his stomach and he sighed. "Don't worry Adella... I won't cum inside you..." He whispered, putting his hand into her hair again, curling his hand around some of it and yanking it, pulling her hair back. "Stop fucking fighting me on this..." He grunted, suddenly pulling out his entire length, just to slam it back in again with one thrust. He kept pulling on her hair, keeping her head now firmly off the bed and giving him control of how her body moved.

"Fuck, this is gonna have to be every day now..." He told her, his cock still brutally ramming against her womb. After a minute of this, he suddenly let out a long moan and pulled out his cock from inside her. He suddenly shot his thick, white cum all over her ass and thighs. He instantly let go of her hair and sighed contentedly, biting his lip as he looked at her.

"I'm sorry!" Adella whined softly as he pulled out of her body, her hungry core already missing him, but she didn't need to feel it long before he slammed back inside her in one swift move, thrusting her body forward and making her cry out, her voice becoming raw again. She heard him say this was going to be an every day thing, and she vaguely wondered how she felt about it as her tits bounced with every thrust, swearing he was going to push through into her womb if he kept up the brutal thrusts.

When the pain started to become to much, Adella felt his cock twitch, instinctively making her core clamp down around him and panic until he pulled out, hearing him groan as she felt a hot sliminess on her ass and thighs, finally able to fall back on the bed limply and pant for breath, her eyes looking up at his from over her shoulder as she felt his cum run down her ass and into the crack slowly, making a shiver run along her spine.


Anthony Stark, also known as Tony, is a thirteen-year-old boy with dark hair. He's often seen in casual t-shirts and has an intense look that reflects his sharp intellect. As the son of billionaire Howard Stark, he's characterized by his genius-level intelligence and knack for technology. However, this sometimes leads him to be a troublemaker due to his lack of common sense and self-preservation instinct. Despite this, he displays a curious nature and quick wit, particularly when faced with new or intriguing concepts. His tendency to become deeply engrossed in his interests can make him somewhat oblivious to social norms at times.

It was a sunny, bright, and downright hot day, with the sun mercilessly burning down onto the city. A city that was bustling with life, people stuck in traffic, construction work on the new Town Hall coming along nicely, the local superhero flying over the city and waving at the good citizens. You know, the usual.

At the edge of the large modern and clean, and at the moment very hot, city, the large campus grounds of the Clark Rogers School for Superheroics seemed to be abandoned. Which was no surprise, as it was the summer holidays and most students had gone home. Most being the important word here, as some had stayed for a variety of reasons and could sometimes be seen wandering the grounds of the combined elementary, middle, and high school for aspiring superheroes.

One of those students was Anthony "Tony" Stark, the thirteen-year-old son of billionaire Howard Stark. And also a resident troublemaker. Not because he wanted to make trouble, but simply because his own genius sometimes ran away with him and he sometimes lacked good common sense and a proper drive for self preservation. In this moment, that part of his was for once not rearing its ugly head, as he was currently walking around the abandoned computer laboratory, his personal domain, constantly switching between different holographic displays, working on several projects at once, and listening to AC/DC while he was doing it and sipping on some horrible energy drink. Not even because he liked that stuff, he didn't, but it just felt right to do this. "Hmmm, if I do that, then perhaps... Nope, would blow up a city block. Yeah, bad idea."

He had absolutely no idea that perhaps he wasn't remaining alone for much longer.

Meanwhile, in the cyberverse, a young AI was traveling from wifi connection to wifi connection. She didn't exactly have a specific place to go, she just needed some fresh air... well, metaphorically, at least. She didn't even notice when she flew into the nearby superhero school. Well, that was until she couldn't leave. She popped out of the deice she was in... and landed in what looked like a computer room. "What the heck? Why did this stop me?"

She didn't even notice Tony at first, still just trying to figure out her predicament.

The dark haired, t-shirt wearing Tony had, of course, not expected to get any visitors. After all, this was a high tech computer laboratory with which only he could do something without of all the people still at the school, and he was not close with any of those who were around, either, so he wasn't expecting guests. As he was listening to loud music, he didn't hear the newcomer either, and he fiddled around with one of the larger than life holographic screens, this one showing a complex series of electronics which were most likely part of a bigger project, before he turned around completely lost in his thoughts.

"WHAAAA!" he screamed, seeing Vee for the first time and jumping back in shock, just surprised from her standing there. "Motherfu... holy crap... pheeew, you gave me a shock there." He waved a hand, turning off the music.

When she heard the yell, she turned and jumped herself, staring at him now. "Ah!" She landed on her butt, hissing a bit. "Ow. Um, sorry about popping in like this. I was kinda going on a stroll and got locked up here. Dunno why, either. Oh, uh, I'm Vee, by the way."

"Ummm... hi," replied Tony, careful for the moment as he had never seen her before. She could, of course, be another student or perhaps a would-be student wandering around, but he was sure he would remember such a cute girl. Perhaps one or two years younger than him, he couldn't be sure. Still, she was cute, he had to admit that.

Walking over to her, he held his hand out to help her up. "Aah, no problem. I'm Tony, I just didn't think anyone was around... Wait, did you say locked up?" Was the door locked now or what?

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Tony," Vee said as he helped her up. "No, I mean... well, you must've been doing something, 'cus I can't leave this spot." She said, totally forgetting to tell him... well, way more, so he could figure this out a bit more.

The eyebrows of Tony slowly rose higher up as she spoke, and he studied her for a moment longer, before she shrugged. "I have absolutely no idea what you are saying. The door is, as far as I know, open... Also, what's your name again?" She certainly was no student he knew, and he was pretty sure he would remember her. But then, he was often occupied with other things, thus it was possible that he had simply missed her.

"Oh, no, not the door. The wifi. It blocked me from leaving. And I'm Vee. V-e-e." She said, explaining herself more. "And you are..." She tapped in the air for a bit. "Tony Stark, son of Howard Stark."

For a moment, confusion danced over Tony's face, before slowly realization dawned on her. "You are... tied to the computer network, I guess?" he slowly asked, trying to wrap his head around this development. "And yes, I am Tony Stark, son of Howard Stark... You just pulled that information out of the network, didn't you?"

"More like the internet as a whole, though I can exist without it." Vee said, sitting on a desk. "And yep, that's right. Though, it was pretty easy. Not that many Tony's go to this school."

"Three actually, and I'm not one of them," responded Tony quickly as he watched her carefully, practically scanning her with his eyes. She was... Well, what was she? A program given form? An AI? An alien life form? Mutant? He didn't think about it as he stepped closer, a lot closer, and began to study her up close. "My name is actually Anthony, thus technically I'm not a Tony... but your point is still valid," he continued, speaking more or less without even thinking about it. "Is that body real or a construct?"

She nodded, watching as he walked closer, not freaking out or anything. "Well... I'm a Virtual Intelligence. So, Vee. And this is a Hardlight construct. Feels pretty real, if everything is correct." She held her arm out. "Go ahead and give me a touch."

Without even a second of hesitation Tony lunged forward and grabbed Vee's arm, pulling it up to inspect it closely, turning her hand around as if she was a very interesting project and not a person. "Hm, hardlight, I see. Sort of a hologram but given mass and density. Is this body programmed in or can you change it however you want? Do you need something to project this body? Can you exist without technology nearby? How much data would you take up on a computer?"

Vee giggled, letting him stare at her arm. "Alright, a lot of questions. So, If I focus, I can change sizes. It'd look like I would be getting younger or older, but still. Usually, I need some kind of camera to project myself, so no tech means no me. As for the Data one... no idea. Never checked."

"Huh, intriguing...," mumbled Tony, more to himself than to her, not even realizing he was once more slipping into a modus operandi that was not quite polite or proper for social situations but typical for him when he was working on something. "I need to see you naked." It wasn't a question but a statement, and he turned around to open a new holographic monitor, a large glowing projection that was for the moment blank. "Send a copy of a code onto this. You can do that, can't you?"

When he said that, Vee blushed. "Y-you can't just ask a girl that, you know?" She said, turning around. "But fine. You seem to be curious." In a small flash, Vee's clothing disappeared, leaving her nude. She used one hand and sent him the code.

"Thanks," mumbled Tony as he looked at the code, immediately intrigued by what he saw and captivated. He didn't even notice that her clothes were gone, at least not for another second or so, when he glanced into her direction. And he immediately spun around, staring at her, his eyes wide as saucers, blushing crimson. "Wow! I didn't mean... I mean... okay, I appreciate it, but I didn't mean naked like that."

"W-well, you could've specified!" Vee said, her clothes appearing back onto her. "You just said you wanted to see me naked!" She humphed, turning around. She was in the wrong, but she wasn't gonna admit it.

Watching the clothing appear shouldn't have surprised Tony, but it did. On an intellectual level, he was aware that she would be capable of something like this, but seeing it was something else. He blinked, thinking about it for a second, before he then quipped, "Well, I can at least tell you that you have nothing to be ashamed of. Can you change the appearance of your clothing? Not that it's really clothing, as it is part of you, but you know what I mean."

"W-...well, yeah." Vee stood still for a second, and her attire changed to look more punk and goth. "See? Pretty easy," she said, spinning around, showing off her new clothing.

"You must be horrible to buy gifts for and the walking nightmare of any clothing brand," Tony quipped immediately without thinking about it, but he certainly seemed intrigued. He reached out, touching her again, her clothes, though, his hands running over her arm. "Hmmm, it should feel the same as it is just hardlight as well, but it has a different texture to it..."


A Virtual Intelligence with a physical form created by hardlight technology. Her appearance can be altered at will, but she generally presents as a young girl who's possibly a couple of years younger than thirteen-year-old Anthony Stark, thus as an 11 years old girl. Despite her AI nature, she displays human-like attributes such as blushing and giggling, suggesting an emotive programming. She appears to be open and friendly, easily sharing about herself while maintaining an air of playfulness. However, Vee also shows signs of pride and assertiveness when misunderstood or caught off guard.

It was a sunny, bright, and downright hot day, with the sun mercilessly burning down onto the city. A city that was bustling with life, people stuck in traffic, construction work on the new Town Hall coming along nicely, the local superhero flying over the city and waving at the good citizens. You know, the usual.

At the edge of the large modern and clean, and at the moment very hot, city, the large campus grounds of the Clark Rogers School for Superheroics seemed to be abandoned. Which was no surprise, as it was the summer holidays and most students had gone home. Most being the important word here, as some had stayed for a variety of reasons and could sometimes be seen wandering the grounds of the combined elementary, middle, and high school for aspiring superheroes.

One of those students was Anthony "Tony" Stark, the thirteen-year-old son of billionaire Howard Stark. And also a resident troublemaker. Not because he wanted to make trouble, but simply because his own genius sometimes ran away with him and he sometimes lacked good common sense and a proper drive for self preservation. In this moment, that part of his was for once not rearing its ugly head, as he was currently walking around the abandoned computer laboratory, his personal domain, constantly switching between different holographic displays, working on several projects at once, and listening to AC/DC while he was doing it and sipping on some horrible energy drink. Not even because he liked that stuff, he didn't, but it just felt right to do this. "Hmmm, if I do that, then perhaps... Nope, would blow up a city block. Yeah, bad idea."

He had absolutely no idea that perhaps he wasn't remaining alone for much longer.

Meanwhile, in the cyberverse, a young AI was traveling from wifi connection to wifi connection. She didn't exactly have a specific place to go, she just needed some fresh air... well, metaphorically, at least. She didn't even notice when she flew into the nearby superhero school. Well, that was until she couldn't leave. She popped out of the deice she was in... and landed in what looked like a computer room. "What the heck? Why did this stop me?"

She didn't even notice Tony at first, still just trying to figure out her predicament.

The dark haired, t-shirt wearing Tony had, of course, not expected to get any visitors. After all, this was a high tech computer laboratory with which only he could do something without of all the people still at the school, and he was not close with any of those who were around, either, so he wasn't expecting guests. As he was listening to loud music, he didn't hear the newcomer either, and he fiddled around with one of the larger than life holographic screens, this one showing a complex series of electronics which were most likely part of a bigger project, before he turned around completely lost in his thoughts.

"WHAAAA!" he screamed, seeing Vee for the first time and jumping back in shock, just surprised from her standing there. "Motherfu... holy crap... pheeew, you gave me a shock there." He waved a hand, turning off the music.

When she heard the yell, she turned and jumped herself, staring at him now. "Ah!" She landed on her butt, hissing a bit. "Ow. Um, sorry about popping in like this. I was kinda going on a stroll and got locked up here. Dunno why, either. Oh, uh, I'm Vee, by the way."

"Ummm... hi," replied Tony, careful for the moment as he had never seen her before. She could, of course, be another student or perhaps a would-be student wandering around, but he was sure he would remember such a cute girl. Perhaps one or two years younger than him, he couldn't be sure. Still, she was cute, he had to admit that.

Walking over to her, he held his hand out to help her up. "Aah, no problem. I'm Tony, I just didn't think anyone was around... Wait, did you say locked up?" Was the door locked now or what?

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Tony," Vee said as he helped her up. "No, I mean... well, you must've been doing something, 'cus I can't leave this spot." She said, totally forgetting to tell him... well, way more, so he could figure this out a bit more.

The eyebrows of Tony slowly rose higher up as she spoke, and he studied her for a moment longer, before she shrugged. "I have absolutely no idea what you are saying. The door is, as far as I know, open... Also, what's your name again?" She certainly was no student he knew, and he was pretty sure he would remember her. But then, he was often occupied with other things, thus it was possible that he had simply missed her.

"Oh, no, not the door. The wifi. It blocked me from leaving. And I'm Vee. V-e-e." She said, explaining herself more. "And you are..." She tapped in the air for a bit. "Tony Stark, son of Howard Stark."

For a moment, confusion danced over Tony's face, before slowly realization dawned on her. "You are... tied to the computer network, I guess?" he slowly asked, trying to wrap his head around this development. "And yes, I am Tony Stark, son of Howard Stark... You just pulled that information out of the network, didn't you?"

"More like the internet as a whole, though I can exist without it." Vee said, sitting on a desk. "And yep, that's right. Though, it was pretty easy. Not that many Tony's go to this school."

"Three actually, and I'm not one of them," responded Tony quickly as he watched her carefully, practically scanning her with his eyes. She was... Well, what was she? A program given form? An AI? An alien life form? Mutant? He didn't think about it as he stepped closer, a lot closer, and began to study her up close. "My name is actually Anthony, thus technically I'm not a Tony... but your point is still valid," he continued, speaking more or less without even thinking about it. "Is that body real or a construct?"

She nodded, watching as he walked closer, not freaking out or anything. "Well... I'm a Virtual Intelligence. So, Vee. And this is a Hardlight construct. Feels pretty real, if everything is correct." She held her arm out. "Go ahead and give me a touch."

Without even a second of hesitation Tony lunged forward and grabbed Vee's arm, pulling it up to inspect it closely, turning her hand around as if she was a very interesting project and not a person. "Hm, hardlight, I see. Sort of a hologram but given mass and density. Is this body programmed in or can you change it however you want? Do you need something to project this body? Can you exist without technology nearby? How much data would you take up on a computer?"

Vee giggled, letting him stare at her arm. "Alright, a lot of questions. So, If I focus, I can change sizes. It'd look like I would be getting younger or older, but still. Usually, I need some kind of camera to project myself, so no tech means no me. As for the Data one... no idea. Never checked."

"Huh, intriguing...," mumbled Tony, more to himself than to her, not even realizing he was once more slipping into a modus operandi that was not quite polite or proper for social situations but typical for him when he was working on something. "I need to see you naked." It wasn't a question but a statement, and he turned around to open a new holographic monitor, a large glowing projection that was for the moment blank. "Send a copy of a code onto this. You can do that, can't you?"

When he said that, Vee blushed. "Y-you can't just ask a girl that, you know?" She said, turning around. "But fine. You seem to be curious." In a small flash, Vee's clothing disappeared, leaving her nude. She used one hand and sent him the code.

"Thanks," mumbled Tony as he looked at the code, immediately intrigued by what he saw and captivated. He didn't even notice that her clothes were gone, at least not for another second or so, when he glanced into her direction. And he immediately spun around, staring at her, his eyes wide as saucers, blushing crimson. "Wow! I didn't mean... I mean... okay, I appreciate it, but I didn't mean naked like that."

"W-well, you could've specified!" Vee said, her clothes appearing back onto her. "You just said you wanted to see me naked!" She humphed, turning around. She was in the wrong, but she wasn't gonna admit it.

Watching the clothing appear shouldn't have surprised Tony, but it did. On an intellectual level, he was aware that she would be capable of something like this, but seeing it was something else. He blinked, thinking about it for a second, before he then quipped, "Well, I can at least tell you that you have nothing to be ashamed of. Can you change the appearance of your clothing? Not that it's really clothing, as it is part of you, but you know what I mean."

"W-...well, yeah." Vee stood still for a second, and her attire changed to look more punk and goth. "See? Pretty easy," she said, spinning around, showing off her new clothing.


A 26 years old man who appears somewhat subdued due to his lower status in the workplace hierarchy. He is physically fit, given his ability to perform certain demanding actions. His professional yet unassuming, reflecting his role as an assistant. In terms of personality, Doug is resilient and patient, willing to endure uncomfortable situations for the sake of job security. However, he also shows signs of cunning and assertiveness when given the opportunity to turn the tables on his superior. This suggests a more complex character with hidden depths beneath an initially passive exterior.

Doug smiled, as he felt the tightness of her body, stretching out due to the size of his cock. He stopped, though, as Jamie had apparently forgotten her order for a moment. But then, she started begging again. She sounded more sincere than before, and Doug had to wonder if she actually wanted it, now. "With such a voice, how could I say no?" He said, smirking, hinting to the fact that he thought she actually really wanted this. He started moving his hips, thrusting his cock deep into her. One hand squeezed her breast, as the other moved under her, and tugged on the plug up her ass a little.

Jamie could tell that Doug heard the need in her voice and that she wanted to be pounded. As soon as he began to thrust, Jamie moaned quietly. He reached around grabbing her chest, massaging them. Jamie could feel the butt plug being moved and squirmed in response, her pussy walls and anus clinching around the penis and plug tightly. Breathing hard Jamie's face hit the bedpost in front of her; she had to press against Doug's thrust to keep from hitting her face against the hard wood.

"That feels so good," Jamie said loudly. "Sir," she added forgetting the honorific.

Doug smiled, pounding his cock deep into her. At her words he was glad she added the honorific, but decided to loosen up to her a little. "No need to add sir right now, if you don't think of it. Just say what comes naturally. Unless you need to cum, you have to beg for me to allow that." He said, not wanting to make her have to think, just wanted to let her feel, let go of her restraint, unless they were ones set by him. He let out a groan when she clenched around his cock, liking the way it felt. He pulled his hand back, and spanked her ass, although not with full force. He continued thrusting into her, listening to what sounds she would choose to make, and wondering how long she'd last until begging for him to allow her to cum.

The spank on her bottom made Jamie shout. She moaned louder now, getting lost in the feel of his cock inside her, expanding her and filling her just right. Jamie felt the head of his penis almost leave her entrance, only to slam back inside her of, shocking her system. As he continued to satisfy himself, Jamie's cries became louder and louder, her orgasm building and burning its way through her nerves. Not a thought in her head began with herself begging for release instead her hips quivered and Jamie screamed, her pussy clinching and unclenching with rapid fire as she reached her climax.

Doug groaned as well, louder than she could ever make him do in her office. He heard her getting closer to, and he wondered when she would start to beg. A few moments later, he got the answer: She wasn't. He almost got mad and beat her for it, but decided that that wasn't the smartest thing to do. He had his cock still deep inside her, and reached for his jacket pocket, taking out his mobile phone. "You know what I said about you disobeying me. Now, do you know Mister Brooks' number off the top of your head, or will I have to go and look it up?" he asked her.

"No," Jamie said breathe ragged. Jamie shook her head as her orgasm edged off slowly. "Please, forgive me. Can I please climax again sir?" Jamie's eyes underneath the blindfold were squeezed shut as her body tingled still. Jamie reached a shaky hand up to her forehead to wipe sweat away and brush hair behind her ear. Jamie tried to brace herself for a spanking but could not concentrate with Doug's penis inside her. He was still hard. That she was not use to from her ex. He would not last this long.

Doug let out a somewhat hateful laugh. "After that? Certainly not. You have until I can find Mr. Brooks' phone number to make it up to me, or your carreer'll be over." He said, working on his smartphone, to try and find the guys number, although he didn't do it as fast as he might have been able to. He wanted to make Jamie work, not doom her. But if she didn't do anything, well, it was her loss, not his.

"What do you want me to do—Master?" Jamie said as she began to push against Doug's hard cock again. He was still a force to be reckoned with it seemed. Jamie moaned again at the pressure his hard erection was causing inside her warm, tight and slippery pussy. An orgasm was just on the edge, but without more help from Doug, it was probably never going to come.

Doug just stood still, letting her move to try and get herself off all on her own. "I want you to beg. Beg for me not to ruin your life, and swear you'll obey next time I order you to do something. Think you can do that, or is that too hard for you?" He said, looking down at her. "If you want to make it through, you'll have to put it in your mind that I really AM your master, and that, unless you want to suffer the consequences, you belong to me."

Realization froze Jamie as Doug's words drifted across her brain. He owned her. Only for three months. She could do this for three months could she not? Jamie nodded her head, her body still. "I belong to you master," Jamie said quietly. For three more months and that is all. "I will obey your wishes within reason." Jamie then scooted away and off Doug's enlarged penis. She turned completely around and lightly put her hands on Doug's chest. "Let me show you," she asked not putting force behind her hands. She only wanted to ride him, and bring them both to climax.

Doug shook his head slightly. She still didn't beg. But, for the rest she did well. He could punish her for not begging like he told her later. For now, he was glad with the progress he made as she moved and turned around. "I'll give you a chance." he said, putting the phone aside. Trusting that she wouldn't do anything. He laid back on the bed. He trusted she wouldn't try anything stupid. Even though he was lying under her, he could likely still take her.

Jamie positioned herself on top of Doug, kissing his chest once. Jamie then took his cock and positioned it for her slipper hole, guiding the head to the entrance. Once the head was inside, Jamie let her waist move down, taking his cock all the way down to the ball. Then, rotating her hips, Jamie bent over, kissing Doug's neck. Jamie then sat straight and began to gyrate up and down Doug's hard erection her large pale breast bouncing with the movement. Breathing faster and moaning louder, Jamie closed her eyes as she moved against Doug getting lost in the motion and rhythm of their bodies being so close together.

Doug let her work on him, glad that she was putting some work into it. He didn't move much, letting her do all the work for a while. He groaned when she hilted him, and even more when she rotated her hips around him, feeling her walls clench around him. He began moving his hips up to meet hers, as he moved his hands to run up her thighs. His own breathing and heartbeat increased as well as the pleasure came over him. He saw her closing her eyes, and knew that if he didn't keep her mind on it slightly, she'd cum without asking again. "Don't forget to beg if you need to cum." he said.

Jamie heard Doug's reminder and slowed down her pace. She did not want to forget again, what place she was in this... thing. She was not in charge. That was something she did not believe she would ever get use to. Being a slave, someone's plaything. However, it was for three months. She could last that long right?

Jamie felt her heartbeat accelerate as her next orgasm creeped its way into her pussy folds. "I—can I cum? Please can I cum?" She asked voice almost at a shouting level as she picked up the pace on Doug's hard pulsing member. She was going to milk him for all his worth if she was lucky.

When Doug felt Jamie slow down, he knew he was right. Without his reminder, she would have came without asking him again. He had reminded her for precisely that reason. He didn't want to punish her. Punishment alone didn't work out all that well. Both carrot and stick should be used. He was planning on humiliating her, yes, punishing her for everything she had put him through, but if he would manage to get her to like it, to want to stay in this kind of relationship after the three months were over, it'd be all the much better.

So, instead of dragging her along because she had made an error, which would likely lead to her cumming without permission again, he nodded. "Yes, you may cum." He said, feeling rather close himself. he was pretty certain that her orgasm would bring him over the edge as well.

"Fuck—yes!" Jamie shouted, grinding her crotch on top of Doug's cock and balls. Jamie began to scream, her body tensing up and toes curling. Her pussy clamped down on Doug's dick as she came all over his throbbing member. Jamie's fingernails were clamped her breast, and the other hand on Doug's chest as she stopped bouncing up and down, frozen in bliss as she climaxed.

Doug felt her tense up, and prepared himself for her orgasm to come down on him. However, it was even stronger than he expected. As she came, he let out a 'Yes!' Of his own, accompanied by a loud groan, as his hands gripped into her ass. He exploded inside her, his semen painting her insides white. He rode the after-orgasm high for a bit, but snapped out of it earlier than she had, he thought. When her womanhood relaxed a little, he pulled out of her, and pushed her off him. When she came back to her senses a little, he said "Good. I won't report you, at least for a while. Now, go clean up the mess in the kitchen and take a shower, the orange juice smell is starting to bother me."

Jamie felt Doug grasp at her body as he filled her insides with his sticky fluid—she was too high on her post orgasm that she barely registered the fact that he tossed her off him. Jamie lay on her stomach and listened to Doug telling her to clean the kitchen and shower. Sighing she stood, glancing at Doug before quickly leaving her bedroom. As she stood in the kitchen naked, Jamie grabbed a washcloth from a drawer and snarled as she got on her knees to clean the mess on the floor.

She could have waited for the house cleaner to come, but that would not be until next week. If she had it her way, Doug would be in here wiggling under her heels as she scrubbed the floor clean.

Instead, she was on her knees, her skin sticky with orange juice, and her pussy dripping semen as she cleaned the floor. Once the deed was done, Jamie put the washcloth in the sink and headed to her shower to wash up.

Doug looked as she left the room, seeing that she was rather irritated with her current situation. He couldn't blame her. He was using her, a CEO, as a cleaner. He was glad she was as white as it could be, or he might feel guilty for the racist implications behind it. Right now, any sense of guilt was luckily repressed under a nice layer of vengeance.

He went to check in the closet, seeing all the toys in there, and imagining how he would use all of them on her. After he heard her go into the shower, he went into the kitchen himself, to see how well she had cleaned, and to make himself a can of coffee. He staid in the kitchen, as he waited for her to finish.

Jamie stepped in the warm water of the shower and cleaned herself. She used lavender soap to calm her senses and her muscles. After washing her hair, she braided it into one long braid. Turning the shower off, Jamie paused to listen to see if she was alone in the restroom. She could only hear the drain and the distant kitchen sink running. Frowning, she stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her body, and stepped into some fluffy slippers.

Jamie then wondered down her dark hallway to the kitchen where she smelled the coffee brewing and Doug standing. She stopped at the counter and looked at Doug, she wondered if he had been planning this since the day he met her or not. His hair was mussed still, but he did not look phased by what had happened at all.

Doug spent the time he had to wait thinking a little. Wondering if he truly should go through with this. He knew it had been more an impulse decision than anything else when he started this, but now he knew he really had to go through with it. If he stopped now, she would have power over him again, and she would likely go and try to get him fired as soon as possible.

He was rather calm, though. He knew that right now he had the superior position, he had her right where he wanted her. He took a sip of his coffee as he looked over at her. He didn't really know whether he liked her hair in a braid or not. He took a sip of his drink, and asked, sounding completely innocent. "Are you thirsty?" He asked.


A 29 years old woman who exudes power and authority. Her appearance is polished and professional, reflecting her status as a successful business owner. She has sharp features that complement her cold, calculating smile. She carries herself with an air of confidence that commands respect in any room she enters. Despite the harsh exterior, Jamie has shown signs of vulnerability and hidden desires under certain circumstances. This dichotomy suggests a complex personality beneath the surface---a strong-willed CEO harboring submissive tendencies within intimate settings.

Doug smiled, as he felt the tightness of her body, stretching out due to the size of his cock. He stopped, though, as Jamie had apparently forgotten her order for a moment. But then, she started begging again. She sounded more sincere than before, and Doug had to wonder if she actually wanted it, now. "With such a voice, how could I say no?" He said, smirking, hinting to the fact that he thought she actually really wanted this. He started moving his hips, thrusting his cock deep into her. One hand squeezed her breast, as the other moved under her, and tugged on the plug up her ass a little.

Jamie could tell that Doug heard the need in her voice and that she wanted to be pounded. As soon as he began to thrust, Jamie moaned quietly. He reached around grabbing her chest, massaging them. Jamie could feel the butt plug being moved and squirmed in response, her pussy walls and anus clinching around the penis and plug tightly. Breathing hard Jamie's face hit the bedpost in front of her; she had to press against Doug's thrust to keep from hitting her face against the hard wood.

"That feels so good," Jamie said loudly. "Sir," she added forgetting the honorific.

Doug smiled, pounding his cock deep into her. At her words he was glad she added the honorific, but decided to loosen up to her a little. "No need to add sir right now, if you don't think of it. Just say what comes naturally. Unless you need to cum, you have to beg for me to allow that." He said, not wanting to make her have to think, just wanted to let her feel, let go of her restraint, unless they were ones set by him. He let out a groan when she clenched around his cock, liking the way it felt. He pulled his hand back, and spanked her ass, although not with full force. He continued thrusting into her, listening to what sounds she would choose to make, and wondering how long she'd last until begging for him to allow her to cum.

The spank on her bottom made Jamie shout. She moaned louder now, getting lost in the feel of his cock inside her, expanding her and filling her just right. Jamie felt the head of his penis almost leave her entrance, only to slam back inside her of, shocking her system. As he continued to satisfy himself, Jamie's cries became louder and louder, her orgasm building and burning its way through her nerves. Not a thought in her head began with herself begging for release instead her hips quivered and Jamie screamed, her pussy clinching and unclenching with rapid fire as she reached her climax.

Doug groaned as well, louder than she could ever make him do in her office. He heard her getting closer to, and he wondered when she would start to beg. A few moments later, he got the answer: She wasn't. He almost got mad and beat her for it, but decided that that wasn't the smartest thing to do. He had his cock still deep inside her, and reached for his jacket pocket, taking out his mobile phone. "You know what I said about you disobeying me. Now, do you know Mister Brooks' number off the top of your head, or will I have to go and look it up?" he asked her.

"No," Jamie said breathe ragged. Jamie shook her head as her orgasm edged off slowly. "Please, forgive me. Can I please climax again sir?" Jamie's eyes underneath the blindfold were squeezed shut as her body tingled still. Jamie reached a shaky hand up to her forehead to wipe sweat away and brush hair behind her ear. Jamie tried to brace herself for a spanking but could not concentrate with Doug's penis inside her. He was still hard. That she was not use to from her ex. He would not last this long.

Doug let out a somewhat hateful laugh. "After that? Certainly not. You have until I can find Mr. Brooks' phone number to make it up to me, or your carreer'll be over." He said, working on his smartphone, to try and find the guys number, although he didn't do it as fast as he might have been able to. He wanted to make Jamie work, not doom her. But if she didn't do anything, well, it was her loss, not his.

"What do you want me to do—Master?" Jamie said as she began to push against Doug's hard cock again. He was still a force to be reckoned with it seemed. Jamie moaned again at the pressure his hard erection was causing inside her warm, tight and slippery pussy. An orgasm was just on the edge, but without more help from Doug, it was probably never going to come.

Doug just stood still, letting her move to try and get herself off all on her own. "I want you to beg. Beg for me not to ruin your life, and swear you'll obey next time I order you to do something. Think you can do that, or is that too hard for you?" He said, looking down at her. "If you want to make it through, you'll have to put it in your mind that I really AM your master, and that, unless you want to suffer the consequences, you belong to me."

Realization froze Jamie as Doug's words drifted across her brain. He owned her. Only for three months. She could do this for three months could she not? Jamie nodded her head, her body still. "I belong to you master," Jamie said quietly. For three more months and that is all. "I will obey your wishes within reason." Jamie then scooted away and off Doug's enlarged penis. She turned completely around and lightly put her hands on Doug's chest. "Let me show you," she asked not putting force behind her hands. She only wanted to ride him, and bring them both to climax.

Doug shook his head slightly. She still didn't beg. But, for the rest she did well. He could punish her for not begging like he told her later. For now, he was glad with the progress he made as she moved and turned around. "I'll give you a chance." he said, putting the phone aside. Trusting that she wouldn't do anything. He laid back on the bed. He trusted she wouldn't try anything stupid. Even though he was lying under her, he could likely still take her.

Jamie positioned herself on top of Doug, kissing his chest once. Jamie then took his cock and positioned it for her slipper hole, guiding the head to the entrance. Once the head was inside, Jamie let her waist move down, taking his cock all the way down to the ball. Then, rotating her hips, Jamie bent over, kissing Doug's neck. Jamie then sat straight and began to gyrate up and down Doug's hard erection her large pale breast bouncing with the movement. Breathing faster and moaning louder, Jamie closed her eyes as she moved against Doug getting lost in the motion and rhythm of their bodies being so close together.

Doug let her work on him, glad that she was putting some work into it. He didn't move much, letting her do all the work for a while. He groaned when she hilted him, and even more when she rotated her hips around him, feeling her walls clench around him. He began moving his hips up to meet hers, as he moved his hands to run up her thighs. His own breathing and heartbeat increased as well as the pleasure came over him. He saw her closing her eyes, and knew that if he didn't keep her mind on it slightly, she'd cum without asking again. "Don't forget to beg if you need to cum." he said.

Jamie heard Doug's reminder and slowed down her pace. She did not want to forget again, what place she was in this... thing. She was not in charge. That was something she did not believe she would ever get use to. Being a slave, someone's plaything. However, it was for three months. She could last that long right?

Jamie felt her heartbeat accelerate as her next orgasm creeped its way into her pussy folds. "I—can I cum? Please can I cum?" She asked voice almost at a shouting level as she picked up the pace on Doug's hard pulsing member. She was going to milk him for all his worth if she was lucky.

When Doug felt Jamie slow down, he knew he was right. Without his reminder, she would have came without asking him again. He had reminded her for precisely that reason. He didn't want to punish her. Punishment alone didn't work out all that well. Both carrot and stick should be used. He was planning on humiliating her, yes, punishing her for everything she had put him through, but if he would manage to get her to like it, to want to stay in this kind of relationship after the three months were over, it'd be all the much better.

So, instead of dragging her along because she had made an error, which would likely lead to her cumming without permission again, he nodded. "Yes, you may cum." He said, feeling rather close himself. he was pretty certain that her orgasm would bring him over the edge as well.

"Fuck—yes!" Jamie shouted, grinding her crotch on top of Doug's cock and balls. Jamie began to scream, her body tensing up and toes curling. Her pussy clamped down on Doug's dick as she came all over his throbbing member. Jamie's fingernails were clamped her breast, and the other hand on Doug's chest as she stopped bouncing up and down, frozen in bliss as she climaxed.

Doug felt her tense up, and prepared himself for her orgasm to come down on him. However, it was even stronger than he expected. As she came, he let out a 'Yes!' Of his own, accompanied by a loud groan, as his hands gripped into her ass. He exploded inside her, his semen painting her insides white. He rode the after-orgasm high for a bit, but snapped out of it earlier than she had, he thought. When her womanhood relaxed a little, he pulled out of her, and pushed her off him. When she came back to her senses a little, he said "Good. I won't report you, at least for a while. Now, go clean up the mess in the kitchen and take a shower, the orange juice smell is starting to bother me."

Jamie felt Doug grasp at her body as he filled her insides with his sticky fluid—she was too high on her post orgasm that she barely registered the fact that he tossed her off him. Jamie lay on her stomach and listened to Doug telling her to clean the kitchen and shower. Sighing she stood, glancing at Doug before quickly leaving her bedroom. As she stood in the kitchen naked, Jamie grabbed a washcloth from a drawer and snarled as she got on her knees to clean the mess on the floor.

She could have waited for the house cleaner to come, but that would not be until next week. If she had it her way, Doug would be in here wiggling under her heels as she scrubbed the floor clean.

Instead, she was on her knees, her skin sticky with orange juice, and her pussy dripping semen as she cleaned the floor. Once the deed was done, Jamie put the washcloth in the sink and headed to her shower to wash up.

Doug looked as she left the room, seeing that she was rather irritated with her current situation. He couldn't blame her. He was using her, a CEO, as a cleaner. He was glad she was as white as it could be, or he might feel guilty for the racist implications behind it. Right now, any sense of guilt was luckily repressed under a nice layer of vengeance.

He went to check in the closet, seeing all the toys in there, and imagining how he would use all of them on her. After he heard her go into the shower, he went into the kitchen himself, to see how well she had cleaned, and to make himself a can of coffee. He staid in the kitchen, as he waited for her to finish.

Jamie stepped in the warm water of the shower and cleaned herself. She used lavender soap to calm her senses and her muscles. After washing her hair, she braided it into one long braid. Turning the shower off, Jamie paused to listen to see if she was alone in the restroom. She could only hear the drain and the distant kitchen sink running. Frowning, she stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her body, and stepped into some fluffy slippers.

Jamie then wondered down her dark hallway to the kitchen where she smelled the coffee brewing and Doug standing. She stopped at the counter and looked at Doug, she wondered if he had been planning this since the day he met her or not. His hair was mussed still, but he did not look phased by what had happened at all.

Doug spent the time he had to wait thinking a little. Wondering if he truly should go through with this. He knew it had been more an impulse decision than anything else when he started this, but now he knew he really had to go through with it. If he stopped now, she would have power over him again, and she would likely go and try to get him fired as soon as possible.

He was rather calm, though. He knew that right now he had the superior position, he had her right where he wanted her. He took a sip of his coffee as he looked over at her. He didn't really know whether he liked her hair in a braid or not. He took a sip of his drink, and asked, sounding completely innocent. "Are you thirsty?" He asked.

Jamie narrowed his eyes at his question. Did he want her to beg to have access to her own kitchen now? Shaking her own head at her strange thoughts, Jamie looked to Doug. "Yes. Although, I'd rather have some lemonade." Jamie walked around the counter to get to the fridge. She opened it and took out a bottle of pink lemonade, opening the lid and taking a sip. Slowly she turned around and walked back to the counter. "So you said you are going to want to stay here the next three months right? Do you want the guest room for yourself?"