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He smiled as she came and he saw her muscles tense and he pulled his fingers free from her cunt and he was quick. His cum covered hand went into her hair and grabbed tightly. Securing her next to him and he placed a soft kiss on her neck all the way up to her lips and then he kissed her lips. Pulling her tongue into his mouth and playing with it as he kept her tongue captive in his mouth before he felt her squirm and he knew she was out of air, he only then released tongue and gave her open mouth a possessive lick before he smiled and he said. "Emma, show me your toys. I want to see that you have completely obeyed your dominant." He said as he looked over her and he continued to keep her in his booth with a firm grip in her hair and he smiled as he could smell her arousal as she was still catching her breath and in need.

Kale might as well have been pressing a "make Emma cum" button. She could feel him jabbing and releasing on something, some tender bundle of nerves, and almost immediately, her sex began the spasming. She bit her lip, fighting against it. Her grip on the table made her knuckles turn white, and her hips slid so much that she nearly left the seat completely. Words fluttered around Emma's brain, but she barely heard them, let alone listened to what Kale had to say. Instead, she was biting her lip, curling inward. Her lower half was trembling, the walls of her sex convulsing around invading fingers. The actress nearly bent double over the table, struggling to breathe, let alone do much more than that. She truly was in the hands of a master seducer, and her breathless state of pure arousal attested to that. The girl moaned, low, throaty, and almost too deep to hear. Her sex trembled, her body jerked, her head flying back, baring the collar clad throat. A tremble, a release, and juices would coat the sex, drizzle onto the seat and add a slight layer to the bottom of the dress. The climax was intense, powerful, almost painful, but blissfully short, and Emma was soon panting on the table, her hair splayed, her brown eyes already beginning to glaze. She swallowed, her eyes rolling toward him as her brain tried to process his request. Something about the toys on the table or something. Emma struggled to shake her head, even began pushing on the table. Exactly what she hadn't wanted to happen was happening. She had to get away. Soon. Now.

Kale saw the effect he had on the girl as he eyes were closed as she regained herself and then he saw her eyes move up to him and look into his eyes. He smiled and was pleased with what he saw. He knew he had her. Those eyes were one of a submissive. She looked up at him as so many had before in the past. Would she be able to handle his control and his desires or would she to fail. Kale let her regain her composure and then he noticed how she clenched her hands and he wondered why. His free hand moved to her leg and rubbed her leg softly as he leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear as his hand rubbed dangerously close to her pussy. Kale loved the feeling of the bare and freshly shaven flesh of her upper thigh. She was silky smooth and he could only imagine it wrapped around his waist. Kale then smiled and decided to do just that. He shifted in closer to her and then using his other hand he gave her pussy a soft stroke and then wrapped his hand around her ass. Flipping her over and onto him, one leg on either side of his lap and her ass planted firmly in his crotch as he delivered a kiss to the underside of her chin. A spot that could only be accessed in this position and he then kissed her lips once more as he kept his grip in her hair and said. "Emma, open your eyes. Embrace it, I know you know this is where you belong, right here in your dominants lap. Look around, look at all the submissive eyes on you jealous your in my lap and then look at the dominants and see their jealousy that you have chosen to be mine." He said and delivered another kiss to her underside of her chin and waited for her obedience to begin.

Hands gripped Emma's hair, and she gasped, feeling herself jerk again. More kisses rained upon her neck, the hot bits of contact working their way up till his lips seized hers again. Emma moaned into the kiss, feeling her eyes flutter again. A tongue snaked against her lips, parting the willing bits of flesh till her own tongue was pulled forth. The muscles dueled for some time, and Emma felt her body rocking against it, that post-orgasmic bliss making her remarkably pliant. The kiss continued for some time, depriving Emma of air. Her head, already light, began to grow nearly dizzy, her moans turning more breathless. Then, he released her, and she lay there, panting and feeling as though she were about to melt off the couch. She could feel the wetness around her thighs, still feel bits of air against her shaven sex, the slightest breeze making her tremble. There was a lick, and a firm grip, but Emma merely trembled. Her body almost ached, and she had this feeling that something else, something more could be done to her. She opened her eyes, looking at her dominant, no, not that, looking at Kale, seeing Kale. She pinched her eyes shut, then shook her head, almost violently. Her hands were clenched at her side, the purse still sitting right next to her. Yet she wouldn't, couldn't move.

Kale's hands continued to roam over his pet's body and her pale white flesh. Kale loved how she remained stationary in his lap, her eyes shut tight and her body clearly pleased with it's position and her mind seemed to be struggling, but there were no spoken words. It was quite clear that she was indeed becoming submissive and he leaned into her once more. Delivering another strong kiss to her ear and whispering. "Emma, do as your dominant wants, look around the club, see those jealous eyes of dominant and submissive alike. Take pride that you are the submissive to one of the strongest dominants in this entire club." He whispered in her ear and delivered another kiss to her ear before smiling and moving his mouth away from her, although he grabbed her chin between his thumb and index finger and made her tilt her head down. He moved his lips and met her there, one hand slid between her legs and stroked the soft slit there as his lips locked onto hers, pulling her lips open and letting his tongue slid into her mouth and control her as one hand teased her sensitive cunt and the other kissed her. He continued the kiss until he felt a tear roll down her cheek and land on his. Only then did he break the kiss and allow her to breath. He looked at her and said. "Emma, tell your dominant that you are his and you want nothing more than to be in his lap." He said softly, but with a firm and unwavering tone of confidence.

It felt as though Kale's hands were tied to Emma's sexual parts and desires. They shifted, and her body, hyper-aware and hyper-sensitive, felt him trail near her sex. She stiffened, her hands going toward her waist as though to stop him, but something kept her from prying him away. Instead, she wound up biting her lip, fighting the urge to squeal as his hands played near her shaven slit, teasing the already dripping area, still far too sensitive from the orgasm he'd drawn out of her moments before. It was becoming all too clear why Kale had wanted Emma shaved: her bared skin felt everything so much greater and sharper than otherwise, and it was making her even more malleable to his touch. A hand gripped Emma's tight ass, pulling her, making her cry out in surprise. He slid her body onto him, forcing her to straddle him: a leg on either side of him. The tiny black dress stretched up, sliding up and baring Emma's naked lower half to the air. That pure white ass was showing now, with black latex just showing above it, a little golden insignia almost seeming to taunt. She could feel the air touching her completely bared sex, and it made her tremble, her hands trying to adjust the dress and failing miserably. Kisses came next, and Emma trembled. Her terrified brown eyes were sweeping all around her, but she made no movements, nothing beyond a little trembling. He insisted she was in her rightful place, and Emma's body agreed; oh, how it wanted him to work more of his magic upon her, even to cast greater spells. That thick cock would plunge into her tight sex, feel the walls of velvet clamp about it as the lithe girl came upon him. Emma tried to close her eyes, her breathing deep, but for the first time, no refusals came from her mouth. It was simply too hard to fight it at that moment; too difficult.

Kale watched as Emma reacted marvelously to his touches, his kisses, his attention. Her body moved to his touches, he knew she was eager to obey and she was eager to move to him and obey. He was winning over and slowly provoking the inner submissive out of this famous Hollywood actress. He would end tonight with a much more solid command. Something riskier, though something he knew she would obey. She was his submissive now, she could not deny it. Granted she was clearly not of sound mind, but he had not drugged her and she did not have a single glass of wine here. He heard her say she was his and that she wanted nothing more than to be in his lap and that brought a small chuckle to his lips as she just regurgitated the command and so he decided to be a bit rough with her. The teasing hand gave a firm spank to her cunt and then leaned in and said. "What is the name of your dominant? Why do you want to be in his lap. Explain to your dominant in detail how he makes you feel and why your his." He commanded and gave her ear another kiss and his hand went right back to her slit and teased the flesh only once. Going from her clitoris to the end before sliding off to the left and stroking her inner thigh slowly and teasingly. He wanted to hear her speak and to see if she was sane enough to recall this or if he had produced too great of a high in his manipulating of her body.

Hands continued to rove Emma's body, as if guided to all her most sensitive areas. She squirmed into his touch, her inflamed body seeking out those fingers. His barest touch seemed to leave a trail of fire underneath Emma's skin, reminding her of her own sensuality, of the promises of delights that lay in wait for both of them. Orders penetrated that haze, and Emma found herself obeying reflexively. A few were staring, to be sure. Dominants looked with hungry eyes, taking in Emma's flesh, the white skin bared to the air and to their eyes. Each one of them wanted nothing so much as to see this girl kneeling before them, those brown eyes begging for their personal attention and affections. They saw a walking wet dream, one that would cry out and be one of the most delightful toys they'd ever had the pleasure of playing with. The submissives too saw Emma's beauty, but they looked more toward Kale. his prowess was the stuff of legend, and it only made sense that he would have a legendary beauty writhing on his lap, her sex leaking onto his body. Those submissives tried to look on their masters, to obey commands, but eyes kept sliding to the two hottest people in the club. Kale soon pulled her in, his lips seizing hers in a passionate kiss that made her head spin. His talented fingers continued to play at her overheated sex, finding that arousal and teasing her, making her squirm all the more. The kiss deepened, drawing in Emma's tongue and making her writhe all the more. He pulled away, and she panted, her eyes staring at his. "I am my dominant's, and I want nothing more than to be in his lap," she intoned, not sure where the words came from. It was like when she acted: she said the script, played the character, and enjoyed her role.

When he saw her gasp he knew that the smack had brought her back to the real world and he saw it in her eyes, they were aware and looking at him, not in a haze as before and he watched her body and he saw her struggle to formulate words. He knew that it would be hard for her and he wanted her to be fully committed to being a good submissive. She would need respect, but first she must understand that she is indeed a submissive. Kale's hands stopped where they were and just rested on her flesh as he placed a hard kiss against her lips and said against them. "You are my submissive. You Emma Watson, are my submissive and you know that. Tell your dominant that you know that you are my submissive and you want to please your dominant because you need his attention and his touch. That is why your his submissive, isn't it?" He said as he removed his hands from her body completely to hopefully bring attention to how her body ached for his touch and he hoped that by making her say she was his submissive he would bring her to realize that she was indeed his bitch. His and only his to play with and command. He knew that their next meeting would be on set and not in the club. He would slowly merge the submission she got in his lap in these booths and the feeling of seeing him approach her in public into one unanimous feeling of complete desire to earn his attention.

The spank made Emma jerk. There had been a sharp pain, a pain in an area that had never felt something like that. It made her mind snap into place, clarity descending upon her. Emma's sex still burned, though now that feeling had become a mixture of both pleasure and pain. Her hips still moved, and arousal still showed itself on her form, adding a flush to the perfect white of her skin. Those lips parted slightly, taking in panting breaths as her mind processed commands. "Kale," she said, reciting. Her eyes blinked again, her mind trying to process. This was much harder, not repeating lines but actually speaking. Improv. "I want to be on his lap because he knows what to do to me," she said, swallowing after. The words sounded strange to her, spoken in that crisp accent with that familiar voice. She continued: "His hands feel great against me, making me squirm and want to know more. I'm his because he knows my body, knows it better than I do." Emma swallowed again, still not quite believing that she had just said this. She still felt a disconnect, as though she were no longer quite herself. Yet her body felt him, had felt that kiss and the teasing of her slit yet again. Those teasing hands made her move toward him, always seeking his touch, seeking more.

Kale listened to her as she squirmed in his lap and he saw that she was addicted entirely to his touch and he could not wait till after this meeting when he came to her set. How would she react to him in a public environment. How would she behave when there were no other submissives around. Kale listened to her and he heard her speak and he knew that she was only attached to him because he was a master at control and knew just where to push to bring her body to the ultimate climax. He leaned in as he breathed against her ear. His hot breath teasing her as his hand patted her inner thigh and then slid quickly to her cunt and then two fingers slid into her and his thumb gyrated against her clitoris. His fingers moved back and forth, rubbing against each other. Almost beckoning the juice inside Emma out of her body. Kale smiled and kissed her ear as he said. "My submissive's pussy is so wet, so needy. She looks so beautiful with a dripping wet cunt as she sits on her dominant's lap." He said as he continued to finger her and his other hand moved up and to her neck, embracing it slightly as if he was choking her, but only lightly squeezing. Hoping that the control will arouse her more and he delivered another kiss and he said. "Does my submissive want to show me how well she can dance? How well she can move her body to please her dominant?" He asked as his fingers and hands continued to torment her.

The hands stopped moving. Emma jerked for a moment, not quite believing it. Why would he do that? Why would he stop doing what was causing her so much pleasure and delight? Her hips moved, almost ground against him, desperate for more attention. Emma bit back a whimper, forcing her attention upon him. Without his touch to distract her, Emma could focus fully now. However, her arousal roared at her. It almost felt as though she were about to burst into flames. "I am Kale's submissive," she said, again feeling the words come. She bit her lip after saying that, not quite believing it. Yet her body craved that touch, she wanted this, wanted to see what he would do to her, what pleasures he would bring out in her body. "I want to please him, to please you," she said. Another swallow, her voice becoming steadier, if still raspy. "I need his attention and touch. Please." She squirmed again, not even realizing it. The girl forced herself to remain still, her eyes locked on him. The girl could express much with her eyes, the benefit of years of training, and now her eyes lent credence to her truth. Her mind might yell at her, insisting that she was bucking society, that this was entering a realm of depravity that would not be in her best interest, but all that was overwhelmed by feeling and desire. That was what took hold and made Emma Watson confess and submit to the powerful man that held her now, and it was what would make her crave him all the more.

Kale saw her body twirl and shake in his lap and he saw the spurt of juice from her pussy at his fingers teasing and he was pleased as well as satisfied in this girl's pussy and his ability to control it. He watched her body as it shook and moved and writhed with his hands and when she said she wanted to show him how well she could dance he caught a hint of confusion and felt the need to control more as he squeezed her neck and his hand slid from her pussy and he kissed her ear and said. "If you dance well, you will get those fingers again, maybe for a while if you really impress your dominant." He said as he kissed her ear and then kissed his way down her face and to her lips. He placed a firm kiss to her lips and once again held it until he felt her run out of breath. When he broke the kiss and she gasped for air, he replaced his lips with his juice covered fingers and let her lick him clean before pulling out and then he stood, his powerful hands grabbing her hips as he set her down and then by grabbing her hand he moved her out onto the dance floor of the club as he moved her in front of him, his hands sliding to her hips and then he bent over her and said. "Show your dominant how well you can dance." He teased.

Hot breath teased Emma's ear, making the girl tremble. No sooner had that sensation wafted over her body when another accompanied it. The hands that had teased her thighs moved light lightning, diving two fingers into her tight, wet sex. Emma arched against the hands, her hips rising off Kale's lap. She felt the fingers push into her, the walls spreading in a welcome embrace. A thumb touched a bundle of nerves, and Emma quaked again, a spurt of juices rewarding his efforts. Kale did indeed seem to know precisely how to coax juices from the girl's body, willing or not. The fingers shifted, moving within, making Emma's hips move with them. Again that flush of arousal returned, tinging the pure white skin with that pinkish rouge. They rubbed against one another, and pushed against those tight walls, drawing more throaty moans from the trembling girl. Her head lolled back, and lips pressed against her ear, words soon following. A hand moved to her neck, stopping her from lolling too far back, almost choking her. The control felt delicious, mixed with everything else, and brought another unplanned tremble. "What? Yes," breathed Emma, her mind again returning to that swirl, not quite grasping her situation as the sensations overwhelmed conscious thought. "I want to show you how well I can... dance." Emma blinked, confusion piercing the arousal for a moment. Dance how? What did he have in mind. She trembled again, gasping as she felt a bolt of arousal leave her. His touch felt so good, far better than she'd ever thought a man's touch could feel...

Kale saw her body continue to react and he knew he had her and he would have her until he moved on. Which to be honest, he seriously doubted, here he had attained the submission of a beautiful A-list celebrity. Why would he give that up? Why would he feel like going back to messing with the other submissives of the club. He knew that if Emma did not stay with him that many submissives would be at his booth begging for his attention and control. But Emma's innocence to this world kept him attracted and that was what mattered. He smiled as she moved so easily with him and obeyed so easily until told to dance. He felt hesitation and he moved his hands against her hips. Rubbing in small circles as he looked at her and he saw those brown eyes. They were locked on him and moved over him. It was clear to him that she was eye fucking him hard and he smiled at her and let her. He knew that if she ever earned more than his fingers she would be in heaven. He would not be surprised if he outlasted her. Something extremely uncommon in the natural world, since men were so sensitive to sex and pleasure. As Emma danced he began a system. His hands became lighter and moved towards her lower back when he wasn't pleased with a motion, but when she did something well he pressed harder and slid his hands towards her crotch. With the system in place, Kale taught Emma how to dance for him. Kale was pleased, but he wanted something dirtier, he wanted Emma to practically beg him with her dance moves to fuck her right there on the floor.

A squeeze, a kiss, and it all earned a tremble from the girl. Her lips parted, gasping, her eyes locked onto his, struggling to understand and process. The highly intelligent Miss Watson knew full well how to act, and her mind easily processed the commands, much as she would when doing a scene. Dance, and maybe he'd pleasure her again. Another kiss, and soon their lips were meeting, Emma's far more yielding and wanting than she would have expected. She gasped again as they pulled, and found fingers replacing them. Without thinking, her lips closed about them, tasting the sharp tang of her own arousal upon those digits. Her lips slid off, almost popping as the fingers left her lips glistening. He stood; she stood with him, jerking her dress down so that it once more covered her ass and sex, if just barely. They moved to the dance floor, the music pounding in Emma's ears. Suddenly she felt much more exposed, reserved, almost shy. His hands moved to her hips, and she heard the command. Dance for him. Her hips moved almost immediately, swaying to the music. The girl had practiced ballet, and had the grace that came with such practice. Yet it didn't quite translate now, and she mostly relied upon sensuality as she moved. her hands explored herself as her hips swayed, and she pressed against him, nearly writhing. She tossed her hair, the brunette curls bouncing along her neck, while those eyes took him in, practically eye fucking him. An undulation waved through her body, making Emma shake, her abs even rippling with the effort. She swayed, moving so her back pressed against him, grinding as she danced to the music, letting it, and the others around her, guide her actions.

As she moved he smiled as she figured out what his hands were doing and he let her experiment and as she danced less and ground her body into him more he slid his hands closer to her crotch. Finally she gave up dancing and just moved her body against his in time to the music. He smiled and his hands went to her crotch and pressed against the latex. Applying pressure as he ground his hands into her crotch, forcing her to push her ass into him more. He continued to move with her and let her grind into him for a while. He watched as she glanced over her shoulder and caught her gaze. It was clear what she wanted and he gave her a soft nod and leaned into her. Kissing her neck and saying. "My submissive is being good. She will get the attention she wants and more." He teased as he lifted her dress up just a bit. Barely enough to reveal her dripping sex to any onlookers, but his hand went straight to her slit and gave it a slow stroke before removing his hand and keeping them just resting against her crotch he moved her, her ass pressed to him and her legs between his. He walked back over to the booth and when they arrived he smirked and patted her crotch before giving her neck a soft kiss and then he sat down and patted his lap. He looked at her and let her mount his lap slowly. When she finally did he only smirked at her and his hands went to her hips and rubbed as he motioned for a waitress to come over and he ordered a bottle of champagne for them. He then returned all of his attention on his girl as she was now sweaty from dancing and arousal.

Emma kept moving to the music, dancing as sensuously as she knew how. It took her a little while to recognize what Kale was doing with his touches. The first time those fingers lingered on her back, Emma was nearly confused. However, as she moved and saw them drift closer to her craving sex, she pretty well figured out what he was doing. Her hips swayed, moving in a manner most enticing. She shifted, keeping her hands along him, practically rubbing against him as she moved along. Her motions became less dancing, and more grinding against him in time with the music. Breathing hard, the celebrity moved through the music. She rubbed herself against her dominant, especially moving to grind her hips against his leg. Another shift, so that her back was to him. Those hips moved in circles, the ass seeming to flex, just barely contained by that risque latex. Emma pressed herself against him, that same ass once more flexing, this time as it rubbed against Kale's body. Her head shifted to look over her shoulder, those eyes again piercing into him, demanding attention, insisting that this was what he wanted, and what would lead them to the pleasure Emma was seeking.

Kale smiled as she moved so perfectly as they walked and it was clear she would take any attention he gave her and in the booth he teased her. His hands sliding from her hips to her legs and rubbing her bare legs as she mounted his lap and he looked over her as he said. "Emma, your my submissive aren't you? You love being near your dominant and know that he is your controller and you his submissive?" He asked as he reached over to her bag and pulled out the vibrator that he had requested she bring and he turned it on as he rubbed it between her slick legs. Watching as her juice coated the toy and made it glisten. He smiled as he saw her head roll as he touched the vibrating toy to her body and he continued to tease her with the toy. Touching her slit and running it along her pussy. Never giving her the pleasure of entering her body, only teasing as he used one hand to do so and the other hand moved up her body and cupped her breast as he just realized that her nipples were rock hard and his hand cupped her breast and squeezed her nipple as he said. "Emma, raise your elbows over your head. Get your arms out of the way." He said simply and commanding. He always loved playing with her as he continued to tease her and he said one word as he continued to torture her body and bring out pure pleasure. "Beg."

The dancing was, in many ways, one of the most exciting things Emma had ever done. She could feel eyes upon her, as she ground against the handsome, domineering man in the middle of the club. The thin layers of latex did little to cover their bodies or prevent the feel of friction between them; if anything, it served to enhance all the sensations. Emma's tight nipples were already poking against the latex, forming little peaks in the fabric, emphasized all the more by her breathing. Again, she felt that this outfit sexualized her more than she would have been if she'd danced naked. A glance was earned with a kiss on the neck. Emma's head lolled, that beautiful hair shifting to bare more of her white neck to him. The black collar stood out all the sharper against her skin, with bits of red showing where Kale had showered a little more attention. The chains were the only other thing marring her bared shoulders, again seeming only to emphasize the body they helped contain. As hands lifted her dress, Emma gasped. She felt the cool air of the club again kissing her sex. her hands immediately went down, seizing the fabric, almost touching his. Protests and attempts to stop quickly vanished as a finger touched the overexcited area, making the girl tremble, falling back into Kale, her ass pressing tight against him. Kale walked them over to their seat. Another exchanged kiss, and soon Emma was straddling the man again. She shifted, feeling a flush darkening her face. The dress again rolled slightly, lifting to show the bottom of her sex and the barest edge of that taut ass. Emma shifted again, trying to get comfortable and tug the dress down, though the motions were sporadic as Kale continued to tease her. Sweat had indeed slickened Emma's skin, and bits of her hair kept sticking to it, making her look all the more flushed and aroused.

Kale smiled as Emma moved of her own accord and was deliciously attracted to the toy and it's vibrations. He listened to her as she begged to be played with and when she called him master he knew she was his forever. She had affirmed her position beneath him and he decided that she would not get his cock in her pussy tonight, but she would get to taste her master. He continued to slide the vibrator carefully along her slit for a few more seconds before he saw it glisten in the lights of the club and was clearly coated in her pussy juice. He smiled and said. "That's a good girl Emma. You will use this every night to get yourself sopping wet. Though you will not insert it into you ever. Only your master can play with your innards, they are off limits to you." He said simply as he slid the toy into her pussy now as she was straddling his lap and a toy in her cunt now as he did not pump the toy into her pussy, but instead held the whole toy in her pussy, letting it vibrate her innards as his hand continued to pinch and roll her nipple in his hand as he moved his head to her lips and locked his lips to hers as his tongue slid into her mouth and moved about, licking the inside of her mouth and wrestling with her tongue as he vibrated her cunt and toyed with her nipples. Most of the off duty waiters and waitresses stood off to the distance watching the spectacle of two people completely engrossed in the game and loving every second of it. Kale hoped Emma saw the audience she had and he hoped it made her feel more like his than before.

Another question of her position? Emma nodded, figuring that she'd said it enough, that everything should be quite evident by now. However, her eyes soon widened in shock as she watched him move toward the bag he'd had her bring along. Soon, the vibrator was out: a slender pink shaft with a few nubs upon it, what the storekeeper had said was the best one for pleasuring newcomers. It soon went between her legs, making her stiffen. Almost immediately, juices flowed from the girl's sex, adding lubrication tot he toy. Emma shuddered and felt her head move against its own volition, her hips rolling toward the toy, seeking her out. The head of it pressed against her sex, just rolling along the entrance of her sex, never entering her. It felt delicious, fanning the lust within. Emma groaned, bit her lip, and felt her hips seeking it out all the more frantically. A hand went to her breast, squeezing the tight flesh. She saw her nipple slide against the fabric, a ring of its pink just showing at the edge of the skintight black fabric. A finger found it, squeezing it and making her gasp. Without thinking about it, Emma raised her head. Her arms linked behind her, extending back slightly. This made her chest stand out all the more, bowing her body slightly. The hands continued to tease, the toy especially maddening. "Master," gasped Emma, again not sure where the words were coming from, "Master it feels so good. Aah," she trembled, "please, master, tease me. Let me feel the toy you, mmm, had me buy for you to play with. I'm, ah, ah, your toy, master. Play with me. Plaaay," her hips arched and she trembled, again biting her lip as her hips jerked, a tremor of desire shaking her entire body.

Kale smiled as Emma moved and her pussy dropped to his hands as he slid the toy in. It was more than obvious that she wanted him to be there and he was pleased how her body reacted and all that he needed now was to condition her mind. She was submissive and she was his submissive. All that was left before she could be called slave was the etiquette behind being a submissive to such a powerful dominate. He held the toy in her and he saw her nod as he knew she would play with the toy every night and he wondered if she would truly obey or if she was just lost in that haze. He felt her body stiffen up and he knew an orgasm was close, so what he did was he moved the toy in her, ever so slightly. A movement of a few centimeters as he rocked only the head back and forth while buried deep in her dripping wet folds and he said. "Emma, a good submissive knows not to cum unless given permission." He spoke against her lips as he broke the kiss and he felt she was still growing and he leaned in and kissed her lips and said once more. "A good submissive begs to cum when she has to. If she cums while begging her punishment will be much less than if she cums without permission and didn't beg." He explained as the waitress finally brought the champagne over to them and set it down. She stopped and marveled at the site and Kale said. "This girl is being quite good isn't she? She deserves a taste of her dominant tonight, doesn't she?" He teased as the waitress simply said. "Of course she does, she is taking your torments in full stride." The waitress then waited to be dismissed, but Kale did not and he knew that it was an invitation to watch so the waitress stood there with her hands behind her back, watching how Kale worked his submissive and controlled her.

The vibrator continued to slide along Emma's almost aching sex. She could feel its gentle hum against her area, and knew that her body was reacting quite well to it. Through the arousal, she could just make out words, commands, orders. Use the vibrator every... every night. Just thinking about that nearly made Emma moan. She barely masturbated as it was, let alone doing it every night, with this toy. Just feeling that thrumming thing against her shaven slit was almost enough to make the girl cry out for joy. As Emma was about to nod anyway, she felt the toy slide inside her. The girl cried out, her body again arching, that beautiful mane of hair hitting her back. Emma's nether lips had parted before it, easily accepting the toy within. Yet the moment the vibration touched those inner areas, a whole new series of aroused feelings burst within Emma. She jerked her hips toward him, feeling his hand pressing at the entrance. He'd shoved the entire thing inside Emma, every inch of it humming against her body. Emma's lips parted to cry out, only to find themselves seized by Kale's. A tongue again demanded her attention, taking her own for its slave. Emma's body quaked, that familiar pressure building very quickly within, threatening to burst out of the starlet at any moment. Emma was dimly aware that there were eyes upon her; years of acting giving her the sense of just knowing. But she didn't care. That thrumming toy inside her hit areas that had been untouched, and she'd certainly never felt something like this. The girl was already beginning to stiffen, another orgasm very quickly growing to a peak within her.

Kale watched as Emma squirmed and moved and begged. He however held out and did not give her permission to cum and he felt her cum anyways as she came hard and juice seeped out of her cunt. Though as punishment he would force orgasm after orgasm out of her until it hurt to cum. That should remind her that when he tells her to beg she begs and waits. Kale leaned into his submissive as he began to move the toy slowly in and out of her sore cunt and he said. "You came without permission, if this were not a date you would be getting the riding crop to your ass, but since we are out and on a date, you get to orgasm as much as I get out of you. And trust me, Emma, it will hurt." He said as he continued to slowly fuck her with the vibrator now and he dismissed the waitress as she had giggled at the amateur submissives inability to withhold her orgasm and the waitress knew that she too would have struggled, but she could obey. Kale looked at her and said. "Emma, turn around and face the table, do not let the toy leave you." He then watched as she re positioned herself so her back was facing him and she was looking at the table. Kale's hands still tormented her, one fucking her with the vibrator and the other playing with her rock hard nipple and he said. "Emma, pour your master a glass of champagne and hold it for him, since his hands are busy." He commanded simply in her ear as he bit her ear lobe and then kissed it.

Emma's breath was coming fast now, her pulse racing. It would be hard not to cum, pretty well impossible, actually. As if to make that all the more apparent, he moved. The toy wiggled within her, just shifting inside her tight shaft. The girl tensed, groaning against her bitten lip, trying desperately to seek that release and at the same time stop herself from tumbling over it. Lips broke, and she heard more words. "Please!" Emma gasped immediately after Kale finished. "Please, I--I need to cum! Please, master, please let me ah, ah," the girl trembled, her entire body shaking. Emma bit her lip, her eyes shifting to look at the waitress. Lust lit those browns, and then she turned to look at her master, shifting her hips again. "Master, I'm, uh, uh, aah, I'm, mmmm," the last came as she bit her lips, hard. Emma jerked, her hips spasmodically convulsing toward the man who held that toy in place. A sex leaked more juices, bits of liquid sliding out from her tight, plugged hole. Interior muscles vibrated along a humming shaft, squeezing and rippling about in orgasmic throes. The girl's hips jerked once, twice, while her body stiffened. Another low throaty moan tore from her, barely held back by lips that were pinched closed, till at last, the girl was panting, aglow in the aftershocks, her thighs covered in her own juices while sweat dotted her skin, adding a glow to her in the lights. Still, she felt the thing thrum inside her, still teasing her sore, aching body, drawing forth more feelings of pleasure so that it swam inside her.

Kale saw that she was coming to reality once more and he wondered how she would behave. Would she be a submissive or would she fake her false confidence of her self as she did in the real world. He noticed however that when she moved to the better position her foot slipped and she impaled herself on the toy and Kale only smirked as she moved and was in the new position as he fucked her cunt with the toy and he could not help but smile and kiss her. When she poured the glass he noticed how shaken she was and he knew what was going on with her. She was overwhelmed by ecstacy and he could not help but groan at the feeling of her in his lap and how aroused she was and he said nothing but made her move her hand over her shoulder and he drank from the glass and then gave her ear a soft kiss as he said. "Good girl, put the glass down and lick your fingers clean." He commanded and he continued to slowly move the toy in and out of her wet folds. He wondered how many orgasms it would take before Emma understood it could hurt. His eyes moved and he continued for a long time. He never ceased and in fact every time her pussy tightened he increased the speed of the vibrator until he was moving it so fast his hand and the toy was only a blur. He smirked and remembered he requested one more toy and he smacked her breasts and reached over into her bag as he pulled out the butt plug he requested and smiled as he slipped into her mouth and used her saliva to lube the toy before slipping it out of her mouth and moving the dress a bit higher before sliding the toy into her ass and he smirked as he felt it squeeze and then pop into her. He immediately felt the tension in her pussy tighten and he pulled the dress back down as he said nothing and continued to play with her. Wanting her pussy to hurt from the need to cum.

The toy began to move, and as it did, Emma hissed a breath through her teeth, shuddering. Her hands went to Kale, using him to brace. Words slithered into her mind, painting a picture of what would happen. Emma tried to look over her shoulder at Kale, swallowing hard. He sounded... fierce, almost as if he were barely suppressing violent urges. The promise seemed odd to her though; it promised something good: orgasms and the delight that came with them, but he added the part about how it would hurt. Emma gasped again as she felt the vibrator moving. Kale was shifting it much more now, sliding it in and out of her wet sex, making soft, squelching noises with each motion. Emma bit back another moan, her body shuddering, her fingers digging into Kale to try and find some level of support. She was dimly aware that her audience left, and for some reason, felt great humiliation in that. Surely he couldn't have expected her to have held? Not after all this teasing? Another order came, and Emma looked to him, her eyes blinking. Dimly, it occurred to her how insane this was: being there, dressed as she was, following his commands. Yet he kept making her feel good. Even now, that strange command seemed to promise good feelings. Emma found herself nodding, then lifting up, attempting to shift. Her feet slid after a few attempts, effectively impaling herself upon the vibrating shaft. As the thing sank deep within her, Emma let out another throaty moan, practically making her lips bleed as she bit them hard. Hands still moved about her, and she felt one seizing her nipple against the latex. "What?" asked Emma, not quite hearing. She looked over her shoulder, shuddered, realized what he asked. Shaking hands went to the champagne. They trembled as they poured, slopping liquid over her fingers. Emma moaned, her hips shifting. Already she was beginning to feel arousal again; in fact, it almost was if it had never faded. Shuddering once more, she finished pouring and held the glass up, her hand still trembling with barely suppressed ecstasy.

Kale smiled as Emma came so beautifully for him and he kissed her neck and said. "That's my girl. You came beautifully that time, but you still have many more." He said as he knew she would understand the pain. Her body was completely out of her control. It was now his and he could do as he pleased with her. He lifted her dress up around her waist, exposing her lower sex to all who wanted to look and he said. "Emma, let's go dance, give your cunt a break." He teased as he kept her dress hiked around her waist as he pushed the vibrator into her pussy and he placed another sensuous kiss on her ear and said. "That toy does not leave your body." He then stood her up and dropped his hand from her breast as he said. "Emma, get my drink." He commanded as he let her grab his drink before he leader her by her sex this time. His hand cupping her cunt and holding the toy in for her. He moved back to the club with Emma now in front of him, holding her dominant's glass of champagne and her dominant holding her new toy in her. He looked at her and said. "Dance for me, Emma. Show me that you are a horny little submissive and you want your master to be happy." He commanded as he motioned for her to give him a sip of his champagne and as she began he took a small sip before removing his hand and placing it on her ass as he squeezed her ass and waited to see how she danced with both holes filled and one hand having to not spill champagne. He also smiled as much less people were dancing and many more people could see her. He also saw one hand go to lower her dress and he stopped it and placed it on her chest and said. "You do not adjust your dress. If your dominant moved it, then he wanted it the way it is." He told her and then stood there swaying to the beat as he waited for her to begin her enticing dance of pure sexuality.

Somehow, Emma managed to get her shaking hand back, pressing the glass to the lips of her dominant. Her body trembled and shook, arousal washing over her in waves, nerves set afire from the sensations. Another kiss landed upon her cheek, and Emma shuddered, her head rolling back much against her will. A command soon followed, and before Emma even began to process it, she found her head moving forward. The glass lowered, and the wet hands came up. Delicate fingers slid between lips as Emma sucked off the spilled drink, pausing only to moan as another feeling of arousal washed over her body. Then, the toy within her picked up place. Emma cried out, a sharp, sudden cry that was not muffled in the slightest. Her body moved, arched, and she felt the toy slide deep within her, pummeling furiously into her blazing sex. Emma felt that tension within her snap, and again she found herself trembling, her body stiffening. Toes curled within shoes, and she reached back, nearly clawing at Kale as she gripped him for support. As Emma came, not thinking about it, not able to speak, her body arched, her hips rising off Kale's lap. her mouth had fallen open, quite easy for him to slide the toy between her lips for a moment, swirling it to lube. Then, the thick thing pressed against Emma's ass. As Emma shuddered, coming down from her climax, she felt something pop into her anal hole. The girl cried out, nearly screaming at the feeling of both holes filled. Her eyes were wide, her breath coming faster than ever. She bit her lip and fell against her dominant, her body much against her wishes and far beyond her control.

Kale smiled as she spilled again and she kept her toys in and moved and he knew that she was struggling. He saw her eyes flicker off of him for the first time that night and he knew he was pushing hard. So instead he decided to bring about the real reward of the night. His shaft. He looked into hers as he took the champagne glass out of her hand and finished before he set it down on a nearby waiter's tray and then he lowered her dress about half way, revealing about half of her ass and he smiled and he took one hand and spun her so she was looking into his eyes and her face was indeed facing his and what he did was rare. He moved her hand, with a strong, but light grip to his chest and then he moved it down and finally he moved her hand to his crotch. Letting her, for the first time feel the outline of his shaft, feel the size and feel how hard she had gotten her dominant. He knew this to be significant in that it was something real to her dominant's words. She was a good submissive and had aroused her dominant. He moved his hand down her body and then down between her legs as he rubbed her pussy and helped her hold the toys in as he stepped closer. The two initiated into a strange form of dancing. Kale moved his submissive with twitches of the hand on her cunt and the hand that trailed up into her hair and gripped her hair tightly. Exposing her neck as he made her lift her chin up. He moved her close to him and let her feel the outline of his cock as he felt her wetness and he leaned in close as he kissed her and said. "You are being such a good submissive. I have a gift to give you. That is if you want it." He said simply as he kissed her neck under her chin.

Emma Watson was gone. Panting, her glazed eyes looked to Kale, not quite believing that the night was still going. Pleasure hummed in her veins, giving her a high unlike anything she'd felt before. Commands punctured it, sinking into that well trained brain and forcing it to move without the owner's knowledge. She felt the tight latex rise, baring nearly all of her lower half. You could just see the pink rim of the vibrator sticking out of Emma's tight sex. The girl was lucky that she was thin, her sex underutilized, otherwise that thing might slight right out, especially how wet she was. A hand went to grab a glass of champagne, the tremors again making a little bit of it splash over onto her skin. Before Emma could really grab it properly, she was dragged to the dance floor, pulled nearly by her sex. The breathless actress's eyes went wide, panic starting to take over her body. She was half-naked, her lower half plugged entirely by plastic, being led onto a dance floor by an impressive man. It was like something out a wet dream. Somehow, Emma found words: "You want me to... dance?" she repeated. She was half naked, struggling to keep a vibrator and a butt plug in her tight body, holding a glass of champagne and blushing more darkly than she know how. Oh, the girl was certainly dancing, but it hardly counted as the movement that most people would recognize as going to the music. A hand drifted low, only to be intercepted and brought up to her barely covered chest. "Yes, sir," she mumbled. Taking a deep breath, Emma tried to dance. It mostly consisted of moving her hips side to side. Her stomach muscles were clenched tight, as she struggled to keep everything within her, only just able to move about. One hand gripped the champagne, the other tried to hold Kale, to help move, but mostly, she struggled to do anything at all. That deep blush and lowered eyes showed that Emma was nearly humiliated, and they flicked toward the door. She couldn't... couldn't possibly do this... it... just was so wrong...

Kale saw how her body rolled and shivered under him and he wondered if she would ever be a submissive to him when he wasn't tormenting her body completely. Kale continued the dance as he moved about and placed kisses along her neck as he held his hand in her hair firmly. He could only smirk as he saw her try and calm herself as she made the connection that her reward would be his cock and he smiled and leaned into her as he kissed her and rubbed her wet sex a bit more as the vibrator now shifted in her and kale stopped his dancing, letting her body sway as he quickly grabbed the end of the toy and fucked Emma's pussy with it quickly and roughly. He did not stop until he felt another gushing of her sweet juice onto the floor and he said. "Emma, you will not cum without my permission ever. When you play with yourself every night, you will not orgasm, only get to the brink before stopping and waiting to calm down." He commanded as he pushed the toy in and then he kissed her lips and moved her, again by her sex, as he dragged her back to their booth and this time instead of sitting down first he removed the vibrator, but not the plug and set it next to Emma's purse and then he used his hands and pushed her down to her knees and then he sat down. He quickly grabbed her hair and moved her under the table as he undid his pants and let his shaft out and his semi-hard cock rested inches from her lips and he said. "Emma, suck your master. Take your reward in stride." He said simply as he poured himself a glass of champagne and took a sip.

A vibrator hummed in Emma Watson's sex, sending wave upon wave of plesaurable sensations shooting through her nerves. It pressed even tighter, as a plug filled her previously untouched, and quite tight, anal cavity. Never before had the actress felt so full as she did then, and she was in such a condition while wearing a dress that would have made most sputter, and now she danced. Emma felt hands upon her, and she almost collapsed, her situation simply overwhelming the poor girl, who had been innocent only a week or so ago. A spin, and Emma gasped. The vibrator slid from her, and her surprise had even pushed at her plug slightly. However, she feared that the humming toy would slide completely out of her body. Yet that fear soon vanished, evaporating as Emma's fingers touched something thick, hard, and warm. Again, Emma's eyes widened, and this time, they dropped slightly. He felt inhuman, his girth and length unlike anything Emma had even see, let alone touched or thought about herself. Her humming body thought of that cock sawing into her, and she trembled again. The vibrator slipped a little further, yet Kale's hand had gone up, pressing against it, shoving it into Emma. The actress moaned and arched, trembling again, feeling the ripples in her sex. AS Kale had wanted, they began to move, a sensual dance that looked very much like foreplay. A hand wound into Emma's hair, and she bared her throat, breathing hard, that flush coloring her glistening skin quite perfectly. They pressed against one another, and Emma felt Kale's hot breath as he spoke. Emma nodded, words failing her yet again. Whatever the gift was, she knew it had to be sexual, and at this point, she wanted nothing so much as to feel pleasure, release from this cycle of torment. Wait, was he saying his cock was the reward? Emma trembled at the thought, swallowing, forcing herself to be calm.

Kale smiled as she was clearly entranced by the toy and he looked over her body as she knelt without a fight and then when he told her to taste his shaft he saw the hesitation in her eyes and saw that she pumped his shaft slowly. He could not believe her as she only placed a ginger kiss to his cock and he looked over her and he said. "Emma, what's the matter? Why are you so hesitant? Your dominant has given you multiple orgasms tonight and withheld his desires all night. Now he requests that you behave and return the favor to him by sucking on his shaft. You hesitated? What, do you want to be my submissive? Do you want to be on your knees? A good submissive should love to please her master." He said simply as he looked down at her and he took another sip of champagne as he set the glass down and reached under the table. He slowly stroked her hair, hoping to calm her down as he used another hand and grabbed the pink vibrator and set it down on the seat. Letting her see her juice covered in it and he knew that she should feel guilty and she should begin to please him. After all, she had repeated to him many times that she was his submissive. That was not a one way street. She got pleasure if she gave pleasure. A slutty and wanton submissive is a pleasured submissive.

Emma's head rolled, baring more and more of her throat to Kale's lips as he kissed her. She felt hands threading through her hair, forcing her neck back, baring her further. Kale had complete control of her body, as if he didn't already know this. As she trembled, barely suppressing feelings of lust and arousal, she felt him lean forward. Their lips meant again, Emma's trembling as they pressed against Kale's hard, commanding lips. For a moment, Emma thought that perhaps this would be her reward: another kiss on her mostly ignored lips. Yet his hand returned between her legs, quickly banishing such thoughts. Instead, he rubbed at her, making her hips move toward him, gyrating in circles, the arousal once again building. Suddenly, the rubbing shifted. Emma gasped, eyes going wide, as Kale began earnestly fucking her with the toy. The sudden switch had almost immediate results. Emma clung to Kale, her knuckles nearly whitening as she gripped tightly to her lover. Her legs felt unsteady, shaking and almost threatening to drop her. If Kale hadn't gripped the toy tightly, it would have likely left Emma's body then. The plug was safe; Emma ass tightened marvelously as the tension rose within. The thrusting, thrumming toy did its work in record time. Emma again cried out, her hands tightening even further on Kale's body, nails beginning to dig in. Her sex trembled, shook, and more juices slid from her body, likely puddling upon the floor. Panting, Emma leaned toward Kale, again not believing that she'd ever found herself in such a position. Another order came while she gripped, the insistence not to cum, and she only nodded. Emma knew it fully likely that she would do precisely what Kale said. She'd walk out of there thinking otherwise, but it was all too likely that she would; this pleasure was simply too great, and Emma was nearly addicted to it. Kale directed her body toward their booth. Emma gasped as Kale pulled the toy from her, shuddering as she felt her nether lips shake, seeming to breathe now that half the plug had left her lower half. Her eyes drifted toward the shiny toy as Kale set it upon the table. The garish pink had been well lubed by Emma's juices, and it sat there, glistening in the light of the club. Emma didn't have time to ponder too long, for Kale was pushing her to her knees. The starlet gasped, but soon found her knees upon the cold floor. A cock bobbed before her, and her eyes once again widened, this time staring at the monster just within side. Suck it? Emma glanced to Kale, tentatively reaching her hand around it. Her fingers struggled to wrap fully about the cock, and she couldn't even begin to imagine placing it in her mouth. She swallowed, moving forward to tentatively kiss it, feeling the hard flesh beneath her delicate pink lips. Her hand began shifting, pumping it as though she expected it to bite her at any time.

Kale saw how her eyes jumped to the vibrator and hanged there before she seemed to sigh with resolve and then she placed her sweet lips around his hard shaft. He watched her carefully and analytically, not letting any of the pleasure he is getting from her appear on his face. He watched as she moved down his shaft and only get a couple of inches down before she made the gagging motion and moved back a bit. He knew that she could not get him all the way in and he would have to make her practice. Although as she began to bob her head up and down he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Enjoying the feeling of her mouth around him more than her hand and finally he felt her lips pop off and she was panting heavily trying to catch her breath. Seeing her saliva covering his cock made him smile and he said. "That's a good submissive, that is how you are to suck your master every time he asks you of this. With this much vigor and desire to improve. The only thing your dominant wishes you were better at is your depth. You gag way to early. I want you to try to get as much of your dominant into your mouth this time and hold it there. Show me that you want to behave. Also, on top of your nightly masturbating, I want you to take the vibrator that you played with and to push it into your mouth as best as you can. I want you to get used to having something deep in your throat." He explained simply before he looked back down and into her eyes. Waiting for her continue as well as acknowledge his command.

The words stung, for some reason. Emma even flinched at Kale's tone. Did she want to be his submissive? Part of her very much did not, that part which had been resisting, either passively or openly, all night. That part had a lot of Emma's mind, and a lot of her morals. As she shifted though, she felt the toy still lodged in her ass, reminding her of all the dark pleasures she'd been receiving throughout the night. Surely she hadn't expected all of that would come without giving a little in return? Emma reached up, moving aside some of her hair, already beginning to get quite damp with sweat, and looked up at Kale. He had started stroking her, and now he set the toy within her sight. Emma's eyes went straight to it, and she swallowed, seeing it glisten and knowing that the shine came from her own bodily fluids. Emma moved to the cock again, this time pressing her lips to its head. She'd never fully taken a boy's cock in her mouth before; most of her boyfriends were much more traditional. Besides, for the average person, just having Emma Watson between his knees with her lips touching his cock was enough to make him explode. Emma parted her lips, taking the head of the cock between them. It didn't surprise her that he proved so thick, or that her lips had to stretch, her jaw almost aching, to get over him. Those pink bits of flesh closed tight over the cock, forming a seal. Emma's head bobbed, the lips dragging along, taking a few inches. She tried moving further, but found herself gagging after just a handful of inches, much more of Kale's cock remained beyond. Her hand had reached up, holding it in place, and she used that hand to stroke as she bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down the top few inches of Kale's shaft. Her inexperience made her teeth drag from time to time, though she desperately fought against it. Already drool had begun to form around her lips, hanging down. The sound of slurping was nearly loud enough to be heard over the musical thumping. Emma pulled off to breath, panting, her hand still stroking the cock, smearing her saliva. She looked up to Kale, hoping that her efforts would be enough to earn some look of pleasure, at the least.

Kale looked down at her as she tried twice to go deeper and he was pleased she did indeed go deeper, but nowhere near enough to get him off and he looked over her as he said. "Emma, good girl. You are trying so perfectly. Though you are just not good enough at using your mouth to satisfy your dominant the way he wants." He looked down at her and then put his cock to her lips and said. "Emma, get your master's seed in your mouth. Show him you want to please him." He commanded as he remained sitting and he went to take a sip of his champagne and he coughed as he felt Emma's lips and tongue on his tip and her hands stroking him rapidly. He swallowed the champagne and groaned as she stroked him hard and fast and worked the tip well. Finally after having her do that for like five minutes he reached down and held her mouth where it was. Unloading and filling her mouth with his sweet and salty cum. He wondered how she felt about it and if she liked the taste. He looked over her and he continued to unload until some cum leaked from the side of her mouth and he pulled out. A trail of cum connecting his tip to her lips. He looked at her and said. "Two options, swallow it all right now or have champagne with it." He said teasingly as he moved her out from under the table and let her stand.

Emma heard the words, almost ringing within her ears. He seemed pleased with what she did. Good, because Emma wasn't sure she could manage much more. Her jaw already ached, and her mouth felt dry, despite the spittle that seemed to be constantly leaking about them. She sucked in another breath, a hand again moving up to tuck a loose strand of hand behind an ear. Kale issued more orders, insisting that she do better at depth. Emma wanted to point out that he was damn lucky to be getting what he was, and that his cock was simply fucking huge. However, instead, she meekly nodded at that bit of information. Emma shifted on the masturbation reminder, blushing at the idea of taking the vibrator into her mouth. Still, she mumbled: "As you wish, master," before she again took his head between her tight lips. Again, Emma's lips sealed tight about the cock, forming a ring of pink about his flesh. Her cheeks caved tightly as she sucked for a moment, popping off the cock without trying for more. Her tongue snaked out, working about the cock for a moment, while her hand continued to pump it. After several seconds, she took a deep breath. Emma placed her mouth at the cock and worked it into her. Several inches sank in, reaching nearly six before Emma had to pause. Her nose flared as she sucked in breath, trying desperately not to gag. her lips were still closed tight, and her cheeks caved as she tried to suck at it. Finally, it proved too much, and she withdrew, gasping as she pulled off. A hand went up to wipe at her mouth, again feeling the saliva that had dribbled out as she'd pulled out. Emma wiped her hand on the sofa, before leaning forward, again trying to take several inches of him, and again only getting five or six before having to stop and try to adjust.

Kale smiled at Emma as she was clearly trying to obey but just could not. He watched as she had cum spill from her mouth and she used her finger to try and keep some in but she still struggled and finally she took her empty glass and let the rest of the cum flow into it and he smiled as she took a seat next to him in the booth and he smiled at her as his cock was still out and coated heavily in her saliva. He looked at her as he moved and grabbed the champagne. He decided to give her a true slave's drink. He poured the champagne into her glass, mixing her dominant's cum with the champagne and he looked over her as her lips and surrounding area were glazed with cum. He wanted her to see and he reached into her purse, moving through the stuff and finally found a make up mirror as he pulled it out and showed her her reflection. "Emma, you look so beautiful all covered in sweat and your face decorated with your dominant's cum." He said as he leaned over and kissed her as one hand rested on her thigh and he said. "Emma, be a good submissive and drink the champagne your dominant poured for you and then you have to clean up his cock. You left it soaked in your saliva." He said simply as he looked over her and waited to see her drink her champagne and cum mixture as well as dry him up. He figured they would be done and he would say goodbye to her.

Again, Emma felt the brief "fuck you" urge raising within her. She'd been trying as it was, and felt like she'd been doing a damn good job. Kale certainly didn't seem to mind; his cock was hard and his breathing seemed harder yet. The cock touched Emma's lips, and she had a brief desire to bite it. However, she heard him insist upon her taking his seed. Taking this as indicator that despite his bitching, she was doing a good job, Emma redoubled her efforts. The starlet bobbed her head up and down the few inches of shaft, sliding her lips all over it. The blowjob went a little sloppy as the girl focused more on speed than style. She would slurp several inches, and the cock would pop to the side of her mouth. Her tongue would swirl, only to accidentally have her teeth grace the head. At least her hand proved steady, squeezing and stroking him rapidly, smearing her saliva all down the length of his glistening shaft. Emma squeezed tight at the base of the impressive organ, working her way up, milking all the way. This continued for some time, and Emma felt exhaustion starting to set in. Kale's stamina was certainly impressive, and briefly she wondered what it would be like when, if, he pierced her with this impressive thing. just as she started thinking of asking for a break, he held her still. The cock jerked within Emma's mouth, and she tried to widen it, to make sure that she caught at least some of it. The salty fluid squirted into her mouth, filling her quite quickly. The girl, not expecting a load this hefty, struggled to get it in, a hand going up to try and catch some of the excess. It tasted strangely good, sweeter than she figured. Yet the cum seemed to keep cumming, and bits of it were starting to leak around Emma's lips, forming drizzles down her mouth. He pulled, and a trail stretched for a few seconds before breaking. Mouth full, Emma looked up at Kale. He wanted her to what? Her eyes went wide, and she could already feel some of the cum sliding out of her lips. She raised a hand, pressing a finger to her lips. Still, cum was leaking out. There was just no way that she could swallow it all. Kale moved Emma out, and she teetered to her feet. Again, she felt the cum starting to slide, despite her efforts to swallow. With no other course of action, she grabbed a glass, her glass, and raised it to her lips. Cum leaked out of her mouth then, as she sputtered, feeling it slide into the glass to float there. The girl sputtered for a bit, before sitting on the couch, breathing hard, her mouth still shiny with the cum.

Kale smiled softly as she was so beautiful and he kissed her neck and whispered. "You look lovely just the way you are. Your dominant loves his submissive all the more when she is beautiful before and after a good using." He teased and kissed her once more as he rubbed her thigh as she drank the champagne and kale poured her another full glass, making sure all the cum in the glass was mixed into the champagne before he poured himself one more glass and the bottle was empty as he set it aside and then he raised his glass to her and said. "To my good submissive." He then looked at her and wondered if she would toast as well or not. He held it there and he was pleased when her lips moved and she toasted. He crossed his arm with hers and downed the last glass before he set it down and then said. "Emma, tonight was fun. You should me that you are a good submissive. Now, tell me what I asked of you to do outside of this club." He commanded as he looked over her and waited to hear his commands reiterated to him. Once she did that he nodded and placed a kiss on her forehead and said. "I will contact you once again with instructions. You will obey my orders unless told otherwise by me." He said and then he reached down, gave her pussy a slow rub before a soft pat and then a kiss to her neck as he slid from the booth and then got up and left her there alone with the toy in her ass and no instruction to remove it as well as the others.

Exhausted, Emma could only watch as Kale poured the champagne. The transparent alcohol mixed with the sperm, creating what had to be the strangest cocktail. The actress squirmed, feeling the plug still nestled within her ass. She felt exhausted, and looked that way too: with spit, cum, and sweat staining nearly every bit of her body. Makeup had smeared around her eyes, and her lipstick seemed slightly smudged. The beautiful hair had clearly been mussed, and it stuck to her neck in places. she looked very much like a girl who'd just engaged in heavy sexual activity. That's exactly what met Emma's reflection as she looked too. Stared would be a much better answer, actually, and she shifted again, only to feel the thing even more in her ass. That full feeling was making her uncomfortable now, and she wanted nothing so much as to remove it from within her. Yet instead, she took the drink as offered. Swallowing, Emma tilted it back. The champagne was strong, thankfully, and covered a good deal of the cum's taste. It did little to dim the texture though, and every gulp or so, Emma felt a thick glob sliding into her mouth and down her throat. Still, there wasn't much, and she managed it soon enough. Setting it down, she looked to him, then looked down at the cock. Still wordless, she grabbed a nearby napkin, working it over the cock, wiping and squeezing, generally rolling things around until the cock was more or less dry. It still looked strangely tempting.

Kale went home and he smiled and decided he would give her another ten, maybe fifteen days of submitting. He knew that she would wear her collar the entire time, tonight had been to powerful, she would be too aroused from the nightly playing that he knew she would do. He smiled as he arrived at his home and took a deep breath before sitting down and passing out in his living room chair. Kale spent the next week going about his business and arranging meetings for various employers and others. The second weak he sent her a note that was delivered with the same champagne she drank with his cum as well as a single white rose and the note read. "Hello my pretty little submissive, it has been one week and I hope you have been behaving, but now I want you to wear the plug on a daily basis, only removing it to use the restroom." Then there were a few breaks and the letter was simply signed 'D' which was shorthand for dominant. He smiled as he hoped she would obey as he wrote that letter and then once again spent another week going about his business and another week passed without his contact and he wrote another note, though this one was delivered to her on set as it was a bouqouet of the same rose and a new note that read. "Two weeks. Time for another date, go get a dress that you know I will like. You know how I like you dressed and presented. Appease me and I may take you to my home after our date. Also, be at my booth, waiting on your knees a glass of my favorite wine in your left hand and I want you to buy a silver leash for your collar and for that to be in your right hand. You are to be kneeling with your legs wide and both toys in." Again there was a break in the line and then that single letter 'D' representing all of his control. Kale was proud of that letter and hoped that it would be enough and that she would obey.

Lovely? Emma nearly blushed, hearing him call her that in her current state. It made her squirm, which again served to remind her of the toy buried within her. There were touches to follow, more squirming, and then a toast. Was tonight fun? Emma wasn't certain; her head still spun as she tried to put the events together. Her sex almost hurt, and she'd never felt more disheveled than she did now. Yet there was that post-coital exhausted bliss that had settled in; she couldn't deny that feeling. Another command, and Emma shifted. "I'm to masturbate with my vibrator every night, going till I'm at the blink of orgasming but not actually doing so. Then, I have to stick the vibrator into my mouth and try to work it as deeply in as I possibly can. I cannot cum without my dominant's permission, and I'm not to insert anything into me," she said, her accent almost crisp and businesslike as she listed off everything. In the back of her mind crouched that doubt, her mind insisting that there was no way she'd actually humiliate herself any further. Despite that, she felt a little thrill as he nodded, then kissed her. "Yes sir," she finally said as he finished. There was one last gesture on her sex, which made Emma tremble, before he left. Emma stared for a moment, uncertain as to what she was supposed to do. He hadn't technically told her she could leave, and she still had a toy embedded in her ass, not to mention her disheveled appearance. Alone, Emma suddenly felt quite vulnerable. She tried adjusting herself as best as possible, using the mirror and tugging at the clothing to restore what cover they provided. At last, she was as put together as she could be, and she wobbled her way out of the club, keeping the toy in her ass, mostly because she didn't want to be seen taking it out. It would come later, when she was home and alone, and far away from the club and its influences.

Kale had deliberately left choices up to her. Wanting to see the submissive in her make decisions. To often did she simply glaze over during their 'dates' and she just become a doll for him to control via her nether regions. He wanted a coherent date between the two and he wanted her to understand that he brings pleasure as well as control. She needs to trust him and give into him, but that is for later tonight when she, if she, deserves the honor of going back to her dominant's home. Kale had purposely gone to the club much later that night. Wanting her to remain kneeling by his booth for almost an hour. If she was still there she would be happy to see him and he would know she is devoted. Kale entered the club and immediately everybody knew he was there as he commanded the attention of the room. But his eyes did not waiver, instead they moved and locked right onto his submissive as she was kneeling there and she was dressed in a supremely sexy dress and he walked to her as he said nothing and stopped in front of her. Still no words were spoken as he looked over her and then a smile slid onto his face and he said. "Emma, good choice in clothing. You know just what your dominant likes you in." He then crouched and his hand slid between her legs, he did not ask or even tease, he did not need to, she was his completely. Kale felt the pink vibrator and smiled as he flicked it onto it's highest setting and then he patted the butt plug as he then stood and took the wine from her hand and took a small sip as he said. "How did you know this was my favorite?" He asked as he did not tell her to stand. He sat down at the booth and he reached to her right hand and grabbed her leash. Using the leash he made her spin and then kneel facing him as he waited for her to answer his question.

Emma couldn't recall being so conflicted in her life. After she'd cleaned herself and rested, it almost felt like that night hadn't happened. She'd gone to work next day, shooting scenes and acting as if everything were just as it had always been. Except she still had a collar around her neck, indeed, there could be no mistaking it for anything else. There had been some initial questions, but Emma had just waved it off. The collar looked good on her, and she felt strangely comfortable when wearing it. That night, she'd gotten home and seen the pink thing, sitting by her bed where she'd left it. Her body hummed just thinking about it, and she decided that she might as well. So Miss Emma Watson had relieved the stress of the day by holding a buzzing vibrator to her shaven slit, rolling it around and teasing herself. The toy would press along her, buzzing and sending all the best signals to all the best parts of her. Then, just as Emma began to feel that familiar sensation building, she would find herself pulling the toy away, leaving herself breathless. The first time, she had stared at it, not believing that she'd actually done that, her mind rebelling at the very notion. Even worse was how she found herself bringing it up, pressing it against her lips. Not many inches went in, mostly because Emma felt disgusted with herself shortly after beginning, leaving the toys to go and bathe herself. A week went by, and Emma found herself using the vibrator every night, cleaning it off with her mouth most every night as well. As the days passed, she figured that maybe Kale had forgotten her. On that sixth night, she almost considered not pleasuring herself, simply falling into her normal routine. When the note appeared, along with a bottle of champagne that made Emma swallow, hard. The command made her swallow harder still: one of the most unpleasant parts of that night had been working the toy within her, and he wanted her to wear it all times? Emma rebelled, if slightly. The toy did not go in that day, nor did she pleasure herself that night. However, the next day, she awoke, saw the letter, and felt herself squirming. That letter and that man promised sensual pleasures the like of which she'd never seen. All she needed to do was follow a few simple commands. Emma Watson went that day with a plug up her pretty little ass. There was a lot of squirming, and she found herself getting flushed at the worst times. The sessions in the evening grew more frustrating, to the point where Emma was tempted to throw caution to the wind and simply let herself cum. Even worse, there was a handsome bloke on the set who started eying her, and Emma eyed back, wondering. However, he'd been there when the bouquet arrived. Emma's eyes widened, especially knowing that she'd have to find some way of buying a dress like that on her own. That alone nearly made her balk. Nearly. That night came, and it would find Miss Emma Watson again made up beautifully. Dark purple ringed brown eyes, drawing them in and giving the girl a sultry look. Those beautiful locks had again been styled, arranged to fall over mostly bared shoulders and frame that magazine ready face. The nails had been done as well, and her skin had that same flawless white that so many idolized. Her dress?It fit descriptions nicely. It was more buckle than latex, with a strap every five inches or so along Emma's chest. Her left side was covered, if barely, in a tight layer of deep purple latex, which at least covered nearly all of her left breast, before curving back to nearly expose Emma's navel. It ended by covering her sex; something had to, as again, this was not something you wore undergarments with. The buckles were all that covered her right side, including the nipple of her right breast. The girl was seriously worried that a deep breath would cause her to pop out, not that she needed to be worried, given the club. A silver chain dangled loose in her right hand, and a glass of wine set in her left. She could feel that familiar plug between her pert ass cheeks, snugly fitted into its by now familiar sheath. The pink toy was lodged in her nether lips as well, though she refrained from turning on; Kale hadn't said so. Still, the woman waited, not believing what she was going through. The pleasures though... the pleasures would make it all worth it. Emma just knew they would.

Kale remained seated as she now knelt in front of him and she said that she had asked what his favorite was and he nodded. Pleased that she was smart enough to do so. He hoped that she could remain the way she was throughout her training. She was going to be a good girl if she could and if she became the stereotypical 'yes master' submissive then he would have no use for her and have to get rid of her. As Kale sat there and drank his wine he said nothing. Only watched her squirm and move about from the vibrators. He only did something when he finished drinking his wine and that was give her leash a soft tug and then pat his lap. A very clear, nonverbal sign. The tug to get her attention and the pat to signal she needed to be in his lap. He waited patiently with his hands out of the way as she rose and then moved into his lap. Once she was kneeling in his lap, her legs spread wide he smiled and kissed her chin and then moved down her neck before saying. "And did my little girl do as I asked? Did she tease herself every night?" He asked as his eyes moved over her slowly and carefully, he saw the sweat forming and he saw the arousal in her eyes and body. She was ripe for the taking and he hoped that she earned such a taking tonight as he had not fucked since he had chosen her as his little toy.

Emma lost track of time while she waited there. It felt like forever, with her knees pressing against the hard floor of the club, while both her holes tingled from the sensation of being so fully plugged. People looked her way quite often; they did generally stare at celebrities. One or two even approached, but Emma simply insisted that she was waiting for someone. When Kale finally arrived, most knew exactly who was waiting on him. Quite a few sets of eyes followed the imposing man as he strolled through the club, and a handful more remained upon Emma, wanting to watch the first few acts of this play unfold. "Thank you, sir," were Emma's first words, responding to his compliments. She stiffened as she felt his hand traveling along her body. Talented fingers just graced her shaven slit, sending sensations throughout her sex. Her inner lips trembled and squeezed at the toy within, which made her body tighten. She could feel her anal cavity clamping hard upon the dildo within it as well, and all this resulted in her taking a sharp intake. He was soon flicking on the vibrator, sending the arousing sensations throughout Emma's already moist sex. The girl had to bite back a moan, her back arching much against her will irregardless of her own resistance. "I asked, sir," she managed, her brown eyes following him as he grabbed her leash. She was soon scrambling to move in front of him, each little movement jostling the toys within her, making her arousal grow higher and higher. It had been... so long since she'd allowed herself to cum. Why had she even bothered to listen to this man, let him have that much control? her eyes looked to him now, arousal shining through. Yet there was a tinge of doubt within them, as though she didn't quite believe this man could give her what she truly wanted, despite her previous experiences.

Kale smiled as he watched Emma struggle so much to move and to please him. He watched how she shook and how her breath was ragged. It was beyond obvious to anyone who paid the slightest amount of attention that Miss Emma Watson, was desperately in need of an orgasm. Kale leaned in and said. "Emma, does a submissive talk to her master like that? Does she demand to know things." He said as he reached between her legs and simply pulled the toy out of her pussy, leaving it completely empty as he shook his head and said. "If you want me to work your body as well as I know how to do you better show me respect. I can always give you to some of the other dominants in this club. Let them use their riding crops and whips to correct you instead of my words. Is that what you want?" He asked simply as he set the toy on the table in the off position as he called a waitress over and then he looked to Emma and said. "Order your master wine, like a good submissive." He leaned in and said. "Tell the waitress what you are, how your master feels about your current behavior and what he wants. You may also get something for yourself as well." He said as he spanked her a bit harder than the usual playful smack. He would not waiver when it came to her respect and to her understanding that he was her master sexually and if she wanted pleasure than she should remember to call him what he is.

Emma was nearly insulted that he'd been surprised that she'd figured out something so simple. She shifted, still nervous, still fighting the arousal from the thrumming toys within. Kale was just sitting there, sipping at his wine. Meanwhile, Emma was fighting against the urge to make noises, and not quite succeeding. Every one in a while she'd let out a little moan or a whimper, her body's release from the pent up arousal that roared within her. Then came a tug, and Emma moved. She wobbled as she rose, the long held position making her body jerky and weak. She nearly stumbled against him, her hands reaching out to stabilize. As she did, she saw the pat, and she knew full well what he wanted. Her hands went down to tug at the dress, wanting to cover herself as best she could. The dress did cover, if just, but the humming that came from beneath the tight latex hem was a bit of a giveaway. Eventually, Emma was perched on his lap, her legs spread wide. All her efforts had gone to waste, as the dress rose enough to at least show the bottom of her pussy lips. The dildo was just showing its head underneath it, and bits of juices were clinging to those lips like drowning victims to a life raft. "Yes I did, sir," she said, swallowing. She was tempted to add a "mostly," but held it back. She could feel the flush along her body, knowing full well that she was in the full throes of arousal now. Sweat beaded along her skin, and the red showed quite visibly against the white. Her breath came haggardly, the barely contained bust trembling with every other breast. Even her words seemed ragged, as though she were barely containing herself. "What do you have planned for tonight?" she asked, forgetting other additions for a moment. She shifted again, nearly grinding herself against him. The vibrator shifted within, poking out for a moment.

Kale listened to Emma speak to the waitress and he heard her say she was his personal toy and he wondered if she really believed that or not. His hand slid close to her pussy and rubbed her inner thigh as he said. "Emma, are you truly my personal toy? Are you at your master's beck and call?" He asked as he reached back and behind her as he pulled the plug out of her ass as well, leaving her completely empty and he wondered if his toy would get alterations or not. He delivered a more playful smack to her now empty ass and he said. "That was decent, I would have preferred you to be a bit more descriptive, but it works. Emma, do you love the way your master work you? Are you his personal little slave and toy? If he wants you bent over on your hands and knees at his feet, will you be there to pleasure him at all times?" He posed the question as his hands had slid around her legs and hips and now rested his hands on her ass as he waited for the waitress to come back and as he saw her approach he leaned in and said. "Emma, thank the waitress, and apologize for not being clear to her, and be more descriptive. I want you to degrade yourself, to show me that you know what you are to the fullest extent and where you deserve." He said as he kissed her neck and spanked her once more.

It didn't surprise Emma that she'd made a mistake, nor did it surprise her that Kale had noticed it. The buzzing, thrumming within her was making the girl impatient and anxious. She'd never felt quite so aroused, so keyed up, and so very aware of that fact. It certainly didn't help that every move she made, even the slightest motion, felt sexualized, thanks to the clothing barely covering her body and the situation she found herself in. "No, sir, that's not what I want,' she managed, nearly whimpering the words. This felt like torture, if torture of an exquisite kind. She gasped as she felt the toy leaving her sex, the lips of her pussy seeming to close after it. A strange feeling of emptiness soon settled in Emma's lower half, as though the thing within her had been natural, and her current state very much not. Her eyes went to the toy as it was set on the table, and she considered both the feeling and her options. A new command caught her attention. She looked to the waitress, "My master wants more wine, waitress. I'm his personal toy, and he isn't happy with how I was speaking to him, so if you could please do this, it would make us both quite happy. I'll have some wine myself, if you would please." She swallowed, her throat quite dry. She could still feel how wet her sex had gotten, and now her nearly bared ass stung slightly from the smack that had recently been put upon it. That pain mixed with the pleasure in ways that Emma had not been anticipating, and she found a part of herself enjoying it far more than she would have thought possible. However, she certainly didn't want her master to realize it; realize these wrong feelings she had. Instead she shifted, still feeling the plug within her ass as she waited for her master's next command.

Kale watched as she moved and groaned and obeyed his non verbal motions and commands like a true toy. He watched as the waitress approached and eyed his submissive jealousy and hearing Emma tell the waitress what she was and he smiled as she got a bit dirtier and more descriptive, but nowhere near enough so instead of telling her to do more he looked at the waitress and gave her a simple nod. A sign that she may speak. The waitress looked over Emma and said. "That's so cute, honey, but why would you be on your knees?" She asked innocently as Kale's hands continued to roam over her body as she held the drinks for her dominant and herself. Kale moved carefully and set them down before he kissed her neck and his hands slid between her legs and rubbed the sensitive flesh as he felt her arousal and was pleased. Though he continued to wait for her to answer and he then gave her clitoris a small tug and said. "Emma, she asked you a question. A toy answers all questions honestly." He said and then he waited for her answer. He heard her speak, but did not hear the words she said. He would not care, all he saw was how the waitress face went from jealousy to disgust and then right back to jealousy, she must have done a good job. Kale then as a reward slid one single finger into her cunt and rubbed her inner walls as he kissed her neck and said. "That's a good toy."

Emma felt the hand along her sensitive thigh, and it made her hiss breath between her teeth. The beautiful Brit arched slightly, her skin crawling with the pleasure unleashed by that very purposeful touch. Words rained down upon her, questions demanding her response. Emma managed a nod, a rather emphatic one. She was his personal toy; she knew this, and surely he did as well. To her surprise, his hands went between her pert cheeks. Fingers seized upon the plug, and Emma gasped as he emptied her out entirely. To punctuate the removal: a light smack upon her ass, just enough for a flash of red to appear upon the pristine white flesh for the barest of moments. "I love the way my master works with me; his touch feels better than anything I've felt before," breathed Emma, her voice hoarse. She swallowed, gathering herself and wanting to respond better than that. He'd asked for more, asked her to be there for him at all times. Hands were now sliding over her body, feeling the slim curves. Emma felt her hips move, rolling against his touch, practically begging for more. The girl bit her lip, that bright red sliding between pure white, and smothered a noise of appreciation. She blushed as the waitress approached, having great difficulty meeting the woman's eyes. "I--I'm my master's pet," she stammered as the waitress came closer. "And I thank you for bringing our drinks. We hope it will help when I'm--I'm my knees later and master is enjoying my body," she blushed a dark red then, her words practically choking in her mouth. She managed to grab the drinks, but something told her that wasn't nearly enough in the way of description for her master. She couldn't, nor wouldn't, offer more description than that, however.

Kale kissed her neck as he toyed with his toy's pussy. He felt how hot, wet, and tight she was. He knew he could have her cumming in seconds and he would be fucking her tonight, she was ready to be used. He looked at her and then one hand rolled under her arm and pressed tightly to her breasts and his hand wrapped around her neck and began to push her head back into his shoulder. He made her through her head over his shoulder as he choked her lightly and he leaned over and kissed her lips as that finger began to slide in and out of her pussy. It moved slow and deliberately. In and out, in and out. He knew that was slow enough to get her pussy to be even wetter. Though he looked down into her lidded eyes and he did something that he hadn't done in a while. His hand moved from her neck to her cheeks and forced her mouth open before he leaned in and grabbed her tongue with his lips. Wrapping her into a deep sexual kiss. Her tongue was his and anyone looking at the kiss would see that Kale was the boss in the relationship and she was just the toy. Though it didn't help that she was leaning into him and her head bent over his shoulder and her back arching like a taught bow. Kale broke the kiss and let saliva drip into her mouth and then he made her close her mouth and he kissed her ear as another finger teased her love hole except this one shifted back and he rotated his hand as he slid a finger into her rear this time and stroked both walls closely together as he could almost make out the feeling of the other finger against the opposite one.

Emma didn't see the nod, so when the waitress spoke, she felt nothing but frustration. Her red lip slid between her teeth again, trying to smother noises. Mostly because Kale's hand had continued moving, teasing Emma's flesh. The girl realized that if she was to get what she really wanted, if release was going to be hers, then she needed to at least play the part. Think of it as a role, she told herself, a role you have to play in order to get your reward. "I'd be on my knees so my master can play with my hot little body," she said, her posh accent hoarse with arousal, "so he can run his hands all over my sexy little frame and make me his personal plaything. I'd be on all fours so he could mount me and fuck me till I collapsed with exhaustion. Then, he'll fuck me on the floor, till I can't take it anymore. Because he's my dominant, and I'm his submissive, and that's how it bloody works." She punctuated by shuddering, nearly rolling back against Kale. Her eyes were lidded now, and staring up at the waitress. Emma too recognized the jealousy and such, though it mattered little to her. What mattered were the hands stoking her internal fire, making her actively pant now. Words of praise slithered into her ear, crawling over her and leaving a trail of pleasure. The girl trembled again, arching slightly, her overheated, teased body reacting overly strong to the words, and to the finger inside. Already her sex was closing about it, welcoming it as though it were an honored guest. He'd already find Emma hot, wet, and tight, her arousal almost overly apparent.

Kale smiled and watched as Emma bent to his will once more as she closed her mouth and seemingly swallowed her dominant's saliva and he decided to push her over the edge. He would give the girl no rest tonight. He was going to make that little slit between her legs hurt and be sore. He wanted her to waddle her way out of the club tonight. He would be sure to make her see the pleasure a dominant had to offer and perhaps he would show up to one of her screenings tomorrow. Give her something to think about while she tried to act. Kale kissed her ear and then whispered. "Cum for me, my toy. Release your juice on my crotch and my lap. Show me that you are a toy for my use only." He said as he slipped a second finger into her cunt and fingered her pussy and ass quickly and hard. He was not surprised when it took mere seconds for her pussy to convulse and unload on him. He fingered her through her orgasm, smirking as she even squirted a bit. Though as soon as her cum flow stopped her removed his fingers and dipped them in her champagne glass, giving the champagne a sweet and sour edge as well as his fingers. He then pushed those into her mouth and waited for them to be sucked clean. It wasn't long before Emma was in her dominants lap, her cum all over his lap and her pussy ready for more. He looked at her and said. "Emma, can you walk?"

A hand moved, tugging against Emma's barely buckled breasts. Another wrapped about her neck, and Emma felt it closing. Her eyes bulged for a moment, and her body tightened to resist, should it prove necessary. She trusted Kale, to some degree; she did not trust him completely enough to put her life into his hand. She still let herself fall back against his shoulder, despite the awkward position. The bowing made the hem of her "dress" rise, and Emma could feel the bottom her pussy lips being bared to the cool air of the club. Lips lowered onto Emma's, and she kissed back as best she could in the awkward position. Soon enough, hands were roaming south. Fingers played at her sensitive sex, stroking her. They slid; she could feel them practically gliding into her smooth, wet sex. The hot velvet clung tightly to him, surrounding him and welcoming his touch. Yet the maddening sensations were not quite enough to push Emma over the edge; likely done for that purpose. The girl's breath was hard, heavy, and the flush left little doubt as to her bodily state. A mouth moved down, seizing Emma's tongue. The Brit allowed him to take the muscle, controlling it and controlling the kiss. The sensations of pleasure again washed over her, a spreading warmth that made her melt against him. The posture barely mattered; this position felt good, felt right. The kiss broke, and Emma felt saliva sliding into her. She closed her mouth; a kiss fell upon ears then. Fingers again plundered a wet sex, diving into her depths. The girl gasped, her body tightening, bowing even further backward. The dress had risen further now, showcasing nearly the entirety of the girl's shaven sex. Another finger entered Emma's ass. She felt it pressing against the stretched rosebud for a few moments, before sliding into the tight crevice. The muscles there clenched tight, still relatively unused to invaders. The girl could feel the warm fingers wiggling inside her, pressing along her, nearly touching one another within. Her hips were moving now, her arms grabbing him for support. A knot of tension was beginning to form within her, and she knew that with a few more moments of this delicious sensation, she would lose herself upon him again.

Kale smiled and kissed her neck as he slid, with her in his lap, to the edge of the booth and he lifted her up and set her down on the table as he stood and then handed her, her champagne glass as well as his as he said. "Follow." He then put her on her feet and saw that she was steady enough to walk a bit and he then got out his leash and clipped it to her collar as he then turned and walked off. Leading her through the club as he walked back into a hallway as he moved down the various doors which various noises could be heard. The sound of a whip there, a sub begging for pleasure, over there, the sound of a sub screaming in pain over there. IT was clear that whatever lay behind those doors was diverse and any dominant could make anything happen. He found a vacant room and smirked as he opened the door and lead Emma into the dark room as he released her leash and said. "Kneel, arms behind your back, legs wide. I want to see your sex from here." He commanded as he walked past the stream of light from the hallway and disappeared into the dark as he flipped a switch and soon a bed appeared as well as another door. This was more of a honeymoon based suite, but Kale knew of the dark things in the store room and he looked at Emma and said. "Emma, tell me what you told the waiter, I was not listening. I only saw her face." He explained simply and then walked past her and closed the door and locked it.

A kiss on the ear, followed by a command, the sweetest command. Emma gasped as the words hit her. They sank in deep, acting as a kind of hidden trigger. No sooner had those words spoke when that knotted tension released itself. The lips again slid between teeth as Emma bit back a noise of joy. Her body arched against him, her hands gripping him tightly. She could feel her sex spasming around fingers. Could feel the tight canal of her ass clenching vice tight about invading digits. The convulsions shook her, making her body dance, her taut, apple sized breasts jiggle upon her chest. The girl arched harder, her hands dug deeper, and juices flowed from a well teased sex. After a handful of moments so pleasing that they were almost pleasurable, Emma relaxed against the man. The flush had taken her over, giving a rose colored sheen to the pure white of her skin. Her beautiful hair had become disheveled already. The buckled dress had shifted, now askew upon her form, not at all covering the glistening lips of her sex. She bit back another noise as the fingers slid from her, and her lidded brown eyes watched him dip those same fingers into champagne. Tired lips parted for fingers, taking them in. She tasted herself, mingled ever so subtly with champagne. Another unwanted groan left the girl, followed shortly by a slight tremor. She could feel her sex still quaking, the lips almost parting as though asking for further attention. A question was posed, and the girl managed a slight nod of affirmation. She could walk, though she wasn't sure how steady she would be.

Kale looked over Emma as she knelt and he smiled down at her, listening to what she actually told the waitress and he moved over to her and stood right in front of her. She was at the perfect height to deliver a blowjob, as he stood right in front of her his crotch sat in front of her face and he said. "Emma, do you want me to fuck you on all fours like the little toy you are, then when you collapse, do you really want to be fucked until you pass out? Do you want that, my toy?" He asked as he moved closer, his crotch now mere inches from her face as he lifted his foot under her and ground his boot lightly against her pussy and he was not surprised to find it still wet. He waited for her answer before he moved and walked off, he entered the room in the back and could be heard rustling around as he collected a certain amount of 'toys' and threw them into a black Duffel bag before walking back out and tossing the bag on the floor as he pulled out a riding crop and then he moved to sit in a chair and he looked at his submissive and said. "Emma, come to me, kneel at my feet and beg for what you desire. Show me that you really desire it with your words and body. Beg with your entirety, beg with your soul." He said as he remained sitting, the riding crop sitting in his right hand and teasing Emma, he looked at her like a true dominant. A cold stare that demanded respect and obedience.

Another command, and Emma rose as best she could. The girl wobbled slightly, having to grip onto Kale in order to balance herself. That she wore impressive heels certainly wasn't helping matters. She lowered a hand now, adjusting the dress and pulling it to cover herself as best as possible. The shifting accidentally bared a nipple, and Emma had to reach up to cover that as quickly as possible. Soon enough, she was following Kale as best she could. Sounds hit her hard, moving in waves. A whip, a scream, all a mixture of pain and pleasure, all dark and mysterious. Emma swallowed, feeling her heart beginning to pick up. She'd realized this relationship, such as it was, was... dark, but knowing that and facing it were something else entirely. They stopped by a room, and Emma entered the dark room. She felt a hand dropping her leash, and she nearly gasped at the loosened tension. Another command. Emma knelt as best she could, her arms behind her back, fingers threaded together. Her legs were as wide as she could comfortably manage, forcing the dress to again rise up and bare the bottoms of her nether lips. A switch flipped, and light illuminated the area. Emma blinked several times, wincing. Another command hit her while she was still orienting herself. She repeated the words as best she could, her voice wavering more now. All the while, the girl barely moved, simply kneeling there and listing off precisely what she said with that clipped accent of hers, as though she were reading off a shopping list as opposed to essentially telling the man nearby to fuck her raw.

Criminals are a superstitious and cowardly lot. That was something Bruce Wayne was in strong affirmation of. It has proven true for the past year and a half as the petty criminals of Gotham have been heading for the hills once they got a good look at him in a bat costume. Though there have been a few cases where just the bat costume alone had not worked. There was Jack, or The Joker as he calls himself now. Then there was the curious case of Edward Nigma or The Riddler as he goes by now. They showed no fear of the costume. At that time Bruce had to employ his skills in detective work, martial arts, and criminology to stop them. Yet still they weren't the only ones who are now called "Super Villains", but Bruce still saw them as the criminals they were. There was even talk of a new one out on the streets, a thief the press are affectionately calling "Catwoman". It had been a long year and a half, he thought he had permanent bags under his eyes and yet he still had to run a whole enterprise and be the playboy that all of Gotham thought he was. Thinking of which he had a party to go to. He groaned remembering it, "Oh Alfred why?" He was in the batcave and was preparing to suit up to begin his patrol, but he had to stop now that he remembered the party. Alfred stepped beside him with his three button suit. "Because sir, you can't be Batman all the time and Bruce Way e must make an appearance." Bruce sighed and took the suit from Alfred to change in to it. Once that task was done he smoothed his hair over and left the batcave to grab one of his cars to leave to whatever party he was scheduled to attend. He arrived at the event in his expensive sports car and exited to the sound of clicking cameras and the shouts of various reporters asking him about Wayne Enterprises next financial move or who Bruce was dating. He gave them all a rehearsed answer and hurried into the door, the guard needed to ask no question as to who he was. When he entered the event hall he was immediatley was swarmed by the other socialites in attendance. Various models, bussinessmen and women, executives, politicians, etc. They swarmed him with questions and demands that he should come with them on their next vacation trip. Once he was able to get away he moved to the champagne table. He quickly grabbed a flute and downed it quickly. He was tired and hoping that the champagne would help him wake up a little. He set the flute down once it was done and he took a seat. He rubbed his temples to try and relive himself of the stress and tired. It was tough being a playboy, billionaire, vigilante, philanthropist.

Selina Kyle was many things to other people. To her mother, she was a failure. To her ex boyfriend, she was a worthless tease. To her high school english teacher, she was a waste of potential. And to Gotham, she was a criminal. They may not directly associate it to her name, but it was true. Weekly, she had been appearing on the front page of the newspaper, people only catching a glimpse of her before she was gone. Right now, she was unstoppable, but she was no idiot. She knew that she would eventually have a few people on her tail (literally) and that she was going to have to secure her approach. As a young girl, Selina was an accomplished gymnast and the apple of her parents eye. They shared the dream of her eventually going to the Olympics and getting a gold metal, which she was determined to have, but things got in the way. Unlike her team mates, at the age of sixteen, she started to grow breasts and hips. It didn't take long for her to gymnastics to falter, if only just a small amount, but just enough to take her out of the running to greatness... It effected her in more ways than one, and soon enough, she started to get into a rough crowd at her highschool. She started dating an older guy who gave her the slightest bit of attention, her grades dropped, and the rest was history... One month after breaking up with her on and off again boyfriend, Jason, the twenty-one year old Selina was living in a rat-infested appartment on the rough side of Gotham. But, hey. It was better than living in the sightlylessrat infested apartment with Jason, who liked liked to turn on her after one too many beers at night. Not to mention, with her latest "investments" she was doing better than she had in a long time. There was nothing that made the independent girl want to go back to being a weakling that counted on someone else. She was done with that part of her life. Right now, it was her against the world, and she planned to do her part in making sure than no one ended up the way she did. She liked to think of her self as a female Robin Hood; stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. However, that's not what Gotham had named her... No, she was Catwoman. ~*~ Selina smirked at the front page of the paper, a cup of coffee in one hand and her morning cigarette in the other. She wasn't a heavy smoker, but she was nervous at the moment. Today was the day she was going to attempt at sneaking into a highly anticipated social event in order to get her hands on a few things. It was the riskiest thing she would have done to date, but she felt like she had to. After all, those rich snobs needed a taste of their own medicine... They needed to know what it felt like to have things taken from them, whether they were sentimental or not. A picture of her in her catsuit was displayed on the paper, demanding that people do everything in their power to get her into custody. It was pretty decent picture, she had to admit, and it was the 15th picture since she started to her nightly activities... Dressed in a form-fitted red dress, Selina approached the body guard at the front door and gave him her most charming smile. "Catherine Flick," she purred, her finger moving down to point at the name on the list. "Plus one... My husband is dealing with the vallet. I'm sure you can understand." She gave him a wink, and the guard gave her a goofy grin. To her pleasure, he opened the door and let her inside. Rolling her eyes, she walked across the large event room, her heels clicking on the marble floor, and went straight for the champagne table. Men, she thought, so easy to fool... With that, the young woman sipped from her champagne flute and let her eyes scan the room. It was a beautiful place, with lots of nice things. Things that cost a pretty penny, she imagined...

Bruce's eyes didn't miss a beat as they turned to see a beautiful woman slide in to the seat next to him. He didn't mind the crumpling of the name tag next to him. He had read it when he sat down, it was Detective Harvey Bullock. Bullock was probably the most controversial officer in the Gotham Police Department. His colleagues in the Major Crimes Unit will swear up and down that he is a good cop, despite his reputation for taking bribes, police brutality, and ties to organized crime being on the top. He was a portly man with an overly macho exterior and a life hatred of Batman and any other vigilante in the city. Bruce smiled at her small comment. "No, I didn't expect it to, but then again this isn't for a head ache. Just trying to relax. Even though it may seem my life is one of simplicity, it really isn't." No life was not easy for Bruce Wayne. At the age of eight, his parents were killed by a small-time criminal named Joe Chill on their way home from the movie theater, the movie was Zorro. That was something Bruce vividly remembered as well as the sight of his father willingly cooperating with Chill until he pulled the trigger on his mother first and then his father as he fought him for his gun. After that he swore an oath to rid the city of the evil that had taken his parents' lives. He was raised as an orphan by his butler and dear friend Alfred Pennyworth until he was 18 and off to college, still holding that oath and the memory of that night deep in his heart. He ended his blast to the past when he realized he had gone deep into thought and that his face was clearly showing it. He broke his stone face and offered the woman a tired smile. "Forgive me for that, you obviously know me, but I haven't seen your face around these functions. What's your name Ms...." He left it open for her to place her introduction in.

Selina's eyes immediately fell on the famous Bruce Wayne, watching as people flocked to him from all sides of the rooms. He was treated like a celebrity - Which, she supposed he technically was one. - and it made her scoff. Why was it that a man who lived his entire life with a silver spoon in his mouth treated with the respect of royalty, while good people were being thrown out on the street every day? She rolled her eyes and continued to sip her champagne, watching him take a glass of his own. It was only when he managed to get away from the crowd that she noticed how tired he looked; that his charming "playboy" smile had faultered a little... With the curiosity of the cat and a sway of her hips, she moved across the room and over to the table he was sitting at. Her eyes glanced down at the name tag on the plate next to him, and she quickly plucked it up and crumbled it in her hand. Sliding into the seat next to him, Selina smirked and crossed her legs, watching the man rub his temples. "One glass of champagne won't get rid of a headache, Mr. Wayne," he purred, "I assumed you would know that." Her eyes glanced toward the door where she noticed a woman becoming irrate about not being allowed entrance, while her husband was cleared. It took her a moment to realize that it was the real Mrs. Flick. Selina grinned. God, these people were easy to fool.

Bruce smiled as she cocked her head to the side and offered her hand to him. He nodded his head and shook gently shook. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Selina." He was grateful to see a new face around these parties. All the faces of the other people here, besides Gordon, have begun to meld togethe. It all seemed like they had the same problems, the sports car they recently bought didn't have all the bells and whistles on it, their butler and/or maid cooked their last meal a little funny, their 3 million dollar condo still was missing something. It all made Bruce wonder if these fat cats were even aware of the situation in Gotham. The rampant organized crime, the exploding poverty, the corruption. That was part of the reason why he became Batman, to clean up these streets and to make Gotham a better place. He had returned to his look, it had become focused and solem. He snapped out of it again and have her an apologetic smile. "I am so sorry about this Selina, I guess I'm a little preoccupied at the moment." He shifted in his seat to face her and give her his attention. "So what brings you here to this little area of the socialite circle? Job, family.... Date?"

Selina raised an eyebrow, unable to comprehend exactly what he was trying to say. Considering she didn't know his history, she thought he was just being another wealthy man trying to make himself sound more humble than he was. How could he deny that his life was nothing but comfortable? No, luxurious... She clenched her jaw, watching him go into what looked like a deep thought. She would have stopped him, making a point to tell him exactly the type of person she thought he was, but something about the distracted look on his face made her hold her tongue. Taking a sip of her champagne, she studied him carefully. A smirk spread across her red lips when he finally came back to reality, and she offered him her hand. "Everyone knows you, Mr. Wayne," she murmured, tilting her head to the side. A knowing grin was on her youthful face, satisfied that he had no idea that a criminal was sitting right in front of him. There was something... amusing about it all. "You're right. I'm rather new to these... social events. However, I can assure you that I'll be around more often." Her eyes glimmered with mischief. "Selina Kyle."

Business? Well Bruce had to honestly admit that he was glad she wasn't here from the last one he asked. There had been some lacking in the area of companionship lately. The recent ones have been somewhat... well there wasn't a nice way to put it, but they were lacking in the area of brains. They never challenged Bruce on an intellectual basis, they were practically just arm candy after Bruce's endless wealth. It was tedious most of the time and Bruce was growing weary of them. So thankfully it was business and just for awhile to see what it was like to run in the circle of the privileged. "Yes it can become quite dull after a short while can it?" He was only her for about ten minutes he was already wanting to burst out of this room and go beat the living crap out of some random thug that deserved it. The sound of the strings beginning to tune was a sign that he dancing was about to begin. When Selina offered to dance he answered with an immediate, "Yes, I would love to." He set his glass down and stood up. He gave her his arm and led her out on to the dance floor. When they were in the center Bruce went right to the trained positon of his hands for a waltz. He counted off the beat in his head and on the 1 he started the standard box step of a Waltz while the music played.

Selina smirked at him, finding it amusing that he seemed so distracted and lost in his thoughts. It made her curious about what he was thinking, wanting to know exactly what a millionaire playboy had to worry so intently about. Crossing her legs, she turned to face him just as she had her, one hand casually holding her glass of champagne. The new position caused her dress to ride a little on her thighs, making the older man on the other side of her stare for a moment. "Business," she murmured, her lips twitching a little. "And to see what it's like to be on of the bigger fish in the sea for a night. I have to say... It's nice part, even if a tad dull." With that, the twenty-one year old swirled her champagne around with the roll of her wrist. Her green eyes held a shimmer of mischief, finding it absolutely enthralling to be sitting next to one of the richest men in Gotham and for him to be oblivious of her nightly actions. The sound of violins started to fills the room, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Would you care to dance, Mr. Wayne?" she murmured softly, not the type of girl the feel the need to be asked by a man. She nodded toward the floor and set her glass down, interested in seeing what he would do.

The music played on and Bruce's feet absent mindedly followed the standard foot patterns. Meanwhile his eyes stayed on Selina. Her head did the same little cock she did earlier at the table and her hair cascaded over her shoulder. She was a playful woman indeed and for some reason Bruce liked it. Normally the other girls would bend to every whim he had just to get at his wallet. Selina on the other hand seemed to have different motives. The dance went on for what seemed like a long time as Selina asked an odd question. Bruce's brow furrowed while he thought about how to respond. "I'm not sure what you mean by bubble but if your talking about the life I lead it has its dull moments, but I think the better ones out weigh those times." He wasn't sure if that was the question she was asking but he gave it his best shot. While he had pondered she inched herself closer and he was now almost centimeters away from her. What was she playing at? Whatever it was he was sure that he was about to find out soon. After her first question she asked a question that made his Batman instincts kick in. She was basically asking how could he live the way he did while the rest of Gotham was dying in a plague of crime and poverty. If only she knew how much he was willing to sacrifice for this city. Then came a startling statement, one that put him at the slightest of unease. He honestly didn't know how to respond to such a statement. She had given him a veiled threat, but what did she mean by storm. Gotham had already had its storm of villains and their constant plots to try and conquer Gotham for their own needs. He remained silent and let her go as she twirled out of his arms and to the exit. He watched her intently as she strutted for a moment before turning back towards him as if to taunt. His face remained puzzled even after she left. He only stayed a the party for a few more minutes after she left. What she said about the storm had him uneasy and he knew only Batman could figure out what she was talking about. As he walked to his car he pulled out his phone and dialed Alfred's number. When he answered Bruce said, "Alfred, prepare my things." Alfred sounded relieved as he responded, "Taking a much needed vacation sir?" "My other things Alfred." Alfred sounded dissappointed after that and said they would be ready when he arrived. It was time for the Dark Knight to ride.

Selina looked up at him as his hand settled on her hip, their other hands clasped in the classic position. Considering all the years she trained in dance and gymnastics as child, she was graceful and new the steps. Thank God. The last thing she needed on her mind was making a full out of her self in front of all these blue bloods... Tilting her head to the side, her blond hair flowed over her shoulder. "Mr. Wayne, is it ever tiring to live in this bubble?" she murmured softly, almost purring despite her insulting words. Her body pressed against his in a seductive way, and their faces were mere inches apart. She was testing him - taunting him for her own enjoyment. He might be attractive and his demeanor might be different than what she had imagined, but he still was a rich man who didn't know what it was like to live out in the real world and suffer greatly for it... Or at least that's what she thought. "Is it... exhausting to constantly turn a blind eye to the world around you? To try so hard to forget about the little people?" she whispered, her hot breath dancing across his cheek. They floated along the floor like any other couple, but they were anything but. "There's a storm brewing, Mr. Wayne. You and your friends better batten down the hatches, because when it hits, you're all gonna wonder how you ever thought you could live so large and leave so little for the rest of us." And with that, she broke free of him mid twirl, walking a few paces away from him before looking over her shoulder with those mischievous green eyes. A smirk continued to play on her lips. "I believe my business is finished for the evening," she murmured, and then away with her head held high and her hips swaying with the feline-like presence she carried. Yes, her business was done here, and she had bigger fish to fry before the night was over.

Bruce briskly strode through the hallways and out to the buildings parking lot. He waited by the valet while watching the bouncer at the door chase after a car that had gone roaring out of the parking lot while a woman shouted at it. He was a little interested in what happened, was it a car thief? He would have to pull up the buildings security footage on the batcomputer and see if it was indeed a theft or not. Soon the valet pulled up in his car and handed him the key. He could see that the young teenager greatly admired the car. Unfortunately Bruce never learned the value of working a small task to earn the bare minimum so he could not empathize with him. He handed the teenager a twenty dollar bill and left the premesise in his car. Upon arrival back to Wayne manor, Bruce parked the sports car in the garrage and quickly headed inside. Alfred greeted him and together they walked to the lavish living room of the home and went straight to the old grandfather clock on one of the walls. Bruce opened the clock face glass and turned the two hands to 12:00 and the sound of clicks and whirrs of gears erupted from the clock. The clock slid back into the wall and to the side to reveal the entrance to Batmans base of operations, the Batcave. The pair descended the large winding staircase to the base floor of the hollowed out cave where a large supercomputer stood in the center. Bruce walks ego it and typed several commands on the keyboard and the footage from the party came up. He rewound the footage all the way back to a few minutes before he exited. He watched as the familiar figure of Selina Kyle strutted to an older car and slide inside it. His brow furrowed as he remember what she said, "A storm," he muttered to himself. What could she have meant by that? He checked the plated on the car and the paperwork was all under her so no, it wasn't a car theft. So what was the deal with the woman and the security guard? He let it go for now and moved away from the computer to a sealed room on the far side of the cave. He typed in a code on the keypad by the door and the door slid open with a hiss. Inside the room was his entire arsenal of gadgets and crime fighting gear. He walked inside and suited up into hisBatsuit. He exited the room and went to hisBatmobile. He opened the cockpit and leapt inside. He closed the cockpit, fired up the engine, and rocketed out of the batcave and on to the streets of Gotham. He went on his standard patrol route until Alfred came over the communication line saying, "Master Bruce, you're security measures at Gotham East Bank have been triggered." Bruce took the next left and drove to the bank. When Bruce had started this whole Caped Crusader ordeal he had gone around to every major bank in Gotham to open an account and to ask that he be allowed to place some secret security. He said that it was for his own moneys protection and he of. Purse had to pay a little extra for the bank to turn a blind eye to it. So now apparently some gang thought that they only needed to deal with the banks measures, but now it looked like they were about to received an unexpected visit from Batman. He parked outside the bank and went inside. Immediatley he saw a lithe figure dash to a room in the back of the bank. He quickly leapt over the desks and followed it in. Inside however was a surprise. A curvy figured woman clad in black leather and cat ears appeared to be the theif in question. "Well a cat burglar," He began with, "I never thought someone woukd take that cliche so far."

Selina made her way out to the parking lot, sliding into her 1998 Poniac Gran Prix and bringing it to life after several turns of her key. When she looked over her left shoulder, the guard from earlier was pointing at her along with the real Mrs. Flick. With a little chuckle, Selina gunned it and swerved on to the high way, leaving the rich socialites to their messy lives. Let them try and figure out who I am, she thought with a roll of her eyes. After arriving at her apartment, she filled a bowl of milk for Emma, the kitten she had found last week behind a dumpster on. She had come across the tiny grey cat while on her way home from robbing a shop that sold nice crystal, and decided to take her in. After all, how could she pass the animal up? It was just another lonely cat on the streets, just like her. Sitting on her balcony, smoking a cigarette, she watched the sunset while counting down the minutes until she could slip her cat suit on. After her run in with Bruce Wayne, she was just itching to get on the streets and do some damage... With a puff of her cigarette, she looked down at the street below her. It was not a nice neighborhood by any means, nothing close to what she grew up in. While she wasn't raised with the luxurious life she imagined Bruce did, she lived comfortably. She remembered how proud her parents were of her dance and gymnastic - how they just knew she was going to become a star... It wasn't until they realized this dream was getting more and more unrealistic that they distanced themselves from her, and not to be out done, Selina pulled away from them as well. And the rest was history... Once the street lights flicked on, Selina moved back inside and got down on her knees, pulling a large card board box out from underneath it. With as smirk, she pulled the skin-tight black suit out and rolled her eyes over to look at the kitten laying on the worn out couch. "Well, Emma," she murmured, stripping out of the red dress she wore. "Time to test out Gotham Bank's security system." Looking in the mirror, Selina no longer saw the failure that she saw in her parents eyes. No, she saw Catwoman... The black suit left little to the imagination, for she needed it to be sleek enough to not get in the way. It was just an added plus that it and the heeled black boots she wore complemented her curvy figure. However, it wasn't until she slipped the black mask over her eyes and the cat ears in the middle of her long, wavy blond hair that the look was complete... "Perfect," she murmured, then dashed out the door that led to the balcony.' ~*~ Inside the bank, Selina moved gracefully from room to room, trying not to set off any alarms. She had just gotten inside from the vents on the roof, and she was now on the prowl for the vaults. Of course, she had specific vaults in mind. Vaults that were owned by the wealthiest, most oblivious people in Gotham. Oh yes, they were going to see what it was like to suffer for once in their ignorant lives...

She jumped when he had spoken out loud, he had gotten the drop on her. Good, his stealth skills have been improving. His eyes immediatley were glued to the canvas bag with the cliche dollar sign and bank logo on it. "Making a little late night withdrawal?" He asked. He was feeling a bit jovial tonight since he had met Selina tonight and the fact that he had run in to another one of Gothams little myths. 'The Catwoman' as the headlines read. She was debated amongst people and most thought she was a myth to boost newspaper sales and to scare Gothams upper class into spending more money in security measures. By apparently she was very real, like himself. He stood at the same spot he was in whole she remained in the dark, or so she thought. The white eye pieces in his cowl were his omni-lenses. They allowed him to view in a variety of spectrums. Currently he was in what he called his 'Detective Mode'. It was an amalgamation of many spectrums: heat, x-ray, motion, infared, heartbeat, and ballistics. This was his favorite thanks to the handiness of it. He didn't have to constantly switch between all these different ones. Right now from his initial scans she was not dangerously armed, no fractures or breaks in her skeleton, and she was calm as calm can be, that could be dangerous. He reached into his handy dandy belt and pulled out a batarang and flipped the blades out, his fingers gripping it and ready to throw it. "Well I've been doing this long enough to know what makes people afraid and a man dressed as a bat? That makes some very afraid, but it seems to me that that's not your case." He still kept the batarang in a ready position. "So now that we've met, hand over the money and come quietly. Or do the opposite and get a couple of bruises."

Selina was on the prowl, her movements sleek and graceful. The way she managed to get from room to room told anyone that she was a trained athlete, her golden hair flowing along behind her. When she heard a deep, unexpected voice, she froze and whipped her head around. In one hand was a large bag mad of canvas with thousands of dollars in side; it was the first of many. Her green eyes showed no sign of fear at the sight of Batman, but a cocky confidence. She's been wondering when he'd finally show up - when he'd finally take her seriously and decided to check up on what she was up to. After all, she'd been in the newspapers a multitude of times... Was Batman losing his drive? She snickered at thought and strutted over to him, coming into the faint light of the dim bank. She stayed a safe distance away, just enough to be able to get away if needed. However, she was just close enough to tease him. "And dressing like a bat is not the least bit ridiculous," she purred in a sarcastic tone, putting her free hand on her hip. Her red lips spread into a pleased smirk, and she let out a little sigh. As if bored - as if she were not standing in front of the infamous vigilante of Gotham - she leaned against the wall with her leg bent and her heeled boot propped up underneath her bottom. "I've been wondering when I would get to meet you," she murmured, tilting her head to the side. She bit her lip and took his presence in. He was definitely a well-built, fit man, and his brooding tone had her... interested; as curious as a cat.

"You could say that," Selina purred at his first question, starting to swing the money bag around in a nonchalant manner. Her eyes traveled over his body and batsuit, taking in each of his tightly wrapped muscles. Even if she had no intention of leaving with him, she might have if the circumstances were different. In fact, she was sure she would... A smirk spread across her lips and she stepped out of the shadows, walking toward him despite his threat. "People are scared of what they don't know," she murmured softly, "And people have no idea what I am capable of." She shrugged, a dare in the tone of her voice, and her eyes moved over to the red button on the wall that would set off the alarm. "However, there are two things you are about to learn about me, Batman... I never do anything quietly, and I like things I little rough." She winked at him, then went into an immediate sommersault toward the alarm. Her flips were precise and well-trained, and she popped up with a perfect form before punching the alarm button. Sirens started going off, and the room filled with bright red flashing lights. Hoping that he'd be disoriented for a split second, she dashed out of the main room down a small hall that lead to the vent she entered through. The bag of money was still slung over her petite shoulder.

Trystan shook his head. It had been a few months since him and Kerrigan had been separated. Since then, the Zerg had been retreating. Now, all they had to worry was the Protoss front. And what a front that was. Their technology and weapons against the Protoss high tech. He shook his head, looking out of the window of the capital ship, into the stars that surrounded him. There was something odd going on here. Something odd had been going on for the last few months. The Zerg weren't ones to retreat. They almost always went on the offensive, what with their ungodly numbers. He shook his head, pacing. There had to be something wrong. He'd say that they were planning something, but as far as he was concerned, they couldn't plan. The marines could feel something was wrong. That's when it happened. The sirens went off, the red lights all over the base started flashing and spinning. They had done drills for this, and they had actually done something like this before, at other bases. They took their positions on the walls around the small colony, spotting the Zerglings, realizing they were way outnumbered. One of the marines rushed down to the comms room, calling in to the broadcast station. Upon hearing the urgency of the message, it instantly patched them through to Trystan's ship. "Sir! We have Zerg incoming, Colony 0-34-786. We'll try to hold them off for as long as we can, but we need reinforcements or an evac ASAP!" Finally, the Zerglings were in range, and the gunfire started, the sound echoing across the open land, the rounds either kicking up dirt or creating a mist of Zerg blood. The leader of this small encampment, Van Zandt roared out encouragement to his troops, knowing that if their request for help wasn't answered, they would end up like the other colony, overrun. And he had a bad feeling that help wasn't coming. "Come on! Give these bastards everything you got! I don't want a single one of these bugs to come within 30 kilometers of this base! Do you get me?" "WE GET YOU SIR!" They let out a bellow of defiance, holding the triggers down, taking out what they could. If they were going to die, they were going to take as many of these damned freaks of nature down with them! The civilians didn't share the same thoughts. The heard the sirens, the gunfire, and all hell broke loose. They weren't allowed near the wall, because if they saw what was coming, they would erupt in to pure panic. If they could just beat them back this time, then they would be safe. There were men running around like headless chickens, woman trying to hide their children, or hiding themselves, leaving their children out in the open. A few men grabbed knives, threatening to kill themselves, being stopped only by those who hadn't gone crazy yet. A few of the marines climbed down from the wall, trying to calm the panic. It would help them aim better. Not by much, but by God, they'd need every little bit of help.

To catch the unknown populace on the latest news, the Sons of Korhal have fought their rebellion for sometime. Under the command of Mengsk, the Sons held the Protoss at bay on Tarsonis, the capital city of the Terran Confederacy, until such a time as the Zerg started to overwhelm the world. Under Mengsk's orders, they left the defending troops on the planet to simply watch as the Zerg outnumbered the rebel troops, the civilian population, the Confederate citizens and the Protoss all. No one survived...or so they thought. It was found that one sole survive did make it out, but was being infested by the Zerg in a special chrysalis. Her name was Kerrigan, and she was to become the greatest warrior-organism. Some Sons made attempts to grab and save her, but none of them succeeded. It has been some months since those fateful days, the Zerg having been on full retreat during that time. Now, the alien race is on the advance, striking at outlining planets with ferocity. ~~~ The creature once known as Kerrigan stood atop a ridge, overlooking the Terran outpost. It was her first attack she was personally overseeing. She growled low, feeling the instinct to rip everyone into pieces but...she felt something deeper in her. It was a scratch inside of her aside from the murdering drive her infestation drilled into her. Her wings stretched out and then retreated back to her.Destroy them...you are no longer part of them...annihilate them all!The driving will of the Overmind rang into her mind. She turned and looked at the Hive forming behind her. It was hatched in secret and progressed for a few days now, massing a rather sizable force for the former Ghost to control. What she found was a bonus with this outpost...the Zerg's advances would finally be heard by the rest of the Terran race. This outpost would send a distress signal as soon as it was being attacked, and on top of that there was a broadcasting station that would record the attack and send it out to every news network it could reach. "Perfect..." Kerrigan said, standing up and psychically commanding her "troops". She had a handful of Hydralisks and a larger body of Zerglings. Her army probably outnumbered all of the population in that town with every 10 Zerg to one person; civilian and soldier. "GO!" She ordered and the mass of Zerglings rushed out to view, charging towards the town. She would follow about halfway through the mass, the Hydralisks with her as they were more of personal protection. The troops started to get ready for the invasion, but they were doomed. "Futile. So pathetic." She said with an evil grin.Yes...they shall feel the true might of the Zerg now.The overmind stated into her mind.This is rather annoying...She thought in her own private mind, curious of whether she actually had her own private thoughts.

The marines were losing hope. A section of their wall had been taken out by some strange force, Hydralisks were heading right for them, and the Zerglings were past the 10km mark and closing the distance faster then they could pick them off. The commander growled, shaking his head, watching as the Zerglings started to pour through the hole in their first line of defense. The spines from the Hydralisks were raining down, mostly hitting civilians. By now, complete and utter chaos had erupted, but luckily, now that their perimeter had been breached, they would be able to use panic to their advantage. Everything that was sharp, pointy, or heavy was used as a weapon as civilians either ran away or ran towards their doom. The tow sides clashed in the middle of the town, the civilians turned panic-driven fighters were vastly out numbered. "Marines! Prepare for Close quarters comabt! I want a small squad of you to stay up here and try to take out those Hydra's! The rest of you, follow me!" The civilians were putting up a rather good fight, considering they were armed with kitchen knives and chairs and such. The marines let out their war cries, jumping into the fray with combat knives drawn, using their rifles whenever they could get enough distance between them. Meanwhile, a small group of marine sharpshooters were firing rounds at the Hydra's, slowly getting closer and closer to hitting them the closer they got to the walls. For a minute, it looked like the marines on the ground were winning. They were holding their ground at least. Even the sharpshooters on the wall managed to get in a few lucky shots, a round barely grazing the left side of one's face, a few more burying themselves in their bodies. The ground had turned red and green, the blood of humans and Zerg mixing on the battlefield that was once a city. The civilians that were huddled at the back of the wall, the ones that weren't hit by Hydra spines at least, saw that they were holding for now and decided to lend a hand, encouraged by the Marines fighting as well. They dashed into their homes, grabbing anything that could be used as a weapon and flung themselves into the fight, managing to get in a few well placed blows before being thrown to ground or killed. The sharpshooters by now had managed to severely wound two Hydra's, nearly blowing a third one's arm-blade off. So far, so good. If only they could hold.

The woman came out and smiled, watching as the mass of what was Zerglings run like an enormous black-brown and green wave. The reverberating sound of all those foot falls was like thunder, causing the very ground to shake. Kerrigan lifted her hand and started to focus her now more powerful psychic potential. "Time to face the true might, of the Zerg!" She called out, sending a wave of blast to the base. Mere seconds later a section of the wall exploded. It wasn't large, maybe the size of a large hallway, so maybe four to six zergling at a time through it. But that was better than getting massacred scaling the wall. To present herself, she extended her wings, standing atop the ridge once more. If they couldn't see her before, they would now. "Kill them, kill them all!" She called out, sending the Hydralisks out as well. The swarm would reach the town rather quickly, the words of the commander had ordered was falling on death's door. The Zerglings were way more than 30 kilometers to the base. By now, they were surging into the hole in the wall as the handful of Hydralisks started to push into the fray, shooting out spines towards the town in a large arch. They didn't aim at anyone in particular, but they were aimed to land inside of the town to damage people in some fashion or another. Kerrigan started on her way into the base as well, her steps sounding the doom of the town more closely than the thundering of her army. "Hmm...I'll need commanders of my own...or something to help my more...base needs..." She thought aloud to herself. It would take her a little bit before she reached the town, but the place would be in utter chaos with the Marines and Zerg battling all across the wall and just around the inside.

The commander looked around him, nodding his head. They were doing good. Great even. They were starting to beat back the wave of zerg. Just as he was about to shout out more words of encouragement, another hole was busted in the wall. He turned and saw an Ultralisk. He couldn't believe it. Now they were being attacked from both sides. His eyes narrowed, and he slowly started to back up. "Ultra! Six 'o' clock!" The transition and division of fire was seamless. But a house divided could not stand. The commander knew this. He tapped his helmet, patting the shoulder of another marine. "Time to call it in boys. Give them hell!" The civilians were in sheer panic now, or rather what was left of them. They had been acting as cannon fodder. When he looked back to the wall to see how his sharpshooters were doing, he roared out in anger. He had turned just in time to see the first get decapitated. The other five turned, the closest one stammering and stuttering in horror. The four who were farther away managed to swallow their fear as they'd been told. "Mikey! We're gonna die anyways." The closest couldn't help it, he jumped, right into the horde of incoming Zerglings. A few moments of screaming was all that was heard before he fell silent. The other sharpshooters narrowed their eyes, anger overtaking their forced-back fear. One of them actually charged at the creature, this, this thing that killed two of his friends. "You fucking bug!" Rounds from their rifles followed the one soldier charging at Kerrigan. Back on the ground, the commander nodded, watching one jump off the wall. Three left. Hopefully they'd do some damage. All of these soldiers were going to die. Command wasn't sending any back-up, they'd left them to die just like the last time. Bastards. As he turned, helping his boys rain destruction upon the incoming enemy, he activated his radio. "Red alert has just gone Topaz. Topaz damnit! I want a full self destruct of this base! We cannot let these bugs hit the bunker!" The man in the radio room looked shocked, looking to his partner, and then back to the control pad. "Are you sure sir?" The command yelled into the mic, smashing the stock of his rifle against a Zergling. "God damnit soldier! I'm sure! High command ain't comin' for us and I don't want my boys to die like this! I want them to go out with a bang goddamnit! Now activate the self destruct!" The radio man jumped out of his seat, his partner following him to a control panel near the back of the room. It would take a little bit to activate. The commander knew this. "Oi, boys, we got help on the way! We need to hold the radio tower for approximately 30 seconds!" The marines nodded, starting to move out, forcing the zerg back once more. They even took a few pot-shots at the winged figure on the wall, now fighting purely out of defiance and anger. The radio men underground were just finishing up the self destruct sequence. With a final, synchronized turn of the key, a voice rang out across the base. "Self destruct in T-15 seconds." The commander stopped, turning around to look at the winged figure. His visor cleared, giving her full view of his face, which was smiling at her. Then, he started to laugh. "You lose, you winged, zerg fucker!"

Kerrigan heard the tell-tale sounds of sniper fire and looked up to the wall and growled lowly. She expanded her wings once more and started to concentrate. She leaped into the air and went soaring over the distance. She landed just barely outside of the wall's perimeter and looked up at the sharpshooters. "Not even Ghosts....they stand no chance against me." She said, making another soaring leap into the air. As she was doing her leap-frog tactics the Zerglings started to surge more and more into the base...and now the real surprise would burst out. On the opposite side, flanking the whole town, a mighty Ultralisk busted through the wall, causing debris to fly and bust down buildings, crushing people and even other Zerglings here and there. A new rush of Zergling would charge in, surrounding any deviants from both sides now. Kerrigan landed on top of the wall, standing up as her aura send pure dread around her. It was more of a psychic potential registering on any normal person's mind, and Kerrigan was actively sending such a dread around her. She stood almost towering in front of the first sharpshooter, her human-like qualities sending fear in of itself. The simplicity of a female figure, so human, so elegant, corrupted by the Zerg infestation and twisted to be standing death would be enough to cause the strongest of hearts to break with panic, fear, hopelessness... "The Swarm...can not be stopped." She said, and the wing sealed his fate. With a quick swish, the blades of her "wing" sliced through the marine's armor, skin, muscle, bone, severing his head from his torso. She then set her eyes to the next target, the swarm of insectoids overrunning the position by now...

The commander was one of those unlucky few to wake up. "Wha? What the hell?" He started to struggle, pulling against his bindings, realizing he was nude and in a.... a chrysalis? No.... no, it couldn't be. Hell would be better then this. It would be much better then this. Zandt shook his head, wondering how many of his boys, maybe even civilians were here, being infested. God, he hoped he didn't end up like that winged thing. He wasn't sure how well that would end up. He'd heard horror stories about these Zerg, and even though he didn't completely believe them, he did know what infested Terran marines were used for. Although he wouldn't mind getting a shot at that Mengsk character. As of yet, the marine commander had not been thinking about his lack of clothes, or about the liquid that seemed to be stuck with him, creating a somewhat tingly sensation across his body. Although he still couldn't believe that the nuclear blast hadn't killed them. Vaguely, he wondered where they were, and whether or not back-up would actually be coming. He was in the middle of thinking about if his men were okay when he froze, feeling something brush against his bare, bound leg. "Grr.... what's in here with me? Don't you fucking Zerg have enough decency to let a man die in peace?" He growled, straining at his bonds again, creating small ripples in the liquid surrounding him. Trystan groaned, looking out in despair. His ship had arrived at the planet under siege just in time to watch the nuke go off. He'd lost a colony. That was not a good sign for the new beginning of what was no doubt a new war. Or rather, the continuation of an old one. "Ready a clean-up team. Firebats, marines, most of all the Medics. I want a transport ship down there, 2 Medics." The men nodded, shouting out the commands. Trystan rubbed his temples, looking away from the window on his ship. He was superstitious, and he didn't like the way this was turning out already. He'd just have to hit them back, harder. "You know what? Scratch my last order. There's a Hive down there, or else the outpost wouldn't have had to use 'Code Topaz'. I want all squadrons deployed. Every unit, down to the last Valkyrie on this carrier, I want planet side as soon as possible." His eyes narrowed as he took his seat, adjusting his hat. "I will not tolerate defeat. This time, we will be prepared. Comms, send word to Command. The Zerg are making a re-entry into this war. I want everyone to be ready." The comms officer saluted before rushing off to the ship's long distance comms array.

Kerrigan felt the pellets of shots hitting her carapace, the distance making them nearly nothing for her. As she looked to the other sharpshooter charging her she simply grinned. As he got close she ducked down and picked the man up as if her were paper weight. Her other wing then pierced into his abdomen and started to inject something inside of him. She then turned and chucked the bloating male out into the city. Once he got so far out, his body couldn't be contained inside of the armor and blew out any opening in it, the shock wave of it sending crack and fractures into the armor itself. She turned to the other one and send a blast at him, sending him flying through the air. "Self destruct in T-15 seconds" rang out over the comms and had Kerrigan glaring down at the commander. That yellow-orange visor cleared its view, showing the males grinning face and Kerrigan leered at him with just as a sadistic of a grin. With wings extended the mass of Zerg started to rush more, the ground quaking with termors of creatures rushing in on the base. She leaped out, leaving the last Sharpshooter on the wall to be over ran by Zerglings and Hydralisks. With her bounding leap she landed on top of the radio tower. She knew how these explosives worked, once started little to nothing could stop it. She could disconnect the head from the mechanisms and sever the explosive from it's detonator. But that would require her to find the explosive itself. Her psyonic mind started to probe into the building, searching for the ones responsible for deactivating the bomb. She wouldn't get to them fast enough she was starting to imagine. "Take them with us!" She cried out. The massacre shifted course...people were being incapacitated now, knocked out and taken hostage oddly enough. She leaped down and stood in front of the commander and the few troops left by him. She stood, barely as tall as any of them, her wings giving her the added hieight. "Hello...boys." She said with a grin still on her lips... Then the explosion came. Everything would go white and the last thing the men would see...was Kerrigan's out reaching wings and claws. The thing was, they weren't dead...they would awaken, tied down and completely exposed. Their armor was gone and they were in chrysalis of their own, the infestation slowly sinking into their bodies, altering them, augmenting them...

Zandt groaned, struggling harder. "You bitch! I won't fight for you!" He thrashed about, hate and rage seeping from him like waves. The tendrils had started their business, causing Zandt to moan, thrashing about. "Fuck you you Zerg bitch!" He continued to thrash about, his comrades starting to awaken too, albeit they were much more paniced. They awoke to these tendrils probing and poking at them, groaning as their fear turned to arousal. Zandt was holding up pretty well, but as far as he was concerned, they were all dead. He couldn't stop thinking about how they used Terran troops once they were infested. Trystan's orders were being carried out to a 'T', soldiers of various types loading onto the many transport ships, as well as SCV's, and even a mobile construction vehicle. That would serve as their base of operations during this particular conquest. He would avenge Van Zandt. He was a good man, loyal. Well, at least he was in a better place. The soldiers were scrambling onto the dropships, the section commanders of their respective types giving them a slight debriefing before the drop commander signaled for everyone to get ready. Once everyone was inside their shuttles, the green light flashed and the drop commander quickly bolted behind the thick steel doors. The huge bay doors under the ships groaned open, the giant metal claws holding them releasing the shuttles. With a hiss and a small exhalation of air, the ships disappeared, hurtling towards the planet's surface. The landing zone was a few miles east of what had once been a colony, but was now a large, flat black blemish on the planet's crust. Nuclear warheads certainly packed a punch. Within minutes, the ships had landed, the armed units fanning out to form a perimeter. There were a few wandering Zerg, but they were quickly put down before they could harm anyone. "Alright ladies! I want this place secured and locked down! No Zerg, no problem. Oohrah?" "Oohrah!" came the response as Marines, Firebats, and even a few Goliaths fanned out around the ship that contained the MCV, shooting anything that moved. As far as they knew, the area was now secure and under Terran command. They gave the okay to deploy their MCV, watching as it slowly, steadily, became a command center. SCV's started to move, gathering resources and such. One of the Firebat commanders, Micheal Hawthorn, called in. "This is Commander Micheal Hawthorn to the Marlow, we have established base control of the area and are now working on an operating base of operations. We will notify progress as we make it." The comms officer nodded. "Acknowledge command. Continue with operation."

Kerrigan stood next to the one who was Zandt and smirked, sensing he was awakening inside of the chrysalis now. "Enjoy boys...you'll soon become my new force to conquer this universe. Now, have fun..." She said, gently placing a hand on the edge, the Terran male being able to hear every word she said. The tendrils inside of the chrysalis would then start to react, slowly probing their bodies and exploring them, making secretions of their own to soak into the Terran's bodies. This liquid, though, would heighten their arousal and cause other subtle changes over time...they would feel an ache in the chests for one, another would be between their legs. The arousal would very slowly and gradually progress through their entire body. The whole time they would be mostly immobilized inside their 'eggs' and molested by the tendrils reaching in from the sides. The Zerg hive back on planet side no longer held the newly formed Kerrigan and her captors. It had a massive force, but it was mostly just a shock troop with a controlling cerebrate. The thing would be what had the strongest defense, the living creep growing across the landscape and new hives and spawning pools and many other "buildings" would hatch up around the area, drones mining what resources would be needed while Zerglings, Hydralisks, Mutalisks and even Ultralisks patrolled most of the larger hives and occasionally out to the smaller ones. In the distance another company of soldiers heard the distress call, but it wouldn't be an army that they would have expected. It was the Zerg's age old nemeses, the Protoss. It was it's own sizable fleet, maybe 200 strong for now. The thing with the Protoss, once they developed a base they would have the ability to warp in their larger forces and more of everything. Such was the capability of their technology. Neither the Zerg nor the Terran would know of their approach though, not yet anyway...

Zandt groaned, trying to fight against these tendrils, these things that were trying to take him. Slowly, ever so slowly, he felt a fog settling over his mind. A renewed wave of hatred hit him. Around him he could hear that his marines had already given in, the juices these eggs were secreting overpowering their neuro re-socializing. Their moans were rather loud. But Zandt would not give in. He couldn't. Trystan always came through. Always. It was in his nature to watch over his boys. Oh, but the way these things were stroking him.... No! He could not give in. One of the marines saw something floating in the sky, just barely out of reach of their weapons. "Damnit. Commander, we have Overlords hovering right outside of our range." The Firbat waved it off, looking at the SCV's working. They were working on a barracks now, a few of them still gathering resources, while another group were working on Missile and gun turrets. They'd have to play this carefully. A defensive emplacement in the wrong place could spell disaster for them. "Come on! I want everyone here to stay on alert! Those Overlords are here for a reason!" He looked at one of them, almost hoping that that bastard Queen could see him. The barracks didn't take long to assemble, being how basic they were. The turrets would take a little longer. Of course, they would need to maintain communications with the main ship. The Valkyries should be on their way, but they actually had weapons and sophisticated targeting systems. If they touched down as roughly as the transport ship did, they'd be worth more as cover for his soldiers. He looked around, seeing the Comms Marine had already set up a temporary link with the command ship. Good, he liked streamlined work.

The tendrils continued to probe their bodies, exploring every inch of them, one starting to grind against Zandt's cock now. Little known to Trystan, he may very well have to fight his former companion as well as his former...significant other...One tendril wrapped around his hardening cock, the secretions coating every inch of his body as his skin started to harden and shift about, showing the first signs of a carapace. Another tendril then started to probe his anus, testing its resistance to take and even give. About twenty others were starting to cover his body, spreading the juices of both the chrysalis and Kerrigan's tendrils she had added to the egg. Back at the Hive, some Overlords roamed the sky, just out of reach of the Terran weaponry, relaying the information to the Cerebrate, who then relayed it to it's "owner", Kerrigan. "So...I have to deal with Raynor and his boys..." She said, feeling an odd twinge inside of her, but it is soon shoved away as she makes her way to a special chamber. It was meant to help repair her own body but she had a few extras inside of it...about three of the civilian females she had grabbed from the underground bunkers. She grinned as they hung against the walls, their arms and legs spread wide and their bodies completely exposed. They would be unconscious as well, for now, as Kerrigan went and sat down inside where her Egg would then encase her and started to cover her body in the same fluid that was in Zandt's own chrysalis. It would repair her body, but to a normal Terran, it would convert their DNA structure to match that of a Zerg, and alter their minds to the overpowering will of the Overmind...

Zandt couldn't take it anymore. That tentacle sliding into his backside pushed him over the edge. He didn't know why, but he felt a sudden need to serve the Zerg. His little voice was shouting defiantly, but as he was teased and tickled, and changed, that voice soon stopped making ruckus. The other marines had long since fallen prey to the transformation, now something less then human. The same fate awaited Van Zandt. By now, the towers had been set up. Four gun turrets on each corner, with the missile turrets in between each corner, forming a sort of square of defense. Most of his forces were stationed up front, near the chokepoint that he'd positioned himself in, but he had 3 Goliaths guarding the back door just in case. The Zerg may not be as intelligent as a human, but they were sneaky little blighters, that was for certain. The SCV's were working on a sensor array, the few that were left over starting on something of a wall. It wouldn't keep the bigger units out, but the smaller units would have trouble getting through. As a first line of defense, Hotshot had decided that what was a better deterrent for bugs then fire? Him and a few other Firebats went around the outer perimeter of their base, laying down generous amounts of gasoline. Oh boy, did Hotshot have a few surprises for these guys. With a grin, he assigned two of his best sharpshooters to head up to the highest point of the Command Center, handing them bi-pods to help increase their accuracy. After a little, the censor array was up and running, sending out active pings, searching at least 250 km out from the center of the base, which only spanned about 100km. They'd get a fair enough warning. The radio comms man had set up a visual link to a salvaged sentry drone, allowing Trystan to keep a bird's eye view of the battle field, as well as instruct where to build certain structures next. Next on the list of things to build was the armory. He looked back at the provisions officer, signaling one and nodding. The officer saluted, running off to go perform his duty. As of yet, the carrier had sent down 400 men. They had another 250 more not counting the ship's main crew. He also had some heavy strike craft. All he could hope was that his men would be alright. That's when the sensor array picked something up. A small contingent of Zerg were heading for them. Hotshot grinned, checking his flamethrower before letting his visor resume it's normal color instead of it being clear. "Come on boys! When it's black, it's done!"

The tendril near Zandt's rump finally just pushed up into him, and with his mouth opening wide, one went down his throat. The two started to pump in and out of him, stroking his cock with a third still. His body began to really change now, the skin changing to a green hue and some plates growing around his joints, his hair matting together. Kerrigan would become completely encased by now and would extend her wings to puncture her egg, extending her mental reach into the Hive itself now. She essentially was now a cerebrate, her mind encompassing the entire main hive and the "building" becoming her "body". The females inside of her chamber would now get a rude awakening as tendrils started to explore THEIR bodies, slowly coating them in the arousing secretions and "converting" juices that the males were being bathed in. A small mass of Zergling was now dispatched, maybe about twenty of them tops. They started to charge straight at the entrance to good ol' Raynor's working base. This small dispatch would split into four, each group charging a different location. It was a test, of course, to see how strong his defenses were and at what sections. He was a great strategist, so naturally he was sitting inside of a little culde sac with strong choke points. Kerrigan knew a land-based attack would be futile with a forward strike, so she would need to work around the head-on attack when sheactuallyattacked his back. Approaching close to the planet now was the Protoss fleet, approximately twenty ships large with most of the forces inside one of the three Carriers. It wasn't within threatening ranges yet, but it was slowly reaching its destination...

Gah, his mind was shattering. These things were good, entirely too good! All those years of going without anything, not even the slightest touch had left him unknowingly wanting, and when that suction cup engulfed his cock, he couldn't help but let out the longest stream of curses he'd ever said. But they weren't filled with hate, or anger, or any other emotion really besides pleasure. He could barely focus on what those tentacles around his chest were doing. Whatever it was, he wasn't sure he wanted them to stop. Hotshot tilted his head, watching the Zerg pull back. This couldn't be right. The comms marine stood up. "Commander, you now have direct link with the Marlow." Hotshot nodded, allowing his visor to clear. "Admiral, are you seeing that? They're pulling back. Something is going on." Trystan shook his head, rubbing his chin, thinking hard. "Keep all your men on high alert. We have another transport coming down with supplies for an armory. Once it touches down, you need to get that building up and running." Hotshot grinned, looking around at his soldiers. "Understood sir, we'll get it up when we can." Trystan nodded, smiling to himself. He admired his boys. As far as he was concerned, they were among the best, and the hardest working. One of the people near the sensory station looked up, scratching his head and whispering to the other people in his sector, tapping his screen and shrugging. Trystan tilted his head, standing up and walking over. "What is it?" The soldier shrugged, leaning close and studying it. "It's a blip. It's there on one pass, gone the next. It can't be a rock either. Rocks don't just alternate like that." The Admiral sighed, rubbing his chin. What the hell was it? Why did he suddenly have a sick feeling in his gut? He sighed, standing straight. "Ready the weapons system. I'm not sure what it is, but if it's hostile, I don't want to be caught with my pants down." The person nodded, flicking a small yellow switch near the radar sensor. A small yellow light went off, silently spinning and blinking. Missile batteries were readied, autocannon turrets loaded. They were battle ready, but hopefully, whatever that blip was wasn't wanting to kill them. They were one ship. One big, deadly, well armed, heavily armored ship, but one ship none-the-less. The provisions officer tapped Trystan on the shoulder, nodding and giving him a thumbs up. The armory materials were on their way.

That tingle in his chest? It would persist, and even expand. She was starting to build a strong figure inside...hischrysalis. The tendrils would wrap around his forming chest, starting to grope it oddly to him. His entire body was becoming sensative, the slightest touch would start to push him close to the knife's edge of orgasm. A suction cup would now engulf his cock and started suck down on it, releasing the pressure and then started back up, repeating this process over and over. The tendrils would start to pump in and out more rapidly now, one going up into his rectum the other out of his throat, and then they would reverse. Then Kerrigan sensed it. The tell tale signs of the Protoss Khala...that strong mental link all High Templar Protoss had with one another. She would let the females become subject to the same manipulation as Zandt as she released her form, walking from her Hive. "I need an army, NOW!" She ordered out to the Cerebrates along the planet. The Hives then started to produce tons more Zerglings, Hydralisks and would even start creating Scourge and Guardians. "The Protoss shall not destory my hive..." She said with a glaring view.That's right my young one, destory them all.The Overmind said. The Zerglings that were heading to test out the Terran base suddenly halted and then started to charge into a retreat. "This Hive may very well be lost...we need to pull back and launch a stronger assault on the Protoss, we do not have the forces to face them right now." She informed,No! Show them the might of the Zerg Swarm!The Overmind demanded and Kerrigan growled lowly.Such a pathetic being...it's going to get us killed.She thought to herself once more. She needed to prepare for a Zerg Purge and didn't have much time to do it.

The radars on the ship started to basically scream at the sensor soldiers. "Holy shit! Captain, you better take a look at this." Trystan strode over, narrowing his eyes as he saw the screen. About 20 blips. They were moving too slow to be any type of Zerg unit though. "Protoss. Don't fire.... we can't afford to fight them yet. I don't think they are here to kill us right now either." The officers nodded, keeping everything on yellow alert. Back on the ground, the Comms officer just about crapped himself. The radar screen had just about filled up with those blips. "Uh.... C-Commander? You might wanna come check this out...." Hotshot jogged over to the relay and went wide-eyed. "What the fuck? Where the hell did all these guys come from? Everyone, get ready. I want all the SCV's moved towards the center of the base. Someone get those Goliaths ready." Everyone scrambled to their posts, a small red siren going off. The Firebats got ready, checking their flamethrowers. The marines were loading their rifles with as much ammo as they could fit into the magazines. They even set up a few heavy machine gun emplacements near the front and the back, adding to their defensive capabilities. All the turrets were put online, scanning and doing their usual back and forth sweeping motions. Trystan was proud. He tapped a few buttons on the panel near him, stepping closer to the wall-mounted microphone. "Hotshot, calm down. They are Protoss. I don't think they are here for us this time, although I want everyone ready for an attack. Stay alive. Already lost one commander, don't need another one gone too." Hotshot chuckled, shaking his head. "Ya ain't gonna lose me sir. I've been through a little too much for God to just let me die don'tcha think?" The captain chuckled, nodding slowly. "You have a point there Mikey. Just be careful. We are ready for number out there. I'm not sure we are exactly Protoss capable at the moment. Although we could put a hurting on them up here."

Kerrigan growled lowly again, massing the forces up near her main Hive. "My first encounter with the Protoss..." She said to herself, looking around at all of the Zerg around her. That's when it happened. Her mind was flooded by thoughts of some being...What was this? Visions of a fertile landscape flooded her mind, grand architectures and hyper advanced buildings. That was also when a sudden pain surged into her mind, all the Zerg seeming to have the same effect. The moment it all came was also the moment it all left.Aiur!rang the Overmind's voice. "What of the Protoss here?" She demanded.They will join us soon enough.The voice of the Overmind said to her and she simply growled once more. "Fine...I shall leave this planet, but I'm not leaving it alone." She said, walking back into her Hive to gather the chrysalises she had taken. "I require my guard to hatch. Once they are done, I shall leave to this...Aiur." She informed.Your pathetic pet-project is meaningless compared to becoming the perfect beings we are meant to be!It yelled out in protest. "And I'm not leaving this project for some futile idea of perfection! Do not dream to order me so simply!" She tossed back with fury in her voice. "I know how to kill you, don't make your usefulness run off its course." She threatened...then silence. She won out over this time... Zeratul stood over the husk that was a Cerebrate, his blade retreating back. He looked to the near-by Zerg, watching them go into a frenzy and rampage...So, this was how you killed them. The power of the Void was their true weakness. But what of these Terran? Why were they here? He ordered the rest of his ships to come down, unload and prepare to purge the rest of the Zerg from the planet.

Trystan was satisfied for now. His ship was ready to do some damage, as were his ground troops. Micheal seemed to have everything under control. The loss of Van Zandt was steadily losing it's shock value. Even though it still bounced around in his head, it wasn't as strong as before. An entire colony just bl- "Sir, there's an incoming transmission. We've traced it to a Protoss standing on a hill." Trystan tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. "Put it on the overhead." The soldier nodded and soon the transmission was put through the ship's speakers. The men on the ground were getting a little antsy. The Protoss had come out of nowhere. They had no idea if they were going to fire or not, and in those kind of skirmishes, they'd rather be the ones to get the first shot off. With a sigh and a few more rounds of pacing, Hotshot shook his head. "Alright guys, I'd say we have this place secured. I think we'll be going on the offensive." Trystan sighed, shaking his head. By now, a full scale wall had been erected, a gate had even been installed. There were fully operational gun turrets on the walls, ready to see some action. Meanwhile, an attack party was organized, an attack party 250 men strong. 50 of those men were Firebats, 50 were Medics. The other 150 were pure Marines. The armory had long since landed and been constructed. The gate opened with a hiss, spilling the 250 men out into the open ground. Micheal had a flaming skull painted onto the back of his armor. Thus, it made him one to stand out.

Zeratul inhaled softly and shifted himself through to where the Nexus was warping in.Probes, we need minerals. Observers, I need to see what these Terran are up to.Brother! It is the Terran Trystan Raynor...came the voice of another Dark Templar,Are you sure?Zeratul asked and the warrior nodded.Very well. Find me a transmitter.He informed and walked a little distance from the base of operations. After so far he started a transmission to Raynor's flag ship, being alone on a small hill top. Kerrigan could sense the heavy Psionics of the Protoss the proximity was too threatening for her likes and she didn't like the size. That was when a rip opened above the hive...a wave of Zerg flying through. Reinforcement. "Why thank you...father." She said in averymocking tone, standing with a grin on her lips and her hands on her hips. "My pets should be done soon as well. They shall be the elite of my infested army." She mused aloud, a Hydralisk slithering up behind her. She glanced back and smiled, remembering the fear these things once caused, and now she had the ability to order them around. This was true power...

Trystan chuckled, patting an officer on the shoulder. "Zeretul huh? Happy to see a Protoss that isn't trying to kill us." He tilted his head, considering the Dark Templar's offer for only a second. "Deal. We'll help you smoke them out.... but I don't want all my men to be taking the casualties." The Admiral growled slightly as the transmission was interrupted, Kerrigan's voice making itself known over the loudspeakers. Trystan took a small step back, raising an eyebrow, not quite believing it. He was even more shocked when she came onto the screen. "Kerrigan?" He looked around, checking the faces of his crew. Well, they were all shocked, so he couldn't be imagining this. "Kerrigan? You're alive?" He tilted his head, studying her. She had been infested. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "Kerrigan, what are you doing? Why are you fighting for the Zerg?" His eyes narrowed, and he looked at his crew, then back to the screen. "Damnit, Kerrigan, you're stronger then that. Fight it. I know you can push it back." His eyes turned pleading. "Come on, fight it! You aren't a part of the Zerg. You are Kerrigan!" The comms officer had relayed the message to Micheal. "Do not shoot the Protoss boys. Looks like they're on our side for this one." The mood changed almost tangibly. It went from an incredibly tense, forlorn mood to a noticeably lighter one. For once, they wouldn't be going against their high technology, but instead working with it. Although that set off some worry in Mikey's head. Had the Zerg become so powerful that the Protoss and Terran needed to team up to take them out? That couldn't be a very good sign. He sighed and shrugged, shaking his head and moving on. The Valkyries had made it to the planet. 16 of those 26 fighters patrolled around the steadily growing base of operations, while the other 10 moved out to offer air support for the marines. So far, it looked like they had a fairly good chance. Hell, they'd even be ready to take on Ultralisks at this point.

Trystan Ray-Nor.Came the voice of Zeratul as his picture shown at Trystan's comm-table.I am glad it is you I am seeing right now. I am Zeratul, Dark Templar Prelate. What are you and your forces doing here?He questioned. He stood firm, even as one of his men came up behind him and crouched down.Prelate Zeratul, I am sorry to barge in, but the Zerg are starting to mobilise more forces...He said and Zeratul nodded to him.Trystan Ray-Nor, we must work together. The Zerg Swarm will be coming en masse soon. I fear even my Dark Templar will not be enough to face them as a whole.He informed, and then it started...an interruption in their transmission. "Trystan Raynor...it's been a long time..." Came the familiar but twisted voice of Sarah Kerrigan. "And Zeratul...how have you boys been?" She questioned, her corrupted figure appearing with an evil grin.

The Terran Admiral tilted his head, his eyes slowly losing their pleading look. "Show me how it feels?" He shook his head, dispersing certain thoughts he had. This wasn't Kerrigan damnit. This was Zerg.... There had to be some way to help her, to bring her back to the way she was. When she called him again, he looked up. The pleading was gone now, and when she said she'd kill him if he got in the way, just the slightest spark of anger flared behind those pools of color. It was all he could do to keep his composure after she blinked out of comms. "Well.... guess I'll have to start getting in the way then, huh? I will bring you back Kerrigan." He sighed, shaking his head. His eyes were cold now. He had a job to do. "Don't worry Zeretul. They won't amass a big enough army. I've got units enroute, as you may be able to see. You go take care of what you need to take care of. If you could put your units under my command, I'll take care of things here." When Zeretul blinked out of the comms window as well, Trystan rubbed his forehead. By now the Valkyries had made their way to the base, as well as the contingent of Marines heading for the Zerg Hive. The Wraiths weren't far behind, only 2 out of 10 staying behind at the base, the other 8 meeting up with the Terran air forces. By now, along with the Protoss units, they had to stand a chance. Trystan estimated they matched about half of this Hive's forces, which when facing the Zerg, were damned good odds. The Carriers of the Protoss slowly made their way into the planet's atmosphere, their swarm of combat ships moving endlessly, like bees around their hive. A few fleets of Corseairs flew alongside these monstrous carries, which were accompanied by many smaller fleets of Oracles. They had quite an impressive display of airpower. The Corseairs and Oracles fell in with the Terran airships, the Wraiths wiggling their wings to show the ground troops they were fine. The Dragoons fell in at the back of the Terran attack platoon, while the Zealots and Dark Templars made their way up front with the Firebats and Marines. Now, bolstered by Protoss air and ground units, they would form a division of just shy of 700 troops. The Protoss demanded air superiority, their massive air fleet shadowing the ground forces. For once, the Marines didn't mind having such firepower hovering over their heads. They believed that their commander knew best, and their commander wasn't panicking. That had to mean that they weren't going to rain hell upon them.... at least, not right now. Slowly and steadily they made their way towards the Zerg Hive, their footfalls sounding like an approaching storm, the various and numerous engines of their combined air force only adding to that affect. Hotshot wondered whether or not this would teach whoever was controlling these bugs just how to shit themselves.

Kerrigan grinned at his pleading. "Oh Tryst...you have no idea how it feels. Hmmm...maybe I should show you. And Zeratul...I must say, killing that Cerebrate was a bit of a shock to me, but....the Overmind wishes to extend his thanks. After I'm done here, we'll take care of Aiur next." She said with a sneer. "And Trystie baby...don't stand in my way. Because, I will kill you. Tell Mengsk I said hi, and I'll see him soon too." She said, then the comm shut off from her, leaving Zeratul. Trystan Ray-Nor, we must act fast. If the Zerg can amass a large enough army they will overrun us. I must contact the other Prelates and the Khalai Protoss and warn them of the danger. I shall leave my main army here to help you. Hurry, Kerrigan cannot get to Aiur nor can she succeed here.He said before cutting the comm off himself.Rally the Zealots and Dragoons...the Zerg will be amassing a large army and they have a new infestation working for them. I fear...I fear that she will be the most formidable of the Zerg yet.He said, and the Dark Templar nodded, fading into the void to carry out Zeratul's commands... Kerrigan turned to the Overlords and Guardians coming from the warp-rift opening above the Hive. "Come, my pets, I need to delay them as much as possible. I can't give them any clue as to what I am truly up to..." She said, walking towards her Chrysalises.

Kerrigan grinned as she walked away to her Chrysalises, watching their pulsating. She smiled and could feel a stirring deep inside of her body, something familiar. She sighed softly, reaching a hand between her legs and softly touched the chitin covering her crotch. She groaned and shook her head, trying to get thoughts like that out of her mind. "I want a nydus network built up, now!" She ordered and a drone tarted to burrow deep into the ground, the creep helping it through. "Aerial support...show those hulking masses what numbers really mean." She ordered as her Scourge started to zip and zoom past, Mutalisks following close behind. The Mutalisks would start to engage the smaller, more speedy fighters, scourges charging straight for the Carriers and Battlecruises themselves. Most of the Scourges were aimed for the engines or weapons systems, aiming to cripple the massive ships or take them down entirely. It was quickly descending into chaos and madness. "Ultras, burrow down and await a flanking opportunity, Hydras and Zerglings charge head on and I want one of my Cerebrates to charge another flanking maneuver. I want three fronts on this land force, and I want it now." She said with a growl. She walked into her Chrysalis Chamber and watched them pulse once more. She called over an Overlord and noticed the tendrils hang down at the entrance. "Drones...take my babies to the Overlord...I need to get them away from here." She said, laying a hand gently on Zant's egg, "Mmm...I'll see you later baby." She said with a smile, letting them be taken away.

Word circulated through all the right channels. A new film being showcased, a film that would eclipseAvatarin proportion. Already stars were being called, the hottest and best of Hollywood being summoned forth. Rumor had placed several of the hottest women in the business coming forth to take roles. Most interestingly, the cast list seemed to be mostly young vixens, spry things more known for their beauty than any real acting talent (though there was some of that as well). This rumor reachedMiley Cyrus. The vivacious brunette was mostly known for her long-term stand as Hannah Montana, the fake Disney character that had built a fortune for Miss Cyrus. She was a teen icon, and she knew it. She also knew that her body had become something that men drooled over. This little girl was becoming an adult, and she had no qualms about showcasing that. Which explained why she was in a flirty skirt now: white and tight along her lean frame. A slit bared a good deal of delicate white thigh: tantalizing bits of ivory skin just showing. The girl danced when she sung, and exercised on top of those, making her lean. You simply had to trail up, seeing the hips that had just flowed out, filling the skirt and showing how well she filled clothing. Further up was a flowing blouse, one that was just shy of scandalous. A good swish and it would bare her tight stomach, bejewled with a brilliant amethyst. Further up were a pair of breasts that somehow hadn't realized their owner had hit eighteen yet. The face still held some of the youthfulness as well: rounded with wide blue eyes. However, sultry makeup made it clear that this was a woman, as did the brunette, highlighted curls that fell just below her shoulders. The young starlet favored the man with a smile. She knew this was an audition, and she also knew she was desperate for the part. Miley had been desperate to prove that she could act, that there was real talent there. In fact, that desire was nearly as strong as her urge to prove herself to be a full adult now. This growing girl stopped just a few feet from the man, her smile turning warm, almost sultry. When she spoke, her Southern accent seemed to layer the words with honey. "Hello there. I believe you were expecting me," she said. Her blue eyes moved about, but didn't locate a chair, so instead, she opted to shift slightly, trying to stand as comfortably as possible. "Don't you want to give a girl a place to sit? Unless you think this isn't going to take that long?" Miley winked at him. A little flirting couldn't help, especially when you had a body like Miley's.

"Excuse me, Mr.Mehler? Ms.Cyrus is here for your nine-thirty appointment." Edward sat forward in the soft black leather chair, bringing his elbows to rest upon the edge of the beautiful red oak desk. His elbows came to a lean there so his hands could then cradle together, fingers entwined, set in front of and thus hiding a grin of excitement that set upon his face. "Is she now," he whispered to himself, the slightly developed lines at the corners of his eyes and of his lips forming on the thirty-something man's face. Brown eyes looked through a pair of dark, thin glasses, casting their glance down to the digital camera set to one side of his desk, atop a small pile of manila folders. "This certainly promises to be an interesting casting call, one way or another," the man continued to himself, unlacing his hands to then reach a finger over to the intercom button. "Thank you," he replied to the voice. "Please send her in." And that was it, the only thing left to do now was to not develop cold feet. Neither of them could. This had too much potential on its own, this project, and on top of that Edward knew it would be the work that would make or break his career. With a smirk on his face that spoke of both excitement and confidence he rose from the tall-backed leather rolling chair and made his way over to a set of vertical blinds. The office here was quite fancy and everything about it spoke of money - he was used to none of this extravagance yet, truth be told, having only been here for all of a week. Hell, before this all he'd done were independent movies, this being the first huge production with his name attached. When coming up with this idea, though, the series he was in the process of casting for, Edward's investors had agreed to see that it was funded enough to be as professionally as possible, which included them insisting on a lavish office; professionalism from the beginning, he supposed. The floors were made of wood but dissimilar to the desk, they a dark mahogany. The walls were a calm, simple white, but with an outline of a tree elegantly painted behind on the wall behind the desk, with its leaves blowing in the wind over the expanse of an entire second wall, stopping just before the door. Past the door was the third wall, comprised mostly of a fish tank, tropical, four feet high and eight wide, the fish providing a vivid juxtapose of color in contrast to the rest of the walls of the office. Finally came the fourth wall, the entirety of it a long, large window covered in vertical slats from end to end. The one thing the office didn't have was a chair for people to sit in. Along those slats, which would have one sitting facing the wall with the leaves and the door while the desk was on the right, was an elegant red velvet couch, its back backless, its arms leaning slightly outward in their rise before curling into themselves. Edward turned the vertical blinds closed. This still allowed enough light to naturally shine through the lengths for the room to be well lit without allowing any to see in; there was complete privacy. Following that, he took the camera from his desk before going to wait in front of it, standing there with an excited smile on his face and an eager lens on the door. And a slight, slight excitement poking at the front of his leather pants. Only slight. He had to remain calm, but he still knew where things might or might not go, where the conversation would certainly lead. Finishing off the man's look, from bottom to top, were a pair of brand new black boots, a long-sleeved white shirt, a silver ring on his left hand, a silver necklace sitting high on his chest, a silver stud in his right ear, and a head of attractively messy dirty blonde hair. His chest beat with anticipation. The light atop the lens was green. The doorway, soon to be the young actress' entrance, was being filmed.

Miley's smile took on an edge as he drawled in response. She'd seen a few make fun of her accent, as though she could truly help that she'd come from the area. Most loved hearing her voice rasp through something like that, the drawls seeming almost sensual when coming from her. Nonetheless, she followed his suggestion, lowering herself onto the couch almost regally. A man stared at her. Miley did notice his looking, seeming to eyeball her beauty. Not that this bothered her; she had put herself on display. If you didn't want to be looked at, you shouldn't pretty yourself up. In fact, the starlet even shifted, her blouse moving slightly to expose that taut little tummy, the skirt rising just so. Nothing too sensual; just coy flashes of flesh beneath tight clothing expensive enough to draw pause. "Thank you for your hospitality," she said, again drawling the words. Perhaps she even thickened her accent slightly, a means of expressing her irritation. If so, it didn't leak into her tone or her expression, both of which remained professional and polite. He explained the situation, which really wasn't that different from the one her agent had outlined for her. Miley hadn't been at the top of the list for the role. Why would she be? It wasn't like they were making a teen picture starring a cowgirl from the South. This role would require Miley to break out, to try something new, and she knew it. He knew it, and laid it out before her. "Are you telling me that I'm going to have to kiss some beautiful costar to get you to sign me?" she teased, grinning. "C'mon, like you haven't seen my pictures already. I assure you, I'm bad enough for your picture," she leaned forward, that loose blouse seeming to shift slightly. You could just see the lacy bra underneath. It was black. "I'm sure that I can fulfill all your expectations," she continued. "I'm ready, willing, and able to expand out of my little shell. And think about it: I already have a huge fanbase. You think people aren't going to want to see your movie just because Miley Cyrus is in it?" a little egotistical, but Miley was pulling out the stops here. "I'll even get verymaturefor you. I've already seen the rating and heard the details." She stopped to smile, waiting to see his reaction. She wanted to be in this film, desperately. There were rumors of things you'd have to do in order to get on the cast, and while Miley was hoping they weren't true, she was equally prepared to meet those expectations. She had to have this part, any part, and would do what it took to get it.

"I certainly am, I certainly am," he replied, flashing her that same, friendly smile that she had given him, though Edward's face was slightly obscured by the digital camera he held in front of an eye and a cheek. The accent was something that gave him a bit of a shiver, and caused his smile to crack slightly toward a grin. "The girl's already got a place to sit - on herderriere," he teased, tossing in a whimsical attempt at a quick Southern accent with that last word. Following it Edward reached for the teen starlet's hand, which he gently rose to kiss the back of her palm in a more proper sort of greeting. "Help yourself to the couch,darlin'," in another friendly tease. "Chairs are too...uptight. We're going to have a pretty serious conversation, so anyone that comes in, anyone I interview for this part, I want them to be completely relaxed. It's not too early in the morning for a serious conversation, is it," he asked with a smile. As he spoke the man, right now in charge of casting, and the one who would be directing the movie once things got under way, was not the least bit shy in blatantly looking over Miley's body through the camera lens. He tilted it down, getting a good shot of the slit that showed off her firm thigh and the length of legs beneath the skirt. He centered it, enjoying the view of her flat belly, and the jewel she displayed beneath. He rose it higher, taking in her top, her face, her makeup and hair, and how she was this perfect balance between complete innocence and a bombshell waiting to be unleashed. At least, that's what he thought of whenever he looked at her. "Or, you can sit wherever you please. On the floor. On the desk. Stand. Who am I to tell a lady what to do?" The words were spoken lightly, with a smile, while he began to step backwards. The camera remained on her the entire time as he moved to sit down in the high-backed black leather chair behind the desk. "Wherever you would be the most comfortable." He leaned back a little into the softness of the chair, the leather making slight noises beneath the movement. The camera centered on her upper half, showing as low as that belly that teased a peek and as high as the pretty brunette highlighted hair. "If I can be honest for a moment, Ms.Cyrus, you were not originally considered for this role. As a matter of fact, you weren't originally considered for this project, and several actresses have already interviewed for the part we're here to talk about today... I'm not saying this to put you at any discomfort, but I wanted to explain to you where my mind is at. Your agency got in contact with us after hearing rumor of the project and insisted that if there was any truth to it, that you would be interested in auditioning. So here we are. I've certainly taken your previous work into account, your real talents you've developed, your very potent beauty... What I'm concerned about is if you're able to handle a role so serious as this, though. Something so...adult. It would certainly alienate many of your fans, if not all of them, but if this series strikes the gold I think it's got the ability to, it could replace that fanbase and that respect tenfold. But there's a really big risk there, and I wonder if you're courageous enough to take it." "Another thing is your bravery as an actress. I have no intention of shying away from the lavish excess of the ancient Roman hierarchy in this, which I think is the main reason there's already so much buzz, in addition to the names already rumored. There was excess of all types back then, and I intend to concentrate on a few of them specifically while still trying to highlight them all. Now when I say 'bravery,' think like...think like Heath Ledger. Think like Brokeback Mountain, with him filming a homosexual scene with another famous male actor and giving his all to it, while at the time having no clue if it would be received well or if it would blacklist him from future Hollywood projects. Think like The Dark Knight, where he became so tremendously engrossed in the dark mind of his Joker character that he was given an Oscar. Tell me, Ms.Cyrus, are you willing to drop everything you've garnered so far - your teen queen image, your fans who see you as a role model? Tell me, Ms.Cyrus, how badly do you want to be seen as a 'big girl'? ...How much do you know about what you're auditioning for, anyway? Can you tell me what you know already? We'll go from there."

The worst thing in one of her movies? Even the latest film, still in the can and being processed, only had Miley kissing a girl rather intently. As for off screen, it wasn't much more than that. The girl wasn't nearly the virginal princess that Disney wanted her to be, hence the many disputes, but she certainly wasn't someone who wallowed in filth and decadence either. At least, not yet. Now this seemed to be pushing her in that direction. The list made the girl's eyes widen for a moment. She'd seen some scripts, known what was coming. The decadence had never been hidden, certainly wouldn't be that much of a shock. No, it wasn't that, but the sheer audacity of listing it here, of stating quite bluntly that it would all be done. Would she be willing? Miley didn't immediately respond. She wanted, no, needed more mature roles. Anything to shed that stupid image and move forward. This was that offer, dangling before her, a golden carrot that she had to have. So what it if meant doing things that would make her father disown her? He was nearly there already. Still, Miley's eyes widened at the first mention. Her lips parted slightly at the other. She could dance, could sing, could do sensual for the viewers. Could she take a cock into her ass for the camera. The girl suddenly realized that she could do all that and more, if it rewarded her with what she craved. It was a gamble. It was also one Miley needed to take. Then she finally had her chance to respond. Miley did so, rising. Her hands went down, and she unzipped the skirt. A little wiggling, and the garment slid from her frame. It revealed her white thighs and tight legs, and especially revealed a pair of lacy panties that matched the teasing bra earlier. Miss Cyrus walked over to Edward now, half-aware that she might be filmed. Smiling, she dropped her skirt into his lap. "What do you think?" she asked, again drawling. "Am I mature enough?"

The camera caught everything, from the way she sat down so ladylike to the way she shifted in her seat, the flash of the black lace bra something that was anything but. To the sensual drawl that came of her Southern background. Watching through the lens, listening to her talk, Edward couldn't help but grin as she started putting herself forth like some kind of naughty thing. He wondered just how adventurous she really was. "So you think you're a bad girl, do you? What's the worst you've done in one of your movies? ...Hell, what's the worst you've done evenoff-screen, Ms.Cyrus?" He smirked. "I'm not talking giving another girl a peck on the cheek or dropping the F-bomb. That's controversial for you because of your background, because of Little Miss Hannah Montana, but in general things like that are growing less and less taboo. No, hon, what you'd be doing in this role...I don't think you're as prepared for it as you think." "This is going to be an ongoing series on HBO about ancient Rome," he continued, "and we're going to explore every extreme thing that was commonplace back then among higher society. That's all that's been shared with various agencies yet, that and that we're putting a huge production value into this, and that we're looking for some courageous actors and actresses looking to really cement their names. That's probably what you know so far, right? When I talk about extremes, when I talk about excesses, I'm talking about gladiator fights, I'm talking about feeding Christians to the lions. Human slavery. Women having their place. Homosexuality. Incest. Huge orgies. Blood. Violence. Intrigue, politics, plotting, conspiracies... Tell me something, Ms.Cyrus. Would you be willing to get buttfucked on camera?" Clear as day. He allowed a moment for the weight of that last sentence to sink in before continuing. "You're nineteen, right? This would be on a special cable channel people pay extra for, so we can show quite literally whatever we want. And the primary idea behind this is excess, it's decadence, it's not shying away from the extremes because the extremes are what people crave, even if they're too shy to admit it out loud. They'll crave it with their subscriptions. With how they'll talk about the show nonstop. You may be involved in scenes where you're talking politics, scenes where you're in a romantic situation, scenes where you're getting drunk on wine and singing and dancing, entertaining a crowd of people, or...you may be doing scenes where you take big, thick dick after big, thick dick up your tight teenage ass, sweetie." The camera remained on her the entire time, Edward paying attention to both her body language and her face through the lens. "I'm not talking about fading to black either. It would be as graphic as any porno. Camera angles. Naughty bits. Ten, fifteen, twenty minute scenes. Full sexual encounters. ...Thatis why I need people who are brave, who are willing to go to any length. See, you misunderstood me when I spoke about your fans. It's not that I think people won't want to see this because Miley Cyrus is in it. I think it would garner a ton of attentionbecauseMiley Cyrus is in it, but that attention is going to be both good and bad...you'll probably lose every single fan you made working as Hannah, but if this show is a success you may gain many, many more. There may be awards, or it'll lead to even more prestigious roles, things people don't see you seriously enough for the way you are right now. Maybe. I can't guarantee anything, so that's why it's a risk. It's also possible you'll be disowned by the American people, that you'll get no award, no other roles, and this whole project will flop in its first season. I can't promise anything. That's a risk you need to decide if you truly want to take. Once you do, if you do, there'll be no turning back -none." A few more seconds went by. He gave all of this just a little time to sink in as he leaned back in his chair, the leather sounding with his movements. "You can leave now if you want. To be completely honest, I mean, I expect you to. Unless you feel you're ready to be a big girl. Unless you're ready to be a big, brave girl, Miley," he calling her by her name now for the first time. Edward sat back up in the chair. "Take off your skirt," he said calmly. Then, "You're willing to get mature? Fine. Let's get mature. Take off your skirt Miley, sweetheart. Will you hand it to me?" His free hand half extended, palm open.

As Miley looked down, she saw the tent forming in the man's pants and had to smile. Always nice to know you were appreciated, and all she'd had to do was drop her skirt for that. Imagine what kind of reactions she could get from swaying her hips a little, even dancing for him. Just thinking about it made Miley's hands raise a little, baring a few inches of that delicious tummy, enough to see the jewel just shining at her navel. Getting buttfucked; fully exposed, and so much more. This would make or break Miley's career. It would certainly rocket her to the top of men's sexual fantasies. They'd be jerking their cocks to her writhing body harder than ever. Miley already knew that boys enjoyed her videos; she had even received fanmail talking about how her latest vids made some poor lads cream. "I'm sure I have enough talent," said Miley. She smiled at him, lowering her shirt and covering that little bit. he continued, essentially offering her a lead: the concubine, the royal one. A list of things she'd done, minus the orgies, followed. Miley leaned forward, that smile growing, "What do you think?" she asked, dragging each word and dropping the last. He could see fully down her shirt now, to the breasts covered in that tantalizing bra. She could tell the camera moved, and she heard the next command. If what he said was true, they were likely to see all that and more anyway. So the girl reached down. She gave him a flirty smile, and then the panties slowly worked down. She peeled them slowly at first, baring a neatly trimmed bush of light brown, before pulling them off completely. Then she stood, her lower half bared. "Why just stop there? You're gonna see it all anyway?" she asked. Reaching up, she pulled off the shirt, leaving only her bra to cover her skin. Then, the girl lightly sat upon the man's lap, staring into his eyes and smiling. "Haven't you heard? I gave a guy a lapdance once," she said, reaching up to grab at his growing cock, just touching it. "But you don't want me to spoil everything now, do you? Gotta save it for the set."

The shock painted on her face...God, there was just something delicious about it. Would she blink, blink again, remove herself from the room and never look back? Maybe. As he sat there watching the teenager's face and body in response Edward knew that was entirely a possibility. But, when she rose up, when he saw her hands reaching behind her to the back of her skirt, when he heard the movement of her zipper, Edward could not hold back his damn devilish smirk. Oh, God, and then those beautiful, tone legs... 'Bingo,' flashed immediately through his mind. "My my," he said, glancing down with the camera to the pretty skirt plopped in a heap on his lap. It fell to cover what was now a growing arousal within the front of those leather pants. "So we hear aallll of that," dragging the word out, "and we decide we want to go forward? Well aren't we feeling brave this morning." The camera rose from his lap, slowly. It moved to Miley's knees, then began its gradual climb up her bare, tone thighs. "So you'd be alright with getting buttfucked on TV? Fully explicit, ass exposed, chest exposed, crotch exposed? 'Acting' like you can't get enough of it?" It continued up. Those panties, pretty black lace...alluring enough on their own, but to know that that's all that stood between him and the sought-after Miley Cyrus' sweet womanhood, it brought his desire to a fully erect state within the leather, tenting the fabric of the skirt right up with it. Then there was the slightly exposed tummy to take into consideration right above it, demanding attention as well. "The role I'm considering you for is a concubine within the palace. It's a very big role, despite how depraved it would be. Or, perhaps it's so bigbecauseit's depraved...it would see you as one of the main stars of the series." The camera rose up, past her chest, moving to her face. "Singing, dancing. Entertaining. Blowjobs. Orgies. Think you can manage all that, big girl? Big, mature Miley?" Grinning wickedly, he kept the camera focused on her face as he continued, "Take off your panties now. Go ahead. It's just you and me here, right? And a camera. You'll have to be comfortable with getting naked on camera if you're serious about this. It's just the three of us here," as his free hand moved up, shoving aside some papers from the center of his desk with an arm. "Go ahead. If you're serious about pursuing this I want you to show me. Slip right out of them. You can do that, can't you? Then go ahead, take a seat again. Wherever you'd like. Get comfortable for me, Miley, honey."

Miley's nether lips were quiet delicate: a slit of dark pink splitting her white. The trimmed bush seemed to call attention to it as well, asking eyes to devour it. Though with so much of Miley bared to the eye, it was a little difficult to decide where to look. The Southern belle squirmed a little on the lap, grinning at the man as he spoke. "Is it everythin' you were expectin'?" she asked. Her arms raised to her hair, lifting it up as her eyes closed. the body arched for a moment, hips rolling along his. Yes, Miley was certainly grown up, and had a teenager's eagerness to show just how very mature she was. Her eyes opened and the hands fell as more words came. Another grin, "I'm sure I can manage a few more," accompanied by a hip slide toward the pulsing rod in his pants. His hand moved to her stomach, caressing her. It had been a while since Miley had had a guy, and most of her lovers weren't exactly on her level. Because Miley, well, she really got into sex when she could. It was all the performing she was used to doing. Plus, any starlet that sang seemed highly vocal, and Miley was no exception. He continued to stroke her, and she writhed slightly. "A command performance?" she asked, teasing. She swallowed, bolstering the same determination that had helped her take the stage from a young age. A finger went between her lips, and she sucked sensuously, dragging it between those two plump bits of flesh. It ran along her tight curves, till it found those nether lips. Miley's finger played delicately with her sex for a while, swirling. Meanwhile, the other hand moved up, cupping her breast and pulling it up, squeezing it. Miley began working her sex with the fingers then. They darted over, flitted over all the best spots. Her pointer and ring fingers parted her sex so the middle finger could sink between lips. The new intruder caused the girl to buck along the lap. Yes, along the lap, for she was masturbating upon the man's lap, really wanting to impress. Her eyes had closed for a moment as the sensations warring in her body took over. But soon they fluttered open, brilliant blue focusing on him. She licked her lips before speaking: "Well, is this what you're looking for?" Another arch, and she ran her fingers about her sex, finding her clit and playing with it, pinching and rolling. The girl clearly had done this before, and also quite clearly knew exactly what to do to get herself going.

Lord, she wasn't just responding to his instructions, this Southern doll was one-upping him! The dirty blonde haired director couldn't help but grin, baring no shame in the responses his face and his crotch both gave her. He managed to catch everything she did on the digital camera, from her winks and smiles to the playful sways of her hips, to the glimpse of her belly she gave him, to everything. To the drop of her panties, and the reveal of a trimmed, brunette bush that coated her sex like a beautiful meadow. "Mmm," he mused aloud when those lips became revealed. "My my my..." But it wasn't done there. He caught everything on camera, her panties dropping to the floor, her shirt raising, her tummy completely bared now, and then the sight of Miley Cyrus standing before him in nothing but a lace black bra. Then, the sight of Miley Cyrus sitting on his lap in nothing but that lace black bra. "Only once?" He joked his reply, grinning at her throughout. "We'll have to change that. You'll be giving lapdances often if you want this role. And handjobs. And all sorts of terrible, naughty, naughty things," the grin wide and prominent. When he felt the slender, feminine hand laying over the hard leather bulge in his lap Edward's free hand rose to place his palm on that smooth, flat tummy. His fingers splayed, and his hand began moving back and forth in a slow, sensual caress. "Would you like to know what I'd like to see from you right now though? Hm? Do you? I want you to masturbate, Miley. Right now. For me. For the camera. I want you to show me you're not shy in front of one. Show me you're here toperform, ready and willing. Show me you don't care if people see. ...Show me you wanteveryoneto see."

Miley could tell he was getting harder, panting more, and it pleased her greatly, made her increase her efforts. Those delicate hands were already teasing tender young breasts and sliding along her soaked sex. The one still covered with her juices reached out for a second, running along the hard cock and feeling it jump against her. The girl smiled before returning. Now both hands were drawing down the tight body, delving into the sex. One would part nether lips while the fingers of the other would explore the hidden depths. "Mhm," she moaned, turning to look at him. Her needy eyes bore into the camera, a lustful haze starting to descend. Miley's arousal was coaxed out by her fingers, by the knowledge that she was getting people as aroused as she felt. Hell, she was half expecting that Edward here would blow his load if she tried hard enough. He clearly couldn't keep his hands off her, tracing her hot, writhing frame as it danced upon him. Multitask, speak dirty. Seemed doable. "Mm, but there are a lot," she confessed. A slight blush even rose on those cheeks, before the girl had to loll her head back. A tremor shook her, interrupting her beginning and making her moan. Soon, the girl gathered herself, her voice a throaty rasp as she continued. "Let's think about the dirtiest then. Have you, mmm, ever seen my costars? Those hot, ah, little things. I've sometimes, mm, thought about taking a couple of them. Not just the guys, but the girls too. Taking, aah, one of my fellow girls and finding out if, mm, girls really, mm, are, aaah," she stopped to shudder again, her breasts bouncing from the ferocity of this tremor. She had to paused to pant, eyes boring into the camera. Finally, she swallowed. Had to do this. For the role, to be an adult. "I'd love to, to get a few people at the same time," she admitted. A slight smile, "and for the fan thing, who says I haven't already? There's so many hot guys at my, aaaah," she shuddered, arching against him, grinding her sex against his leg, smearing her juices along him. "So many hot, hot, mmm." Okay, so maybe talkingwasgoing to be more difficult than she thought.

Everything about this teenager screamed perfection, from her luscious body to her willing, commanding attitude, to her eagerness to be taken seriously. The Southern accent was a wonderful icing atop it all. As she rose her hair up in her hands, clearly performing for him, for his camera, Edward caught every bit, watching through the lens as the brunette waterfall cascaded down in the form of loose strands before she finally let it go. "Everything and more," came a pleased response, his voice barely above a whispered breath. She was putting on a show, starlet that she was. Edward soaked in every bit of it. The way she looked at him. The ways he sucked on that finger. The way she trailed it down, the way she parted her slit, the way she palmed her tit... He was hard as a rock beneath her, and the way she rolled her hips in his lap was driving him goddamn wild. The erection itself couldn't grow any harder; proof then came in his breathing, how it became gradually labored despite him simply sitting there watching. For a moment Edward lost his concentration as Miley did her thing, playing with her clit, rubbing her slit. He watched her, felt her move on him, and all he could think about was this urge, this damn urge to grab her by the hips and knock the girl up...make her bounce in his lap, fill her with wave after wave, then keep pumping till he got hard enough to finish inside her a second time. Oh, God, how she was gyrating, how she was touching that tight teen body for him... But no. He had to stay professional. Taking a breath, Edward fought to keep control of his own thoughts. "Exactly what I'm looking for, honey," he replied. "Except, can you turn to face me? Face the camera, Miley, sweetheart. What's a performance if your adoring fans will be unable to see you?" There was the need to touch her. Anywhere. Somewhere. Gliding up from her belly, his fingertips traced over the straps of her bra on their way up to dance at the side of her face, along a cheek. "Mmmn...you're wonderfully multi-talented, aren't you? Tell me something, Miley. You can multitask, right? I want you to talk to me while you masturbate for the camera. Tell me...tell me about a secret fantasy of yours. Tell me something raunchy. I'm sure even a young lady as pure as yourself has a forbidden desire or two... Ever fantasize about taking a fan back to your dressing room? What about wanting two guys at once? Ever dream about a little daddy-daughter time?" His fingers continued their soft caress. "Tell me something the little girl Miley would just die if people knew. Tell the camera, hon. Tell your fans."

Miley's body continued to writhe and gyrate in ways that men only dream of women moving. The girl's hips undulated in a sensual dance, rubbing her ever wetter crotch against those leather pants. Miley even paused to grind her sex against his leg, feeling the hard muscle pressing against the leather, pressing against her. A part of her might be telling her to stop, that this was sinful, wrong, and that she shouldn't do it, but that part was drowning in the lust that kept surging through the girl's body, flooding her senses. Words were difficult in coming, and each time Miley spoke, little moans and groans of pleasure dotted her sentences, appearing more frequently than punctuation marks: "All the, all the time," she breathed, again pausing to let out throaty noises of arousal. Her fingers played effortlessly against her pink lips, the squelching hitting rhythms to match heartbeats. It was a lie, mostly; Miley had thought of taking some backstage, but she'd never really done it. There had been some experimentation, sure, but not nearly what this guy and the audience behind that camera were hoping for. "Mmm, that sounds hot," she breathed. A shudder, and Miley's back arched back for a moment, before the girl leaned forward. The brunette curls fell loose about her face, nearly covering her parted lips. Glazed blue eyes were staring into the camera as though it were her lover. She licked her lips, and tried to continue. "I'm already so hot; I'mmeltin'. Oh God, oh sweet Jesus." The girl arched, a tremor shaking her body. That familiar knot tightened within her stomach, letting her know that she was only moments away from unleashing herself on this guy, for the camera. He ran his hand along her quivering frame, playing with her breast, toying with her. Something about her costars, constantly dropping her panties. Miley wanted the role; wanted to be an adult. The idea of the sex gave her pause, but she knew better than to show it. She would doanythingto prove she was an adult now. Edward kept talking, though his words fell mostly on deaf ears. Miley's arousal thundered so loudly that she couldn't hear anything else. Couldn't feel much else besides her aching body. Her sex quivered. More juices leaked from her, spreading along the leather pants. Hands, rough ones, not hers, trailed down her body, parting her legs further. Glistening? An understatement, judging by the moisture gathered below. "Omigod!" she cried out. Her body jerked, hips spasming forward. "Omigodomigodomigod, aaaarhhh, I'm, I'm, cumming! Aaaaaah!" She spasmed and jerked, her feet kicking out. Toes curled. The girl arched. She continued to jerk about, almost moving like she was having a seizure. Her hands never stopped worked, playing with her sex, toying it, making it continue to spasm and spurt. The orgasm thundered in Miley's ears, making her want to shout above it. The girl's vocal chords, so developed to project, shot the sound now, filling the room and likely making her most popular recording yet. The orgasm lasted for quite a well, before the panting girl rested upon the lap, almost too weak to get up and move.

Miley Cyrus was a drug. Nude except for a black lace bra, writhing a tight bod right there on his lap, eyeing the camera with nothing short of wanton lust as her fingers tended to a trimmed brunette cunt...she was intoxicating, overwhelming the man before her in a way he hadn't expected. Edward had expected something. He hadn't expectedthis. This teenage princess being so willing a nasty starlet. "Nngh," he couldn't resist the groan, the gyrations of her body coaxing it uncontrollably through his throat. Could he feel the heat of her pussy as she ground it against his clothed leg? Part of him swore it. The dirty blonde's mind shifted, his breath quickening when that slickened, feminine hand pressed to the bulge of his leather pants, something that then summoned forth another mild, audible grunt from within. And then the words. Oh, God, her words - she said them while staring directly into the camera, she said them while his hand caressed her face, and God, God, he had to wonder if she knew just how hot sharing these secrets with him made her right now. "So you've invited some fans for some special, backstage access, have you? Guys? ...Girls?" Was she teasing? Had she really? Edward kept the camera on her face regardless, all the while grinning behind the lens. "You sound like you've never had more than one at a time. Would you like to change that? The role I'm considering you for would be a new concubine in the palace; a girl who, though young, through her personality, attitude and allure soon becomes the favorite piece of ass of the emperor himself... You would be doing gangbang scenes with guys, orgy scenes with girls, in addition to scenes with one or two people at a time, solo scenes, or simply even just highly sensual scenes. You probably wouldn't have a single moment in the series that doesn't have you showing a good amount of skin, even at times when you're 'clothed.'" At that the camera panned down, blatantly, past her neck, past her bra. To her tummy, fit and firm and gorgeous - a delicious looking belly, garnished with a gemstone. The camera rose back up to catch Edward's hand as he traveled down from Miley's face, coming to toy with a strap of her black bra. A finger then traced from the strap to the right cup, ghosting his touch around the curve and underneath, coming just short of her nipple. "You're going to have quite a few attractive co-stars too... Men. Women. I can't give out names until everyone is signed, but don't you worry, little miss. You'd be getting famous for constantly dropping your panties for someveryattractive people." Edward's touch continued, slow, light, the camera falling it as it fell from her chest back onto her stomach, where his palm came to wrap around her side, just above Miley's bare hip, fingers curled in along the front of her flat belly. The camera continued down past this to focus now on the brunette patch between her thighs, and the slender fingers working diligently therein. "Mmm...God, you're so sexy, Miley. Don't stop. Keep going. Show off for the camera. Show off for your fans. Do you want to make some new fans, right now? This is your chance - show them what they've been missing." His cock was in a complete strain beneath her. "This is the kind of production thatencouragesscandal, you know... Sleeping with your co-stars even off-screen. Partying all the time. Getting caught leaving the director's trailer way early in the morning, heading back to your own," he made sure to toss in there, bearing a fun grin. "If you evenwantyour own. There's a few already who have talked about sharing theirs and pocketing a slightly larger paycheck." His hand smoothed down from her belly, gliding across her hip and to her thigh, where his fingers wordlessly urged her leg to spread some so he could get a better shot. "You're glistening...you look so beautiful," he said ever-grinning, his sight plastered on the Disney princess' pretty teenage crotch. "Do you have anything else you'd like to confess, Miley, sweetie? Things you've done? Fantasies of things you want to do? Is there anything you're thinking about right now you want to talk about?"

Miley was dimly aware of the motions of the man beneath her. Her body had pressed against him as it writhed, the most tender bits of her grinding against his form. It would have been impossible not to notice him on some level. As a result, Miley reacted as a lover would. She ground against him more, arched more, tried to do something to make him feel at least a small portion of the pleasure that shot through her body like sexual electricity. Already she melted upon his lap and screamed desire into his ear. Just as the post-orgasmic bliss started to settle in, Miley found herself kissing. A hungry set of lips took her own, stopping the heaving, panting breaths. The girl's eyelids fluttered, her dazed body simply reacting for the first few seconds. If he had moved quickly enough, he likely could have slid himself inside her still trembling sex and she wouldn't have protested. A little moan escaped the girl as her lips peeled back, trapped between teeth. Those eyes bore into hers, compliments flowing from the lips before they kissed again. She panted, but managed a smirk at him. "You should ask before kissin' a lady," she drawled. As if she were a lady now, or that what she did hadn't shattered most of the barriers put up between the two of them. She squirmed again, excited blue eyes latching onto his. He talked, he rubbed against her, a hand exploring her body like it was familiar territory: his own back yard. Her blue eyes widened as he stuck fingers into his mouth, and her own lips parted just a little. Her sex was the true clue, as it gave a little shudder of appreciation. "What, that ain't enough?" she asked. Moving lithely, she threw a leg off and rose to her feet, balancing for a moment, feeling strange in standing so soon after cumming. Her nether lips felt tender, and she nearly rubbed them in reassurance. Instead, she turned to him, quirking an eyebrow, clearly asking what he could possibly want after that little display.

She was beautiful, writhing about like a flame in the wind. Every motion he observed was fluid, feminine, and if she kept this up long enough it was completely possible she'd have his body finish while those tight black pants were still on. Edward's chest rose and fell with rapid excitement. His hand responded to the snake-like gyrations by gripping down on the inside of Miley's thigh, increasingly harder the more she rolled those athletically toned hips, but truthfully he wondered if she was coherent enough to even notice. Slight, unstoppable grunts passed his lips every time her hand or her knee found his need amidst her movements. And through everything Edward kept the camera filming, her big scene, moving up now from that brown-haired crotch to her belly to her breasts, to focus the shot on her neck and face. "You look so beautiful," he mused as her mouth and brow would contort. She was getting close, and fast. As she sped up, her breathing, the motions of her hand, everything, Edward leaned back as far as he could in the black leather chair. The fabric made a sound beneath him as it moved, allowing him to lean back enough that the camera could see everything now, reaching from about Miley's forehead to as far down as her wrist and the beginnings of those short brown hairs. "So beautiful," he repeated as she got closer and closer. He opened his mouth to start to say something, to encourage her, but this girl seemed such a talent in front of the lens he didn't want to distract from her performance. Edward watched from behind the camera as her face contorted, as her body writhed, as she moaned out and literally shuddered in orgasm right on his lap. The moment it was done, God, themomentit was finished his hand left its clench on her thigh to reach up and wrap around the side of her face. Edward actually moved the camera away from himself, holding it out to the side, filming them both as he leaned in to give Miley a firm, hungry kiss on the mouth. Then another. He was nearly twice her age, but fuck it - this was Hollywood. Then another kiss, hungry, impassioned. A pair of teeth held to the starlet's lower lip following that last one, tugging it with him as he gave her an inch or two of space before letting go. An inch or two wouldn't be enough to escape the feel of each other's breath. With that in mind, reveling in being so close, in the feeling of hers, his eyes stared into hers as he whispered, "That was so fucking hot, baby... Mmn... So fucking hot..." Another excited kiss. Would the Southern belle forgive him for not asking permission like a proper gent? He smirked at the thought. "and it was so brave," he whispered a moment later, back to staring into the girl's eyes. "Can you do something for me?" Edward slowly leaned back, reclining all the way into the chair as he'd been a moment ago. He kept his eyes locked on hers the entire way back, now bringing the camera back to his face. "That was so hot, hon. And that scream when you came... That was wonderful. It was like a siren. Do you think you could do something else for me though?" His hand fell from her cheek. Falling, fingers trailing over the front of her bra, over her stomach, then moved to clasp about Miley's wrist. "Do you think you could go for Round Two?" Gently he pulled at her wrist, guiding the actress' hand to him. Looking through the lens the entire time, looking at her belly, her chest, her neck, at the way her long brown curls fell about and framed her face, and most importantly at her eyes, Edward guided those slender fingers to his lips where he boldly embraced the treat of licking the girl's cum from her fingers. "I have something else I want to have you try out for, something else I need to see if you're brave enough to handle," he spoke between fingers. Smiling, "Go ahead and get up off my lap, honey. I want to introduce you to one of the guys you'll be filming scenes with."

Miley arched a brow. Simply putting on a show like that wasn't enough? What would she have to do next? Well, he had said something about introducing another cast member, and judging by how this was going, that likely would end up with Miley nestling something else between her knees. The starlet reached up to fluff her brown curls, running hands through them and prepping. Might as well look as much like a sex kitten as possible, though given her barely there bra and bared bottoms, she was pretty much there. "Oh, I'm definitely going to do whatever it takes to show you how ready I am,' she drawled, stretching out the words, nearly purring them to the man. She smiled and held her arms up, posing coyly for the man as he admired. That pert ass seemed to almost tighten, and there were still the visible bits of moisture clinging to thighs and sex. Benny? Miley didn't know any famous actors or actresses that went by that. Yet she supposed that some people would come onto the scene without boasting massive... credits. So she turned to meet him, that smile plastered on her face. It slid slightly as the dog trotted over. Surprise soon took over, and the teen looked over at the man, eyes asking the necessary questions. Yet he continued, his explanation answering the unasked. Dogfucker. Miley Cyrus,dogfucker. The teen licked her lips. No going back, not from something like that. But people would know then. They would know that she wasn't just some teen-bop sensation. She was an adult, one willing to do whatever dirty, filthy thing she needed to in order to get her role. "I always was a dog lover,' said Miley. The Southern drawl wavered slightly now, and the girl trembled as she felt a cold nose pressing against her nether bits. She even gasped as the nose nudged against her rear, rising briefly onto her toes. "He's friendly, ain't he?" she asked. Yes, her voice still shook; this was something huge, and she was already wagering that a dog would be much, much larger than any men. It took all the girl had to stay there, her desire for the mature role overriding what she kept telling herself were irrational fears. "So, what did you have in mind for me and Benny's introduction?" she asked, looking back to the man, half-hoping that it would be something very, very simple... and half-hoping to be asked to get on all fours.

"Oh, that would be enough...for any other role," Edward replied, his smile one of pure mischief. As Miley removed herself from his lap and took those first few shaky steps he brought the shot down to her buns, something the man immediately made a mental note to spend some camera time on. Then she turned to face him though, she turned and Edward rose the picture up from what was now Miley's bare belly to up over her bra and to her face, catching the inquisitive look she gave him. Smirking back, he continued, "If you want a supporting role as an actress, we could stop now. You would certainly have that role locked, Ms.Cyrus. However, I get the feeling you're hungrier than that." He reached over to the intercom button on his desk. "We're ready. You may send him in." "Yes, sir." "I get the feeling you're willing to do whatever it takes," he continued, removing his finger from the button,"that you aren't going to leave here until you've proven you're abig girl, that you're ready for one of this series' starring roles..." He started to move then, the camera remaining on Miley as his steps took him in a half-circle around the young woman. The shot went from the front of her face to the side, to then being encompassed more by the hair that framed it. His free hand reached for the doorknob. "I've only met him briefly myself. I believe his name is Benny? Anyway, I'll let you two become acquainted." When Edward opened the door Benny walked right in -- on all fours. The camera was kept on Miley's face; this would be a reaction he wanted captured, for sure. "We're going to have three or four rottweilers on set when we're filming but I figured we only needed one for now, to see how you two get along. Your character is quite the sexual minx of the cast, and in addition to men and women, she's going to be the dogfucker of the group. ...What do you think of that, Miley? Oh, look at that, he's already introducing himself to you!" Chuckling, Edward lowered the camera to the full adult male rottweiler, to Benny, who had unabashedly already made his way to the girl and started sniffing eagerly, first her crotch, then at her rear end. He closed the door. "I can put you in one of the other roles if you feel getting knotted by dogs several times a season is too much for you. You'll still be featured prominently -- I can just offer one of the other actresses this mature role..."

The paparazzi had been lethal. They'd been having their way with Miley since she starting showing breasts, really. The rumors about who she dated, what she did, it would have overwhelmed some people. Miley had long since gotten past those hang-ups, almost reveling in the attention. The old saying of "there's no such thing as bad press" had become something of a mantra from her. So to extend this to dogs, while initially repelling, seemed like just the next step. A step that, it was becoming increasingly clear, would be necessary in order for her to advance in her career. Yet as Edward spoke, the dog moved. Miley gasped and took a small step forward as she felt a wet, rough tongue sliding along her tender sex. Those blue eyes went wide, her mouth falling open for a second. A little tremble, and she knew that this actually felt quite good. Sinful, wrong on so many levels, but there was a level of pleasure inherent in the action that was almost intense. The dog continued, and Miley tried to focus. Her eyes met the camera, the blue starting to shine with barely contained lust, mixed with a healthy amount of disgust and distaste. The dog had clearly been trained to do this, and, drawn by Miley's still present juices, had started lapping quite fervently. Miley could feel that thing sliding across her tender folds, producing juices almost as quickly as the dog was lapping them up. Her lips slid between teeth as she bit back moans and soft cries of joy. Already her lower body had started to move, dancing and gyrating in a manner not too dissimilar from her movements in some music videos. Yet Miley focused her gaze on the camera, putting all those years performing in front of it to use. She had a shaky smile and nodded, her brown, curled locks falling over her flushed face again. Committed, would be used anyway, going all out. The girl had been silent, but it seemed like things had now shifted. "Mmm, all in my hands?" said Miley, her voice almost hoarse, that accent scraping the words. "Well, that's tempting, but if I'm gonna be doing this, I should probably show all my talent, right? C'mere, Benny, let's give them the show they want." She moved the dog slightly, sinking down to her knees already. Her hand was stretching down, trying to find the doggie cock to stroke a few times. She was already shifting, figuring that what the audience most wanted was her as the dog's "bitch." That would likely be what the role entailed, yes? So she was already shifting into positions, trying to stroke and get the dog excited. Her rear was already starting to be presented, the tiny slit of her sex still dewy from the lickings and the earlier playing.

He chuckled, watching Miley's reaction through the lens. Try as she might, her moment of faltered confidence was undeniable, though that much was her being human. "Good, good. This role is going to have you loving quite a few dogs over the course of it. You know all those trash mags, huh? The ones going on about who's dating who, who tweeted what? Just imagine a candid, off-set photo of you on the cover of the Enquirer: you're walking your dog down the sidewalk in a pair of sweats and a shirt and cap, and the caption asks if that's your pet or your lover. Or if there's even a difference in the Cyrus household. Or imagine you're getting out of a limo, all dolled up, ready for a night at the club with friends. That's when people from TMZ come into your personal space with cameras, flashing all over you, asking what breeds you prefer." Snickering, Edward circled slowly around Miley to catch the dog going back and forth between sniffing her crotch and her butt, its tail wagging enthusiastically. "Remember what I said, it's all or nothing. I need an actress brave beyond comparison for this role, as there really is no going back. You'll be a big girl forever after the very first episode. And if you feel like this is way more than you wanted, Ms.Cyrus, we can stop everything right now. There are other roles in the show I can give you. Maybe something with a repeat cameo, once or twice a season?" That was when Benny started lapping his wet, rough tongue against the front of that brown-haired crotch. "Oh, my," Edward laughed, "talk about getting personal! ...Well now that I have you on camera, getting your vagina lapped at by a dog, maybe I should tell you why. I mean, you must be curious why I haven't put it down, right? It's not uncommon for auditions to be recorded, but something as private as this? ...It's to make sure you can perform in front of a camera. This sort of thing, I mean. This level of maturity. I don't want you choking when it's time to go on set, and I don't want you changing your mind. I need actresses wholly ready to put their careers on the line for this production, make or break. Hesitation has no place here. So," he made sure to capture Miley's face as Benny continued to lap happily at the wetness of her crotch, clearly drawn to her powerful scent, "if you do some of the dirtier bits for me now, here, on my own personal camera, there's no real chance of changing your mind later, is there? I mean, who knows where this will pop up. Maybe on the 'behind the scenes' of the Season One DVD. Maybe I'll sell it to a porn company, and word of the deal will hit the evening news as quick as tonight. Maybe I'll just keep it for my personal collection. I mean, who knows, right? I need an actress who doesn't even care. I want a lady, of course, but at the same time I want someone to look me in the lens right here and now and consent that I can do anything I want with this footage -- and then give this next scene her all, showing the whole world how hot she thinks bestiality really is." Edward crouched down. He aimed the camera starting at about Miley's thighs, making sure to catch the dog's head buried there, and made sure the shot was zoomed out enough to catch her flat tummy, her black bra, and the expression on her face, with just a little bit of the hair above it decorating the top of the picture. "As for what the scene consists of, I leave that entirely up to you. Do you want Benny to lick you while you play with your clit? Do you want to give him a handjob while you talk to the camera? A blowjob? Wanna lay on your back on the couch and encourage him to climb up with you? What about the classic 'down on all fours,' like you're a human, but you're a female, so you're still his fuckingbitch, Miley, honey? ...You're quite the talent. I feel confident in leaving this scene in your hands."

Miley's mind whirled. The dog's cock felt thick, almost too large for her, certainly larger than any human that she'd ever felt. Those delicate fingers continued to stroke and play with the thing, while the girl dimly listened to the teasing, rasping voice of the man responsible for this whole setup. She swallowed, licked her lips, and shifted, seeming to wiggle that pert little ass enticingly. "Such a big doggie," she said, her young voice taking those words and seeming to make them especially obscene. "I've never seen anyone this big before. You're so big, Benny, there in my hand like that. You like that, don't you?" She gave the cock a squeeze, closing her fist about that pulsing thing. The cock felt huge, almost overlarge, and Miley felt a brief wave of panic at the idea of taking such a thing within her. Yet Edward had made it clear what would happen should she back down. It simply wasn't an option; hadn't been since the beautiful girl had walked through the door. "Come on, Benny, don't you like me? I'm going to be your pretty little bitch," she said, nearly wincing at the words but forcing a camera ready smile. I'm all nervous, since you'resobig and I'msosmall, but you're going to do it, aren't you big guy? With your nice, thick cock. It's going to wreck my tiny little pussy. Here boy," she shifted then, moving to all fours and clearly presenting her lower half to the dog. Benny had already been pawing her and shifting; he should know what to do. "You know what you're doing. Stick that thick, doggie cock inside my tight little pussy. Make me scream for you. Make me your bitch."

"Such a willing talent to mold," Edward commented happily, shifting in position once Miley was down on her knees. He moved to crouch down about a foot away now, beside her, at an angle where he could capture everything -- on one side of the shot was Miley's lovely body, skin bare, showing from her calves and thighs all the way up her sides to her shoulders, and to the hair at the side of her face, and on the other side of the shot was the rottweiler, he perhaps the most eager in the room of all three. Benny's tail had been wagging steadily since he began sniffing and licking at the actress, leaving little room for improvement there. He did seem to fidget though when she reached beneath him to coax out his doggie cock from its sheath and stroke it. His face turned, his body shifted a little but not to pull away. He licked once eagerly at Miley's face. He rose a paw up, padding at her lightly, wanting to mount. He seemed to want that, all of that, but yet this too, Benny clearly restraining himself from pulling away as the teenager's slender hand stroked repeatedly up and down the veiny shaft. Edward made sure to get a good shot of this, panning back first to capture the dog's natural actions, then bringing the shot down low to watch the hand palming up and down the rottweiler's length. "Talk to the camera, Miley, honey," Edward encouraged, moving back up to her face now. "Concentrate on your new friend, but talk to the camera. Tell me how it feels. Do you like it? Does it feel awkward?" His own erection continued to strain achingly against his pants, but it still wasn't time for that. He needed to focus on this. On her. Edward kept the shot on her face for now. "Talk to the people watching. What are you feeling right now? Are you nervous? Have you ever done anything like this before? Ever thought about trying it off-camera?"

The dog licked at Miley's face, and strangely enough, that was nearly enough to cause her to bolt. Being licked hadn't done it, nor was the idea of moving on all fours to allow him to mount her. There was just something strangely personal about that tongue so near her beautiful face, personal enough that it nearly made the girl gag. She fought against it though, instead smiling and cooing to the animal. He didn't seem that bad, really. Horny, but who could blame him? Miley would be horny too, if someone was stroking her nethers and promising her release. "Oh, I'm all sorts of comfortable," she drawled, looking at the camera and flashing another smile. The dog was shifting again. She could feel a paw prodding at her smooth ass, making her tighten them. Then a leap, and weight seemed to come on the girl, making her bend slightly more, nearly pressing her face into the carpet below. A hand moved to direct her face, and Miley offered the camera one of those patented smiles. "Mmm, I think he's getting excited," she said, feeling him prodding against her. "I can feel his big doggie cock pressing against my little pussy. He's rubbing all against me, probably trying to--HOLY SHIT! OH GOD, JESUS, HE'S ---AAAH!" The girl trembled as though electrocuted, jerking and writhing upon the cock. Her sex squeezed the intruder, rippling around it and pulling it tight against her. She moaned, feeling her wet sex grow wetter in a vain attempt to add further moisture. The dog was already digging deep within her, tearing through insides and stretching the girl. While Miley might have had a few lovers before, none had been nearly as big as the canine that took her now. They had certainly not been as long, as the dog prodded at Miley's insides now. "Fuck!" the teenager cried, arching her body and trying to work up. Benny's weight and determination weighed her down though, and she wound up rocking back. His cock was sawing into her body, rampaging her insides and delving deep within. The girl cried out again, body trembling, eyes rolling back. This was one of the most raw, most frenzied fucks she'd had, and even the trained performer was having trouble forming any real words.

At first Benny's response wasn't clear; he stood there simply, on all fours, his face calm while the nearly naked singer and actress stroked his veiny shaft. The real response he gave was the shaft itself, growing out of its sheath and to its full, throbbing length, all within the young celebrity's palm. Benny did shift to try to lick her face once or twice, it clear now that he was well enjoying the attention, but in turning his body he fell short, not wanting to pull himself out of her hand. That was no longer an issue though when Miley dropped down to all fours, to her hands and her knees, cooing encouragement to be mounted. The rottweiler, as per nature, immediately walked around to behind her where he rose a paw to pad at her smooth backside while sniffing up again at Miley's crotch. Edward, meanwhile, felt a delicious shiver course through him upon hearing the teenager offering to be the dog's 'pretty little bitch.' "Seems like you're comfortable with your fellow actor already," he commented, grinning ear to ear. Somewhere he wondered if she would even catch the excited expression. It didn't matter though; it was about the two of them now, about the rottweiler and his new bitch -- Miley Cyrus, doggie fuckslut. That paw padding at her smooth, firm ass moved up to her hip. His other joined it at her other side. Benny quickly hopped up onto his hind legs, mounting the real-life Disney princess. "Look over here sweetie," Edward cooed, shifting to kneel in front of the young star. He was tempted to go underneath her to get a shot of the penetration, or go for a good side view, but the director and now-cameraman opted to kneel at her front, a reaching a curved finger to Miley's chin to guide her face right to the lens. Once the dog was on top of her his shaft rubbed against the outside of her crotch as he set himself into position, but this only took all of a second. Then, knowing nothing of gentleness, or of pace, Benny began to take her exactly like he was -- like an animal, penetrating Miley's wet cunt with his veiny tip, pumping into her sweet teenage snatch deep from the very start. "Talk to me, Miley. Talk to the camera."

For several moments, there was nothing in Miley's world but a dog fucking her cock and her own increasingly aroused body. Juices flowed freely from her sex, coating the incoming canine member, making the juncture slick. The thrusting had a wet, slopping sound that further indicated that. It only increased as the dog's flesh slapped against Miley's exposed form. She could feel him, so far inside, so deep. Something huge pressed against the base of her sex, and Miley's ignorance came to the forefront then: the girl hadn't the foggiest idea of a dog's knot or its function. Talk talk talk. "I don't want to stooooop," she cried out, shuddering again. Her head jerked, hair flipping back to slap against her exposed back. "It feels so fucking hot. So tight. I feel so tight. He's bulging against me,' she looked into the camera, her blue eyes blazing with lust. She'd found her voice again. "Feels so good. Oh, yes, yes, yes, fuckingyes!" She shuddered and jerked back again, hair once more slapping against exposed flesh. More pumps were occurring behind her, and she could feel that thick thing pressing against the entrance of her sex. Then, an even stronger push, and that round thing became apparent. Something large had pressed inside the girl, locking her and the dog into place. The moment it sank inside, Mileyscreamed. The scream would shatter eardrums and could only come from someone taught to project. For her sex had been parted wider than ever, and stretched tight along the doggie bulge inside. Juices flowed freely as the girl jerked and writhed more. An orgasm shot through her, making her eyes roll back in her head, drool starting to leak from her mouth. He cupped her, thumbed her, and her lips closed about the finger, sucking. "So good, so fucking good," she moaned, before trembling and drooling again, her hips rocking back. Those eyes rolled once more, and she felt her vision swim. This was almosttoogood, certainly far, far too wild for her. Yet she was loving it, loving every inch of the doggie cock sunk deep within her aching sex.

It was fuckinggorgeous, the electricity that shot through the young actress' body. Edward's single crooked finger remained below her chin, acting as possibly the sole thing keeping Miley's head somewhat raised while her back arched, her chest down, bra-covered mounds an inch from the floor and her pert little rear raised in the air. He kept her face somewhat up so he could capture everything, from every foulmouthed word to every unladylike grunt, to the way her eyes rolled back in her head now as she got her pussy pounded. Oh, fuck, she looked sexy when she was senseless. "You are sexy ashellwhen you're getting railed, baby," he cooed with a grin. Meanwhile, the rottweiler cared nothing about his bitch's pleasure or discomfort. He simply fucked her like an animal. Like a beast. His hips slammed in quick repetition, pulling halfway out and thrusting back in again. His body arched over her back. His front paws hooked around her waist, and after only a few seconds of pumping he was already trying to force the knot at the base of his cock into her tight teeny hole. "Come on Miley, talk to me. Talk to your fans. You have all these girls that listen to you, that watch you.. Tell them how this feels right now. Is it bad? Do you want to stop? Does it feel good? Would you recommend fucking a dog to all the young girls that look up to you?" Benny cared nothing of the 'interview.' He was a dog; as such, he thrust into her brown-haired vagina several more times, each one pushing, each one straining her more and more with the bulbous knot at the base of his shaft, until finally her copious, lewd juices helped slick him just enough for momentum to help things along. It had taken a number of pumps to stretch the teenager enough to be knotted, but then they'd also come fast, forcing her muscles to accept this new sensation all of ten seconds after the initial penetration. Edward's hand rose from just the finger beneath her chin to his entire palm now cupping the side of Miley's face. A thumb smoothed over her lips idly while the rest of his hand held her left cheek. "Come on sweetie. Talk to me. Talk to the camera. Talk to your fans. Talk to your new lover. Or, would you rather just roll your eyes and drool on my floor for awhile?" Snickering from behind the camera, he rose his hand to ruffle gently through the young girl's hair. "That's hot too."

The words sounded dim, far away, not part of Miley's reality. Yet she still registered them, if just barely. Puppies, doggie creampie, yes, that was going to happen. She was going to get the role of a lifetime, and that would happen. A throaty yes, nearly as loud as the scream, erupted from the crazed girl's throat then, as wild, frenzied blue eyes sought out a camera. More pumping, deeper than before. She could swear she felt the canine cock hitting into her womb, disturbing her internal organs. Indeed, the girl's sheath had shifted for the cock, tightening just around it while giving room. He'd thrust forward, the sex would part and allow room, even the cervix seemed willing to part if necessary. Then he'd withdraw, and the sex would tighten around him. "Mm, yeah, fuck!" yelled Miley. "I'm fucking a fucking dog. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Awwww, it feels so goooooood. So wild. Mm, right there, right there boy. Fuck your little bitch in her tight little pussy. Yeah, slide it on in there. So deep, so uggghhhh," another tremble, another rolling of the eyes. The girl even sank down, her rear thrusting further, almost pressing tight against the dog. A warmth had settled in, bringing its intense arousal and fanning already existing flames within the writhing teenager. "So fucking good. Fuck-- you want to see my tits?" She reached up, fumbling with the bra. In her frenzy, she ripped it, baring the pleasantly perky chest underneath. Two twin nipples of dark, rosy pink were capped almost painfully upon the chest. "Fuck, I'm, I'm I'm cumming agaaaaiN!" the starlet cried out, her body shaking and jerking, bowing back. More moisture saturated the cock inside her, and the sex again squeezed and rippled, more than welcoming for its doggie invader.

The young woman's scream took him by surprise, causing Edward, and thus the shot of Ms.Cyrus' first porn video, to go completely off-balance. He fell backward, onto his rear, hand clutching at an ear and eyes wincing while the camera ended up pointing over at a wall. When he recovered two good seconds later the dirty blonde opened his eyes to see the brunette with her eyes in a complete lull and her mouth open and drooling. "Mygod, you little fuckingsiren," he snickered. "Better be careful you don't shatter the lens," he joked. "We don't want to miss the money shot, now do we? A lovely doggie creampie right inside Miley's vagina~ Who knows, maybe you two'll have puppies," continuing the tease. Benny let out a brief couple of whimpers when the girl shuddered and tightened around him. He lowered his head and turned his ears when Miley screeched out, the sound paining him enough to stop pumping for a moment. Once it had passed, though, so had her reprieve; no sooner would Miley's orgasm have washed over her than the knotted cock begin its pumping again, now urged deep by her orgasmic juice, as if she hadn't already been wet enough. "Keep talking baby. Talk to the camera. Talk to me. I really love that drawl. Have I told you that yet? Mm... Tell you what, why don't we go ahead and get you all the way naked? I think it's well past time for that." Out of the corner of the camera's shot Edward's hand came in to Miley's face. His right forefinger traced below her lower lip, gathering up a little bit of the starlet's drool that he then brought back to his own mouth, sucking the finger clean and with a smile. "Just think, most actresses charge millions of dollars to show their tits on camera. How's about you be a regular ol' Southern skank an' do it fer free," he teased, doing a mock of the accent.

Something scalding hot, thick and ropey shot into Miley's quivering sex. She could feel the thick liquid pouring in, filling her up, seeming to jet even into her womb. Muttered words and praises left her lips, and she tried to smile at the creature over her shoulder. The dog's cumming seemed to last forever, as jet after jet entered her quaking sex. Miley could feel her own body milking him, drawing every last drop from his quivering member and depositing in her own quaking flesh. The girl moaned, loud, long and low. Then he moved, departed her, and Miley nearly collapsed. Almost immediately, she felt some cum starting to leak from her abused sex. Little dribbles of white liquid, just mixed with girlish cum, began to show at the edges of those delicate petals, and a little more began to drizzle out of her. The girl shifted, laying down with legs spread, baring this abused sex to the camera and whomever watched on the other end. A hand went up to scratch Benny, a muttered "good boy,' following. The breathless starlet looked up at the camera, swallowing and trying again to find the words that always seemed to come and go. "That was amazing," she managed, swallowing yet again. "Can you see it? My little pink's all filled with white doggie cum." She reached down and parted the lips slightly, and more juices leaked out. The girl trembled as she felt the liquid sloshing inside her, then took a deep breath. Smoky blue eyes met the director, and the voice that asked the next question seemed too husky for the delicate teenager. "Well, Director, did I get the part?"

Every foulmouthed moment was captured on film. Every twitch of her face. Every unladylike groan. What Disney had spent years building with the utmost care, she and her new director sent that house of cards lustfully crashing down in only a few minutes' time. Edward grinned like a son of a bitch behind the small, handheld cam, making sure to keep the modern day princess' face in the center of the shot while filming everything around it. He captured how her ass rose up in the air like a wanton slut to receive her lover's dick. He captured how it was a dog that mounted her, hovering over her form the entire time, making sure there was no room for the viewer's doubt. He captured the bra that she unclasped and slipped down her arms, now fully naked in the lavish office, and he brought the shot down low to capture her face still, the tuft of brunette hair that whipped and fell about, but also now the pair of perky tits Princess Miley was sowing off to the world for the first time. Who set who off was something Miley would only know, if she had a clear enough head to even make sense of the moment, but the facts were the same regardless -- Miley was orgasming, as was her canine lover Benny. The veiny, knotted cock quickly shot forth and with no real warning, the dog not able to last long inside the teenager's sweet cunt. Hard, creamy white spurts came streaming through her inner walls, crashing against her cervix from how deep he was. With the writhing of Miley's body from her own orgasm, the way her muscles convulsed around him only served to milk the doggy dick within her, greedily squeezing what drops it had left as those final bucks came. When it was all over the knot at the base of Benny's shaft had lessened, making it easy for him to slide out, removing himself from within. He dismounted, paws on the floor, taking only a step back and deciding to stand there, tail wagging calmly. "Good boy Benny," Edward chuckled, raising the camera up over Miley's shoulder to get a shot of the top of her backend. "Are you all done fella? Such a good boy," Edward said in a light tone. "What about you hon? He did a pretty good job on you, didn't he?" He moved the camera back to her face. "Can you move? Go ahead and lay down. Spread wide. Can you be a brave girl and show me your pink? Show your creampie off proud?"

Action. That meant a dropping of the real self, the reality of that hefty celebrity, and the picking up of the fantasy role created by writers and directors. In this particular show's case, that role seemed to be created out of some dark, twisted fantasy. ForEmma Watsonbecame Princess Caelia the second, daughter of the emperor. The English woman hardly thought that she made a very convincing Roman, with her light hair and her pale skin, but she also was more or less convinced that this show hardly cared about "convincing" the audience of anything, save for perhaps the decadence of the society they were showcasing. Emma's agent had signed her up for this part, much against her reservations, and promised that Caelia was the untouchable virgin in the role. Indeed, this virginal princess was now lounging upon a throne next to her no doubt lecherous father. Compared to everyone present, Caelia was clothed modestly, even nearly touching an extreme. For her tunic of rich purple wrapped around her lithe body, obscuring most of the frame underneath. It covered those perky breasts and barely even showed flashes of those long, smooth legs. Several pieces of jewelry ordained her form, including hefty bracelets, a pair of anklets, earrings, a neck adornment that attached to the toga, and golden bits wrapping about exposed upper arms. Though none would doubt the princess's beauty. For her young face looked sculpted by the gods, with those brown eyes drawn to attention by dark around them. Beautiful hair curled about her shoulders, framing her and seeming to enhance the overall image. Emma, being the consummate actress, embodied the character to such an extent that one could easily forget her other roles. "I do hope you show this one mercy, father," she said, glancing over at her father as he raised her hand. She had a gentle smile, mostly of daughterly affection, but averted her eyes quickly. "Surely your dogs aren't tired of the last bit of meat you fed them, and I imagine the guards are equally sated." The guards were moving, dragging in a beauty that was much less covered than the English one.Mila Kunisdidn't have the career that Emma did, at least, not quite. The actress was more than willing to engage in things a little more sordid, if it resulted in her advancement, which explained her appearance there. The relatively minor part ensured that she avoided certain scenes (there was talk of bestiality and rumors that Miley Cyrus had even fucked a dog already), but that she still got enough screen time. So Mila became Ziva, fiery, sensual slave girl. She cursed her captors in a language that none would know (likely created for the show), struggling against them. Her shoulder length hair, still pitch black, looked matted, falling about her sharp features. Anger sharpened her almond shaped eyes, and her already dark features looked more striking, given the exotic look of her. Makeup had been applied to make Ziva more of a vagabond look, though the tattered clothing would show that. A loose toga kept slipping, baring bits of tantalizing breast, mostly a side, and even once sliding enough to just show the soft curve of a ripe bottom. Mila's body was perfect for the slave girl, and they showed it to the fullest now. Already there was talk of "branding" the girl, with spots picked out along the flesh for it. For now, there were piercings in her nose and naval that were supposed to speak of her foreign nature, as if the language wasn't enough. "Father, she seems quite wild," said Caelia. She shifted. "Though quite striking. I could perhaps take her on as a maidservant?" Yes, the innocent, kindhearted princess wanting the fiery slave girl. Certainly these writers wereinspired.

Aaand...action!" The room bustled to life immediately. An open marble floor with columns lining either side, there was a platform raised up one step toward the back where two thrones sat, while the front was where the members of the court and any specially approved guests could mingle. There were senators. There were guards standing at the entrance. There was a lavish red velvet carpet down the center, tapestries draped everywhere, candles in elegant candelabras, colors, scents, sounds, and of course, most importantly, skin. What the set of a production of ancient Rome be without it? Servants milled about the room half in the nude, carrying platters with hunks of cooked, seasoned meat, various fruits and cheeses, or pitchers of wine. One or two were busy being pulled off to a corner, or behind a column, where one of the portly old senators groped the girl incessantly, but this was paid little mind by any of the others. Such was commonplace, and it was not within the girl's decision to refuse. At the head of the room sat Emperor Ostorius Marcellus II, a man of his forties with short salt-and-pepper brown hair and a slim, but strong, toned form. Dressed only in a pair of sandals, the typical olive branches adorning his hair and a toga that dictated his position through its elegance, the white trimmed with gold around his shoulders and a purple sash falling diagonally along his chest, the emperor sat comfortably on his throne, his back straight and pressed to the powerful chair's own back that rose a good foot above his head. Beside him was his darling brunette princess, a daughter he had always treasured but who now was grown into a woman, and as such a growing object of her own father's desire. Her throne was slightly less imposing, more ladylike, slender and elegant. But right now he wasn't paying attention to her. Right now Emperor Marcellus' eyes were on the male servant who strode several steps into the room, raising his voice above the din to herald the morning's proceedings. "Good morning to you, my lord," the man stated. "And good morning to you Roscius. What do we have on the agenda for today?" By now the volume of the room's various guests had fallen. They still spoke, the tone of the court often light, relaxed and jovial, rarely terribly serious, but it always fell to respectful whispers when the emperor tended to his station. "Sire, we have several people waiting to see you this morning. There is a pair of men who claim the season's rain has not been enough for farming, and has requested the treasury help in providing water, lest prices at market begin to rise. There is a group of renowned travelling entertainers wishing to offer their services to you at your leisure. There is a woman who was caught by our soldiers crossing the Eastern border. They believed her sketchy, and bound her and sent her here to the city. And finally there is a prominent merchant from our city whose daughter has come of age, and he wishes to present her as a potential guest of the court, providing your approval, boasting of her beauty." "Very well," Marcellus paused then to think a brief moment. "Send in the captive. Let us begin the morning by addressing her, so we may finish it with something more pleasant." He watched Roscius nod, and with a bow turn to walk out of the room. In the interim Marcellus reached over to his daughter, leaning slightly as he took her by the hand, guiding the femininely soft skin to his lips. "My darling, you are as beautiful as ever."

Caelia sighed, tolerating her father's affections. There were times when she worried about him; for a father, he acted much, much too affectionate toward her. Still, she listened intently as he explained his reasoning, finding herself agreeing somewhat, even nodding reluctantly. Merciful and benevolent she may be; stupid, she was not. Putting herself in close contact with a wild woman would be a risk; it was simply a risk she was willing to take. Ziva, meanwhile, hissed as she went down on her knees. Mila nearly regretted the "no stunt doubles" clause, but it was to make things more believable. She could hardly fault them for that. It definitely made her hiss of pain more real, and those eyes, still flashing with anger, looked up at the royal couple, promising pain the likes they'd never felt before. Naturally a guard lowered the unruly woman's head, and again, Ziva hissed her displeasure at such an act. The hissing startled Caelia, as it did nearly every noble there. Her eyes went wide for a moment, but determination crept in soon after. Caelia was supposed to be the naive light of hope and grace in this desolate realm. "I'm certain I can make her much more tame, father. Guards, take her away and begin bathing her. I will attend more thoroughly to her training as soon as my father deems it appropriate." The guards would not their agreement, before dragging away the still struggling Ziva. They would go offstage where Mila would allow herself to be cleaned slightly, possibly prepped for a later scene with Caelia. For now, the throne room was prepared, a servant coming forth to ask his royal emperor what he wished to attend to next.

"Mercy is at its most meaningful when it is not expected, darling Caelia, just as when mercyisexpected, one benefits from showing a firm hand. Thus is how the people develop an endearing respect for you," Another kiss to that lovely hand of his daughters. He remained like that a moment, head slightly down but eyes looking up to her face, a face that was facing forward, she paying the girl being brought in attention while he yet did not. Emperor Marcellus took this opportunity to seize his darling girl's index finger betwixt his lips, where he gave a light, slow suck, bringing it in until his lips pressed against one of the rings she wore, then just as gradually releasing her from his mouth, glistening saliva remaining in the wake. With a content smile he released her hand and turned in his seat, looking at the...thingpresented before him. "Roscius? Do notallguests of the palace pay their respect upon arrival?" "That they do my lord," the man returned with a smirk. Immediately he placed a firm grip on Ziva's right shoulder and a just as firm sandaled kicked to the back of her right thigh, just above her knee, shoving her then down to a kneel. The actor connected with the blow, a strike that was indeed as real as it looked; the director had insisted to everyone beforehand that if they did away with stunt doubles it would allow for better, more dynamic shots, the same reason the actresses were actually going to have all the on-camera sex with their faces, crotches, their pink, literally everything showing -- it was something simply not done in entertainment yet, and as such should make a big difference in both the ratings and the award season. He believed so, anyway. And this entire thing was his baby. "Splendid," the emperor exclaimed, faux joy overtaking him as the foreigner 'knelt' right before the step of the raised platform. "Now, being as she chooses to spend her breath on rubbish, I shall simplyhaveto manage my best interpretation. ...Why, I do believe she is quite the primal one, and requests humbly to be tamed!" The emperor smiled to himself. He then thought over his daughter's words, considering them. "Maidservant? Hm...well, she is either to be a slave or a sacrifice, no doubt. She is too pretty for anything else. Considering her foreign nature she is surely a heathen, and if we were to make her tomorrow's sacrifice instead of that other girl that would then be two birds with one stone -- pleasing the gods, and tending to the rodent problem our borders seem to have. But a servant? Again, she is pretty enough, dear Caelia, but is she tame enough? I would not feel comfortable assigning her to someone so fair and important as yourself until obedience could be assured. ...Shall we beat her? A whip speaks in a language universal. Perhaps you would even care to yourself?" The emperor snapped his fingers as a servant girl passed by behind the dark-haired wild child and the palace guard. She looked over to Emperor Marcellus quickly, and with his confirming nod she immediately ascended the platform to come to his side. There she bent her knees, lowering the platter to him that she held with glasses of wine that were already filled. With one hand snatching up the glass and the other giving the servant girl's bottom a light, approving pat, Marcellus took a long sip of the wine while he thought. The girl went around front and bent her knees beside the princess next, offering silently while she was there. "I will make you a deal, dearest Caelia," he said after a full gulp, eyes on the fiery-eyed captive. "You have until tomorrow eve to make a slave out of this animal. Break her, and by the gods see to it that she is cleaned and presentable. Take her nowhere without guards present, as I do not trust the look in her eyes, and would not have harm befall my beloved princess. ...Tomorrow at dusk you shall present her to me while we feast, either ready to convince me that she is irrevocably yours, or you shall present her to me to insist she be added to the sacrificial pyre. Do you find this agreeable?"

Continue. Caelia settled back in, fighting against a grimace at her father's statement. It wouldn't surprise Emma to learn that her character had been made into a lesbian, and she was most certain that there would be scenes involving two women together; in fact, the setup for Caelia and Ziva practically begged for it. Still, Emma pushed that aside, focusing on what unfolded before Caelia's eyes. Priscillawalked in, following her father's footsteps. The older merchant looked like one would expect an older merchant to look. Bits of gray were already sneaking into reddish hair, and his body had gone soft years ago. He bore a slight resemblance to the stunning redhead that followed in his wake, but it was clear that she took after her mother. Said redhead also happened to be garbed according to her class: the white toga wrapping about her, baring perhaps more skin than was historically accurate. Said skin was of a pale white color, just dotted with freckles here and there. Priscilla's makeup had been done well also: her lips almost bright, her blue eyes outlined with dark that made them pop. As they approached, both fell before the Emperor. Quinctillus spoke, begging forgiveness of the emperor, insisting that he didn't mean to disturb his or his daughter's day. He had merely brought forth his daughter, as he knew the emperor liked to fill his court with beautiful women. Indeed, you only had to look around to realize the truth of that statement: over half the court consisted of nubile females, with a dashing of strapping young men, and about as many older men as there were females. Decadence in form. "Please, great emperor," said Priscilla, fighting against a smile at the cheesy dialogue, "indulge in my whim and allow me to become one of your great, established court. I promise," she looked up and met his eyes, smirking, "not to disappoint." Per the script, Priscilla let her eyes slide, glancing toward the head senator, whom she knew she would be paired with. She was to leave the "untouchable" emperor to his new concubine (and daughter, something that Lindsay knew about, even if Emma didn't). That left her the next one in power, and Priscilla was willing to seize what power she could.

The hiss, the aggressive body language, the wild eyes of this young piece did nothing to unnerve the emperor, but his displeasure in the thing was clear upon his face. A scowl was the response Ziva would get, and if it wasn't for his daughter beating him to be the first to speak, Ostorious Marcellus would likely have ordered a spear to be stuck up the trollop's backend till it jutted from her teeth -- no one disrespected him, not even an animal. But she spoke, and with a glare at the girl he let it be. He was still surprised Caelia had expressed an interest in this foreigner; if this was what would help the young woman come out of her shell, then so be it. "If your taste indeed runs for the fairer sex, dearest, do see you develop better taste." He continued his firm look toward the girl as the guards dragged her off. "My lord," Roscius began. He glanced only briefly to Ziva as she was dragged off kicking and yelling unintelligibly. Looking back to the emperor, he continued, "My apologies. She had not proved so difficult before just now. I'll see to it that Princess Caelia's wish be carried out," with a polite nod to her. "Would you care to adjourn after that display, or shall we continue?" "Continue," he said, answering right away. "I would not let such a beast soil my day. But perhaps we should find something more pleasant to fill our time with. Tell me, you said something of another girl?" "Yes, my emperor. There is a young lady to see you this morning -- lovely face, buxom bosom. She is the daughter of the head of the merchant's guild, Quinctilius Petra. He is here as well to present her." "Very well," Marcellus replied with a wave of a hand, a smile on his face, "send them in."

Priscilla watched her father bobbing and scraping for the emperor, and she nearly smiled. Nearly, because she too wished to climb further in the social strata, and the only way to do so was by obeying the emperor's commands. If it meant that she had to perform tasks that most would find unseemly, well, that was to be expected. Priscilla knew she couldn't become a concubine, nor did she wish to, but she certainly hoped to advance herself enough to be a presence in the court. The girl's eyes darted to the princess, and she licked her lips. For Lindsay was thinking of a scene later on. Oh, if only Emma knew how many lesbian scenes they'd written in for the princess character. Lindsay knew she got at least one particularly kinky one, and there was a planned contest between her and another girl later as well. Time enough for that later. Priscilla felt something wet touching her shoulder, and she turned to see the red splashed against her speckled white skin. Her breath was coming short as she stared at the emperor, admiring the man's sexuality. The cast was most certainly sensual; they'd done remarkably well at that. So while Lindsay might not be looking forward to seeing each of these people naked, she was certainly looking forward to performing with them, if not as much as a certain Southern belle. "I remember you quite fondly, my emperor," she said, careful not to take her father's blessing of name. She was already trembling from the pleasures, and glad that she favored older men as well as girls. This applied to both character and actress, and both were smiling at her father. "We've never been quite that close, but I really should give my father a proper sendoff." Without any more warning, she sauntered toward him, dropping gracefully to her knees. Her skilled hands extracted Quinctillus' cock from his toga, admiring the thing while her hands worked it. Priscilla moaned with the heady pleasure, mostly at knowing she was doing this before the truly lecherous emperor. It was what needed to be done to advance; she would do it. In fact, a hand was moving to undo the top of her toga, baring those pale breasts to the air. Emma jerked as she heard the line, almost forgetting that she was actually in character. Caelia smiled at her father, putting on a pleasant face. Thankfully, both actress and character were supposed to be slightly uncomfortable, but still willing enough to take perch upon the lap, which she did so now. The toga was tugged to cover things, as Caelia remained the bastion of proper behavior in this den of debauchery.

"Ahh, Quinctilius!" The emperor actually rose from the throne where he'd sat, greeting the man while standing on both feet, which made for something of an uncommon moment in the throne room. Smiling, he'd started toward the man, but before he could reach the end of the platform of even say another word both the older merchant and his daughter were kneeling. Marcellus fell quiet; he knew well and enjoyed this ritual often, how people addressed him, but this time he allowed it simply to not unnerve the pair. When they were done he took a step or two more forward, descending the single-stepped platform himself. "Rise, friend, rise," plucking the man's arm with his free hand, lightly urging the movement. "How long has it been? Five months? Seven? You mustn't come greet me by standing onceremony, dear friend," all said with a warm chuckle and a lighthearted smile. In truth, the men were more good acquaintances than friends, but their respective roles as Emperor of Rome and Head of the Merchant's Guild encouraged a pleasant rapport. Additionally, though Marcellus was tactful enough to not look at the girl directly yet, he was well aware of what was being offered him, and that certainly had an affect on the man's mood. "My lord," Quinctilius said excitedly, rising to a stand. "Are you -- is this alright?" "Of course it is," Marcellus explained, "but whatisn'talright is this 'my lord' business," he leaning in a bit, a half-whisper, adding emphasis. "I have a sparse few close enough to me, behind all the acting, behind the politics, to be considered friends. These men, they may call me Ostorious. And a gift like such? I received a herald several days past, the messenger you sent announcing you would come. What sort of man would I be if you came, bearing your owndaughter, and I not consider you one of these friends?" Smiling widely again, his voice rose back to its full, and an arm wrapped around the merchant's shoulder. "So it is Ostorious!" "I- Y-yes, my lord! I mean, thank you," a hesitant pause, "Ostorious! You do me a great honor." "No less than you do me," he said, removing his arm to give the salt-and-pepper redhead a friendly poke to the chest. "In fact, tomorrow you are an honored guest. I am having a feast tomorrow eve. You and your daughter are both invited to share the same table as I." "My lord!" Quinctilius smiled brilliantly. Out of an uncertainly of what to do with his hands, the man simple held them together above the rounding of his stomach, rapping his fingers together gradually. "It would be a delight! And perhaps then we could speak some of opening up the northern border to allow caravans through again? You had said some time ago that when the recent war ended the guard on the border could be rela-" "Yes, yes. Tomorrow! Tomorrow, my friend, lest we forget about the beautiful peach which you have brought me!" "A-ah, yes, m-my apologies," he said with a chuckle. "Yes, yes. I never doubted that you do remember. But yes. This is Priscilla, my dear friend. I would give my darling daughter as a gift, to further the decadence of you and your court, if you would have her," all said with a slight, polite bow. "Hello Priscilla," Marcellus said, plucking the girl's hand and raising it to his lips for a kiss. He smiled wide, staring right into her eyes the entire time. "I do remember you. Do you remember me? You were only nine at the time we last met. ...Do you share your father's wishes of joining me and my court? Or does your heart reside elsewhere?" At the mention of her heart, right on cue, the emperor's eyes dropped shamelessly to the cleavage she so generously bore. And, also on cue, he 'accidentally' tipped his wine glass forward, allowing a bit of the purple liquid to dash upon Priscilla's left shoulder, where it quickly began dripping down past her collar bone. Marcellus was quick to lean in close, tilting his head so that he might lick it up, shame having no place in Rome. Not when it meant foregoing pleasure. His tongue snaked past a set of wide, grinning lips in a slow trace up the developed young woman's pale, exposed skin, licking the drop of wine up the trail whence it came. Soon enough Lindsay would be paired with someone else, but for now, the man had to admit, this first scene was one he'd been looking forward to, giving himself and his acting abilities to it fully. When he reached the top of her shoulder his tongue stopped, but the closeness didn't. Raising his lips then to Priscilla's left ear, Emperor Marcellus spoke to her in a close, warm-breathed whisper, his mouth right upon her, "If this is truly your wish to be here, to be a part of all this -- yours, not merely your father's -- then I would like for you to show me." Grinning, "But ah, how?... You know what comes to mind? You may not see much of your father from now on, if you stay here with me, little Priscilla. You'll be quite busy with...courtly affairs." His free hand reached behind her, caressing the pale white skin the toga left open on her upper back. "So why not give him a proper send off, mm? Have you ever taken him into your lips before, dear? ...I think a daughter that loves her father is a beautiful thing." The camera was on both their faces, hers from the front and his from the side. Standing, straightening himself, his voice picked back up to its normal volume, no longer a whisper, "Oh, and do feel free to pull down your upper half if you find things are getting a bit...hot. It looks like you have some lovely tits, Priscilla. Why deny the room of them?" Leaving her on that question, Marcellus smiled wickedly and turned, heading back to his throne. He retook his seat, settling in for a show. "Beloved daughter, would you care to sit on Daddy's lap?" A sip of wine, and a wide, wicked smile.

Caelia yelped slightly at being dragged back, but quickly smiled, wanting to play it off as playful surprise. It wasn't playful surprise that came from feeling that thing pressing against her rear now. It was only half-hard now, but Emma was betting that every actor here was baring a weapon between their legs, if Priscilla's "father" was any indication. The girl was trying to think of a way out of this, but settled on simply following the script. The show must go on, and all that. Emma did take some solace in the fact that shehadgotten a pair of panties approved. It had taken a lot of wheeling and dealing, but there was no way that Emma was going to play the slutty character that didn't wear anything. She argued that as a royal, she'd have access to silken undergarments and would wear them as a status symbol. As a result, she got to wear white silken panties that only seemed to further enhance her innocent schoolgirl facade. Still, they proved a thin barrier against things. Priscilla, meanwhile, had sunk at least half her father's impressive cock into her mouth. He'd almost immediately sprang to full length, as was to be expected when a sexy girl started playing with him. Also expected was the impressive girth and length of him. The man wasn't as well endowed as some of the actors, but likely possessed an impressive enough member to earn some appreciation from the actress. You could be expecting it, to be sure, but it was highly unlikely that he'd been expecting what Lindsay was doing to him. The girl was an oral expert, and her tongue swirled about now, tracing patterns that most contortionists would be proud to manage. Advantage of being bisexual: Lots of time to practice orally pleasing people. Lips sucked tight, forming a vacuum seal, and cheeks collapsed upon it. The whole length of him vanished into that seal, and Priscilla was able to hold it for some time, her breasts heaving obscenely below. The words were Lindsay's cue, and she pulled away, grinning up at her father. A little strand of saliva connected her pretty lips to his cock, and her hand continued to work it even as she spoke her lines: "I'm doing as my emperor commands, father. You want a fond memory of your daughter to leave with, don't you? Besides, we do as we are commanded." Though it was quite clear that Lindsay was going above and beyond the call of duty. Her tongue swirled about, teasing and lathering attention and affection upon the shaft. Her teeth dragged along the shaft as she pulled up, before letting it pop out of her mouth. She blew upon it for a bit, her hand continuing to pump, before again encircling her mouth around it, sinking down. Miley had been good at giving a blowjob; Lindsay was a fuckingmaster.

Yet the bastion that she was had now perched herself upon the lap of the very lion who ruled this den. As she settled upon his knee Marcellus slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her more fully onto him with his arm. This brought Caelia not only right up against his chest and hips, but to the center of his lap, where she would find herself seated upon an arousal that was mild now, and consistently growing as he watched the scene continue over Caelia's shoulder. As the man's mind slipped in and out of character, he soon became quite hard beneath her, unable to escape the realization that this wasn't just a script, that he legitimately had Emma Watson perched upon his lap, and that they were going to sit like this while they watched Lindsay Lohan gobble a thick, fat cock. And if all that wasn't enough to make the moment a fun one, it wasn't like these togas restricted the rising of his member beneath her in any realistic way, nor did actor or actress get to wear any sort of modest undergarments beneath their loose clothing. Everything was about method acting with this director they had, not only on the set, but even back in their trailers; heck, he'd even heard rumor that in the actress' contracts they weren't allowed to wear so much as even a pair of panties that he hadn't personally approved! "I want you to watch this, sweetheart," he whispered, using the same lustful tone he'd whispered to Priscilla with a moment ago. "I want you to see how a big girl acts when she really loves her father." His hand smoothed back and forth upon her belly, caressing over the fabric of Princess Caelia's toga. Watching the scene from over her shoulder, he grinned. Those tits, big, beautiful, and milky white... "She's beautiful, isn't she? Priscilla will make an excellent addition to the women in our court, don't you think?" Meanwhile, the girl's father was in absolute shock. Here was his daughter, his darling, his little girl, who without so much as a warning had dropped to her knees and reached to her father's pants, snaking his flaccid shaft from within his trousers. "P-Priscilla!" He stammered her name, looking quickly down to the top of her head, then immediately over to the emperor. Then back to her. Then to the several dozen men and women all lounging about the open room, some engaged in their own flirtations and light touching, some watching the scene before them with interest; incest was not forbidden in Rome, but it certainly was a topic that got people talking, and Priscilla Petra sucking off her own father right in front of the emperor, the princess and half the senate would certainly be the talk of every local tavern by the next forty-eight hours. The actor, for his part, of course knew this was going to happen, but you wouldn't know it by looking at his shocked face -- the man was acting, and acting well. What he wasn't doing, however, was pushing her away. Hewasbecoming hard within her lips, and hewaslooking down past her head, to a pair of full breasts that she bared for the entire room. A short, heady moan passed from his lips. Then a whispered, "P-Priscilla, what are you-" But it cut off. His hands had been held open and at his sides, unsure what to do with them. While his eyes continued to look around confusedly, occasionally glancing down at the pale-skinned chest and the head already bobbing away, one palm came up to lightly cup the back of her head, though it made no motion to lessen or quicken her pace. His legs quivered, knees slightly bent, but the man stood, breathing louder and louder astheLindsay Lohan set about wetting his erect length with her hot mouth.

Caelia shifted again, feeling her father's mounting arousal growing behind her, just rubbing against her. While the actor playing the merchant might be having difficulties, it seemed like the actor playing the emperor could hold himself for quite a while, especially with a beautiful starlet perched on his lap while they essentially watched porn. Emma knew that she was supposed to stay watching the scene, but what Lindsay was doing was appalling to her. Worse, she could feel a part of her getting slightly aroused by the sheer sensuality of it all, and she fought desperately against that feeling. On the other hand, Lindsay was thoroughly enjoying herself. The script and the other actors hadn't anticipated Priscilla to nearly attack her father. In fact, had this been Mila or Emma on their knees, it likely would have taken some time. However, it was Lindsay, and she was sucking at that cock like she would draw the cum out through sheer force of will. Her lips continued to seal tightly about it, while she once more dived down, taking the thing in its entirety. A hand rose up then, playing with Quinctillius' balls. They jiggled and toyed with the sac, massaging it gently for a few moments. Another hand was moving back, and a finger was just toying with the old man's anal cavity, getting ready to prod his prostrate. Clearly Priscilla fully intended her father to cum, cum soon, and cum hard. Those eyes danced with mischief as she began humming along the cock, letting the vibrations course along its length.

Harder than even his cock, the middle-aged actor was suddenly finding it tremendously difficult to stay in character. Briefly he wondered what would happen if he blew it, figurativelyorliterally, and they had to reshoot the scene. But he tried, tried hard to think of something else. Of anything else, anything other than Lindsay Lohan down on her knees, blowing the fuck out of his dick. Groaning heavily, his left palm placed on a column, fingers outstretched, gripping the white marble as he began to lean heavily. Breathing quick, his face red, he looked over to the emperor, his own face asked the question that his mouth could not. "What is the matter, dear Quinctilius?" Marcellus grinned openly, his voice light and jovial. "Do not be afraid to enjoy your daughter. She is stunning, and you should be proud at the skill she is already displaying -- do not deny her the beautiful experience of having a belly fully of the very seed that created her." He then lowered his voice to a whisper, to his own daughter's left ear. "Do you see this, my sweet? Will you not do something as that for me? Do you not desire to add to the familial love we share with something so wonderful as intimacy?" Caelia's left earlobe was snatched then, lightly, between his teeth, to which he then nibbled. Quinctilius looked back to his daughter, every breath adorned with an 'ooh' or an 'unngh.' What she'd said...if he'd had time to comprehend it, for this to all settle and to really get into the moment, he would have surely taken her mouth with more enthusiasm than he stood there with now. But, for now, the man stood, allowing her to please their lord emperor, thighs quivering, legs buckling just from the way she used her tongue. The sight of the saliva connecting her lip and his dick head in a drooping rope had made the man's sac twitch, almost having him cum on Lindsay's pretty face right then and there, but he'd managed to hold back. The hand on the back of her head never went beyond caressing her hair, but his hips did begin to move back and forth, not nearly as fast as her head was bobbing, but nonetheless it was moving in a slow rhythm. "Y-yes, my Priscilla," he whispered in a heady tone, "m-make His Grace happy... We do whatever he commands us..." Softly, weakly, breathing as he spoke, "W-whatever he commands... nnghh..." The hand continued to pet the back of her hair, beloved and cherished.

The emperor's shifting wasn't going unnoticed by his daughter. Caelia could feel her father's arousal growing with each passing moment, the daunting hardness beginning to press against her taut backside. Hands were caressing her flesh though, touching that soft skin and lavishing attentions upon her. Caelia shifted slightly, wishing there was a comfortable, tactful way out of this horridly uncomfortable situation. A hand settled on her stomach, and she nearly shivered. Then, to add further to the obscenity of it all, he began speaking into her ear, forcing her attention upon the scene before her. Caelia swallowed and licked her lips; there was wanton delight in what lay before her, though she hardly wanted it for herself. Meanwhile, Priscilla was giving herself wholeheartedly to her current actions. Her father kept jerking, his hips moving spasmodically. They'd discussed how Priscilla might have had to do something untoward for the emperor, and it had been made clear that she would do what it took to advance them. However, clearly Quinctillus hadn't expected something like this. Lindsay couldn't help but wonder if even the actor was surprised, since the script didn't exactly say "and Lindsay gives him the blowjob of his life." She slurped almost greedily upon the cock, even letting her lips pull away with a pop, smacking them and smiling up at her father. If her lips pulled away, her hand worked the shaft, squeezing and stroking him, continuing to give him attention. Then a groan, grips on her hair, and Lindsay knew her actions were about to be rewarded. The sudden insertion of the finger was what sent the poor man spiraling over the edge. Despite being ready for it, Lindsay nearly choked on the first blast of cum, and was getting ready to swallow it as it came, only to hear the line from the emperor. Hold it? Priscilla fought to gather the creamy white in her mouth. A hand went up to her lips, pushing a little loose cum between them and dabbing the area in general. Coyly, Priscilla reached over and ran her hand along her father's remarkably clean cock, giving his head one last squeeze. She then quickly made her way over to her emperor. Caelia had remained completely quiet, almost stiff, and had watched the obscene scene playing out before her eyes. Then Priscilla was moving closer to her, and within moments, the redhead was kneeling before them both. Those freckled breasts were quite clearly on display, and something about that seemed even more obscene than what happened next. For Lindsay opened her mouth, showing a mouthful of white liquid with a pink tongue swirling in the middle. A brief moment, enough time to ensure that it was scene, and Lindsay closed, swallowed several times, and opened again, showing a clear mouth. It took all Emma had not to vomit.

As the display before them carried on so too did the emperor's affection for his own daughter increase. Even in public like this, which was just as comfortable a setting as being in private for many Romans, he made no denial of the arousal beneath the renowned actress' bottom. The man wore nothing beneath the toga, per their director, and the toga itself did little to hinder the masculine need. It not only pressed up against the starlet, it pressed up firm, his hands on her body even encouraging her against it moreso. One hand, his right arm, wrapped around the front of the princess' waist, resting his palm lightly on the bone of the opposite side. The other, his left hand, pressed its strong, flat palm upon her belly, where it smoothed up and down, or left and right, caressing the firm, feminine expanse. Were this not enough, Marcellus' hot breath danced against the innard of her ear as he whispered, eyes forward at the display, "Breathtaking, isn't it? How beautiful a woman can look when she sets inhibitions aside, embracing the physical pleasure her body was so genuinely crafted for..." Quinctilius' position couldn't have been more opposite, his mind split. This was his own daughter! He had raised her, cared for her all her life, and now here she was, sitting on her knees with her tits out in a room full of people, gobbling her own father's cock. ...Why couldn't she have done this sooner? The merchant's fingers laced into his young daughter's hair. For all his hesitations, for all his uncertainties, he didn't even question the how or why of such an expert display of dick sucking coming from his little girl. They had the emperor's encouragement -- nay, the emperor's order! The awkward hesitance lasted, but not for much longer, and even then, it was so quickly drowned out by the moment that it might as well not even be. "Priscilla," he groaned the name headily. To think, to speak to his own seed in such a tone! But it was all out the window now. She was bobbing like a harlot from the docks, intent on his nut, and intent on it now. The red-and-gray heavyset man bucked in tune with her lips, fucking his own baby girl in the mouth, and every time her cheeks hollowed, every time she pulled her lips back and hollowed them in, with every single bob, already Quinctilius could feel the wrenching in his gut, the tightening of his balls. When she cupped his balls, caressing them, playing with them, another audible, deep groan passed through his lips. All he could do was continue to grip her hair and pump against her mouth. They hadn't discussed things beforehand, really, but the actor knew this was Lindsay's scene -- much as he wanted to drop character and seriously fuck this girl in the face, this was the most he could do. Even with this, he could only grip her hair with one hand, the other against the nearby pillar, leaning upon it, so as not to block the camera. Mindblowing as this was, to be getting paid to get his dick sucked byLindsay Lohan, he was conscious enough to be sure the camera could capture the way her cheeks hollowed and how the saliva lewdly dripped with every cock-hungry bob. Then the finger came, probing into his ass. He hadn't expected that, actor and character both. He'd been a stage actor before this, off-Broadway; the fact that he didn't break character right then and there was a testament to the middle-aged man's experience. "Nnhng--ggnnnhh!" It came, literally, out of nowhere. All at once, hard spurt following hard spurt crashing against the back of the teen's throat. Quinctilius' jaw was low, his mouth open wide, but no words came out. His backside clenched tight. His calves flexed, and his hands both white-knuckle gripped at whatever they could, marble pillar and red-hued hair both. "Splendid!" Emperor Marcellus didn't even wait until the orgasm was through. An ear-to-ear grin accompanied a voice that rose back to its normal level, allowing himself to be heard from his and his Caelia's place on the throne. "Do you see that, dear?" He spoke to the princess, though loud enough that the merchant girl would hear the compliment, "What a wonderful child, to love her father so." Smiling past her shoulder, looking over to Priscilla now, "Ah-ah! Do not swallow it yet, my dear! Come. Come, come kneel before the throne. Come on up, it's alright." Grinning, his eyes on Priscilla, the emperor's hand smoothed down from Caelia's belly to the top of her left thigh now, where it gently began to rub. "I would like to see your mouth, before and after. Wouldn't you, too, Caelia dear?"

Again, Caelia winced at her father's words, not to mention her disgust at what Priscilla was doing. Several of the onlookers might be impressed, and one or two were even discussing their appointed turns with the merchant's daughter, but the princess was most certainly not among their number. Nor was she particularly thrilled that her father kept caressing her. Emma recalled that the emperor was supposed to be overly affectionate toward his daughter, but she hadn't realized that the actions would be quite this overt. She was beginning to wonder if she should talk to her agent, see if she could get out of this mess before it grew to be too much. More praises for the slutty merchant girl, and then Caelia was finally allowed to rise, which she did so with a princess's grace. "I think I shall, Father," she said, bowing to her emperor. Emma traded a last look with Lindsay, who grinned in an almost disturbing manner. Then the Brit was venturing off screen, to be prepped for her next scene. Meanwhile, Priscilla was sliding her hand within her emperor's, following his instructions. "I try, your highness," said she, inclining her head respectfully toward the man. She kept her head bowed as he explained her duties. Priscilla hadn't heard them directly before, but she was among the most savvy of the characters, and knew full well what was to be expected of her. While she wasn't exactly enthused by the prospect of so much debauchery, she was more than willing to do it. Hence the nod of acceptance. "I'm certain I can prove my worth," she said. A leaned in head spoke words then, discussing privileges, letting her know that she simply had to show at the emperor's chambers. Priscilla said nothing, but she tilted her head toward him, her eyes and mouth taking on a decidedly sensual appearance. Her expression hesitated for a moment, before she took a step back. Again, her expression turned sensual, as her arms raised. The slick toga slid off her body, baring her trimmed frame. Freckles dotted the paled skin, nearly making her look catlike. The costumers had told the various starlets that their bodies must also reflect their station as much as possible. Meaning that Lindsay's bush had a neatly trimmed appearance to it, but still showed some hints of red fur above her pouting nether lips. The girl's body looked scrumptious, and considering her recent performance, several were certainly considering partaking. The redhead nodded toward the emperor, thanking him for his grace and majesty, before heading to stroll into the crowd. According to the script, Lindsay was supposed to mill about the people, entertaining both. This was her first time to showcase her status as the bisexual character, meaning she immediately went between a couple, kissing first the female, then the male, both with passion most unseemly. Yes, she was certain to be a hit at the court.

"Fantastic!" The emperor's face beamed. His lips grinned. As she swallowed, first showing the royal family her mouthful of sperm, then again displaying naught but a simple tongue encased within a set of teeth, Marcellus' eyes connected directly with hers. "You see that, sweetheart? Such a good girl, taking care of her father's needs. So selfless..." His palm caressed the top of Caelia's thigh, bare skin smoothing upon bare skin. It did not delve inward, though. The man's desire for his daughter was clear as the day, but so too was the fact that he could order it of her if he wanted -- he didn't want to. He wantedherto want him. "Wonderful, Priscilla," he spoke to the merchant girl again now, eyes on hers the entire time. His smile was an ever-wicked one. "With a desire to please such as you've already displayed, I have a feeling you will fit in quite swimmingly." His hands began to move on Caelia's body. The one left her thigh and the other her waist, both going to her hips, encasing them in his palms. "Alright sweetie, time to get up." He placed a familiar kiss lightly on her jaw. In an equally gentle tone, he continued, "Up. Daddy's got a new servant girl to tend to." One hand left her hip to give her outer thigh and backside a few gentle pats. This was as good an excuse as any to continue touching her, as if he truly needed such. Once she was risen he also stood behind her. Flashing Priscilla a smile, the emperor turned to Caelia for a moment, "Why not get started on things with your own recent acquisition? Our dealistime-sensitive, after all." He was back to Priscilla then, looking to her, bending a knee to reach down and pluck her by the hand. "Rise," he spoke softly, standing back up himself, guiding the young girl to do the same with a smile. "My my, youcertainlyhave impressed." A kiss to the back of her hand, eyes still set upon hers. "What say we get you started? Really...get the balls rolling. As one of the lady members of my court, Priscilla, dear, your duty is to any of the other members who desire anything from you, in whatever such vagueness may entail. Mm. Sexual acts, of course. Massages. Serving trays of food and drink. Cleaning the floors, helping in the kitchen...but, oh, those are the things you do when you are able. I have a feeling those will typically fall upon some of the others -- that there shall be a liking taken to you, and more time taken on your back or your knees than actually upon those feet." Marcellus stepped in close, then. He stepped in close, behind her, and just to her left side; with his left hand he still held hers, and with his right he reached around Priscilla's back, placing his palm on the right side of her belly, partially upon the skin beneath her breasts, partially upon the toga she still wore. "These are the extent of your duties," he spoke on a warmly-breathed whisper, leaning in right up against the girl's ear now. "As for privileges...if you would like to show your emperor what you arefullycapable of, you simply need show up at his chambers, ready to perform." A grin. "For now, though, I would not have any lady of my court dressed in any but what has been provided her. Step free of all you wear. Hand these things off to your father, and bid him goodbye for now, Priscilla. You'll see him again, of course, do not worry yourself with such, but you no longer have a need for any of your 'old' belongings. All will be provided for you." "When this is done," he continued after momentary pause, "why not mingle?" His hands removed themselves. "Such a buxom, eager young thing as yourself...something tells me you'll make some acquaintancesratherfast." Smirking, his eyes pored over the room. She'd already gained the attention of most of the people with her display so far. The rest? Well, she hadn't even gottennakedyet.

If anyone wouldn't care about "bad press," it was Miss Lindsay Lohan. The girl's life had become something of a running joke for years, and she'd rather be known for audaciously diving into a role here than for being a strung out drug addict or desperate lesbian wannabe. Who cared if it was all really a vague excuse to have some Hollywood elites naked and squirming? Certainly Lindsay didn't; she was nearly enjoying it. Priscilla certainly would be serving the emperor well, though her actress knew that she wouldn't be the jewel in the man's eye. That role had gone to another, though Lindsay was more than happy with what she got. Priscilla got to engage in the most bisexual antics out of all the characters, save perhaps the near lesbian servant girl, and in exchange for truly raunchy scenes of that nature, Lindsay got to avoid the bestiality that may very well become the staple of the princess and the mistress. For now, Priscilla was enjoying her selections. She was already tugging at Licinia's toga, even as she altered her kisses with the available man. Priscilla was fully aware that more walls of flesh were coming in, and she grinned as she looked about, her eyes dancing. "Now now," she said, her voice teasing. Her hands were already crawling over Licinia, and she was adjusting the servant girl purposefully. "Ladies first. I'll make sure to get to everyone who wants to." She leaned over Licinia, "You don't have to worry aboutmerunning out of energy." Then the redhead would pull the servant girl in, drawing her and removing that pesky toga. Meanwhile, her hands had found Flavinus' member, which she dragged forward. The thick thing would soon be wedged between both girl's bodies, as Priscilla pulled the girl in. The cock had become the meat in their sandwich, and flesh would soon be sliding and grinding over it. Priscilla was already more than willing to show her eagerness to tend to the court's needs, as her wandering hands were seeking out whatever sexual organs she could find. Soon, all would descend into a near unrecognizable orgy of flesh, with a redhead actress at the center, enjoying every minute of it.

She would be a hit at court, a hit on talk shows, a hit on the news... 'Lindsay Lohan proudly engages in bisexual porn' would be the headlines, with people adamantly debating whether there was artistic merit to the show, that this was all just properly, and bravely depicting the day and age, or if it was all some poorly veiled excuse to showcase mainstream actresses and actors in a pornographic sense. ...What did it matter? Everyone would be getting laid, everyone was being paid well, and each of these young women would be a name known in every household. Everybody won. Everyone except for Quinctilius. Well, there was the fact that his sac had just been emptied, that a generous load of his spunk was now sitting in his little girl's belly, but that wonderful high also served to accentuate the empty look in his face when he watched her and the emperor talking, realizing it would be some time before he saw her again. Would she have blown him all this time? Likethat? How much had been for his sake, and how much had been for the pleasure of their Lord Emperor? He watched the two of them talk, dumbfounded. He watched his daughter's expression change. He watched her body shift, and her toga completely fall. Then he couldn't help but take glimpse of that neat red bush before she turned from her father, unknowingly giving him only that teasing glance that would accompany his thoughts for months to come, and walked off. Emperor Marcellus gave the girl's pale right cheek a pair of playful pats as she scampered off toward the others. Grinning, a grin that was warm and wicked both, he kept his eyes on Priscilla's bare, freckled back and her rear end as he knelt, taking up her discarded clothing. He didn't look away until he stood, making his way to the merchant -- a man whose generositycertainlyhad placed him in the Emperor's favor. He looked to Quinctilius' face, grinning, grasping the man on a shoulder while holding out the clothes to him with his opposite hand. These had been Priscilla's, before she officially belonged to Marcellus, in the same way that any other at court was his to bid and command, and thus these clothes, of her former life, remained possessions of her old owner, of her father. It took a moment for Quinctilius to even pull his eyes away from the ongoing scene however. It didn't occur until Priscilla had been surrounded by a group of several, thus cutting off his view. At that point he turned to Marcellus, saw the garb, and nodded, accepting it with a long, lost face and nary a word. As for the girl herself, the chosen pair couldn't have been more excited that she came their way. They had been standing, conversing playfully, the man, Senator Aelius Flavinus, a man of portly girth and only moderate height, with a hand on the waist of a modest-bodied brunette. She'd stood there with a silver platter with similarly silver, elegantly gilded long-stemmed cups and a pitcher balanced with one hand and a shoulder while they'd spoke. Her body was pretty, but average, with simple hips and a short toga that, per her emperor's command, had its right strap down, her small b-cup breast in open view. Her face was a lovely one, though, which, combined with her sweet, shy voice, had been the reasons for her invitation to such an entitled position. The young woman, Licinia, blushed up until her face was hidden to the camera by the side and back of Priscilla's head as they kissed, though it soon returned promptly after, the blush even deeper. Aelius, her counterpart, couldn't be more excited by the redhead coming over; his one hand left Licinia's slim waist, both hands moving to each side of Priscilla's. As they kissed, his mouth grinning something wicked, several others, mostly men, but a few of the half-clothed female servants they'd been speaking with as well, formed a bit of a curious circle around the three. Lindsay's naked shoulders, back, butt and legs all started to become obscured to the camera as arms, legs and upper bodies clouded together, but that made for a fun shot the director kept for a long several seconds -- the naked actress disappearing within the small crowd, as if engulfed by it. A slightly raised shot was switched to momentarily, while several cameras came in close, peeking over the shoulders of these extras. Not a single titillating angle nor a solitary drop of cum would be missed.

The sheer decadence of what they did intoxicated Priscilla. It was as if she'd spent years restraining herself, not allowing the true vixen to come unleashed upon the world. At least, this is what it would appear to the audience. In truth, Lindsay was relishing the opportunity to tease and flirt, and especially to drag this obviously reluctant girl into something of an orgy almost immediately. Priscilla undulated against her fellow feminine lover, her hands running along sides to stoke a fire. With a great display of dexterity and awareness, the girl reached out to stroke the incoming senator, her hand rolling till it hit the combined flesh of the two females. "I'm the hottest thing you'll ever touch," breathed Priscilla. She looked over at the senator, her smile a combination of arrogance and lust. Her hand continued to stroke his member, working it up with easy rolls of the wrist. She could already feel his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pushing her even closer to the other female part of this. His teeth had graced her earlobe as well, and she rewarded him with a loud, throaty moan, one that was certain to be picked up by nearby microphones. Priscilla descended upon Licinia then, her lips seizing the girl's. Teeth grasped plump flesh, dragging the girl's mouth open for the seizing. Lindsay's tongue soon dominated the other woman's mouth, taking full control over her and the situation. That dextrous muscle flicked the dull one within, coaxing it to life, to dance together. Meanwhile, Priscilla's hands had traveled down. Clearly Flavinus was into their actions, possibly even more enthused than the redhead. However, the brunette needed... convincing. Thin fingers began teasing around a sex, fluttering about. The nails dragged along the sensitive flesh of the inner thigh, before coming to the nether lips. Priscilla leaned forward, her mouth dominating the other woman as her fingers slid inside the girl. They quickly spread, scissoring the insides even as they began thrusting. Her other hand was not lax. It continued to stroke Flavinus, actually increasing in pace as the assault on the brunette continued. Priscilla pointed the head toward their writhing bodies, using their undulations to provide further friction for them both. The redhead now had both her partners in hand, and was using those talented digits to what was likely to be great effect.

Licinia officially wasn't the newest servant girl anymore, though despite today's addition, in truth she'd still only been doing this for a week, maybe two. She'd lost her innocence in a perverted game of the Emperor's choosing the day she no longer would be a fishmonger's daughter, and though she'd accepted her role of expected lovemaking to any who wish her company in the weeks since, this was only her second actual orgy. The girl's face flushed brilliantly. Her skimpy attire lowered at the redhead's hands. She felt lips upon lips. She felt bare chest upon bare chest. She felt Priscilla's buxom breasts pressing firmly into her more modest. Her slender fingers slid over top one of the other girl's hands, giving the back of her palm a gentle, momentary squeeze. For what reason she was not entirely sure. It just held there a moment, and squeezed a bit more over Priscilla's palm when she felt the warmth of a shaft between them, sandwiched between their bellies. Flavinus was not the timid sort; rather, the man was in pure delight. He grinned wickedly. He chuckled openly. His cock, which had already been aroused, now pulsed with full-bodied excitement when Priscilla fished it out of his pants and began stroking. When she brought her and Licinia's bodies around it, the man's palms reached around, gripping into the far side of either girl's hips. He snickered as he leaned in, unpleasant breath dancing a freckled neck -- this was a man of stature, of wealth, of a life where personal appearance was not so pivotal as what he brought to the court. Such was the case for a number of the men here, though not all, born into a lifestyle where inherited wealth and their family's position afforded them greatly. His breath danced upon that pale shoulder and neck and his hands gripped on each girl's far hip. "Well if you aren't the most desirable thing I've seen come in here in some time..." he snickered in a whisper. Each hand dropped, then, one gripping firmly to Licinia's far buttcheek, fingers fully splayed, the other digging into Priscilla's. The cameras made sure to get as much of his as they realistically could. Some cameramen were mixed in with the crowd, catching what shots they might through the space between bodies. Some were raised up on platforms, getting above-crowd views, and even a complete top-down view. One guy was even filming between peoples' legs, for the interesting shot of the trio standing together from just that point of view. The director made the silent motion for one side of the crowd to move away, and that's where the magic of television came in; the actors would continue as they had, acting, acting like a bunch of Romans starting up an orgy, and now a pair of cameramen could stand freely on an open side of the crowd. People viewing this later on would know nothing; such was the job of the editing room, cutting this all together in a way that would be steamy and seamless. ...What a hard task that would be. Kisses between the girls started off as peppered, a blushing Licinia placing quick, light peck after quick, light peck upon Priscilla's lips. Flavinus was not new to the lifestyle, and as such, far more aggressive, gripping firm to each's backside while his teeth made way to finding an earlobe. Somewhere along the way the platter and drinks the brunette had been carrying lost their balance in her arms, spilling to the floor. It was somewhere along the way, as nobody truly seemed to care; she'd be tasked with taking to her knees and cleaning it up later, afterward. The girl's free hand reached up to timidly, but bravely reach behind the new girl's neck, hooking itself there. Flavinus, not to be left out, chuckled and asked, "So would you care for it first? Or do you look to taste it after I've had your new friend here?"

Team Kurenai had been picked since they were around the age of the shinobi sent. It did not help that Team Gai was out on a mission and Team Kakashiwell, they were sorting out their own issues and were pretty much off of the grid. It almost seemed like they were the last resort. Even if there was a Hyuuga on Team Kurenai, one of the most influential clans in the village, it was Hinata. As the time for the meeting of the Kumo-nin approached, the sound of kunai, barking, growling and Kibas shouting could be heard from one of the training fields as Team Kurenai did some last minute training before they had an extra shinobi added to their squad. Hinata sighed as she sat under a tree watching Shino and Kiba spar. It was amazing to see how the two boys could maneuver especially using their respective animals. They were about to start another round...or at least start from the small breather that Kiba had taken when she stood up, "Ano...Kiba-kun...Shino-kun...we should head to the gate now." she called out. During the entire sparring match, Kiba was complaining about the shinobi that was coming from Kumogakure, he kept insisting that this punk was a spy. Either wayit is an assignment from Tsunade-samma and Kurenai-sensei. Shino muttered as he held out a finger and watched a bug land, We should hurryhes close. He added as the bug crawled into his jacket. The bug had not sensed anything bad from this shinobi, but he stayed quiet. If he mentioned no evil vibes, Hinata would let her already low guard down and Kiba would bluntly try to find fault with the guy. The range of the newbie seemed to spark a nerve in Kiba as he hopped onto Akamaru, Ill go greet him! he shouted as the large dog ran off leaving Shino and Hinata to follow. The two were just running up to Kiba, who was sitting on top of Akamaru trying to look importantand mean, when the gates opened. Kibas eyes narrowed, Akamaru growled, Shino merely stayed silent while Hinata looked at the boy with a small blush as she bowed while trying to catch her breath, Anowelcome to Konohagakure Hiryu-san. I am Hinata Hyuuga and I will be one of your teammates. This is before she could finish the introductions, Kiba growled. Im Kibathis is Akamaru and the quiet guy is Shino. He finished before he looked at Hinata with a look she knew all too well, Be careful

It was a strange day for the shinobi of Kumogakure, especially for one Strider Hiryu. He was assigned to be a part of a peace mission, that term made Strider laugh. Sending a trained killer to be a part of a peace mission? A ridiculous notion, any person bringing weapons to peace mission had no intentions of peace, but none the less the Raikage gave him this mission and he had no choice but to accept it. The mission? Travel to the village of Konoha to be a liaison and to be integrated into one of their shinobi teams. He was to smooth things over with them since their treaty with Konoha had become strained ever since the Silver brothers assassinated the second Hokage. He was to be the first to go, but more would come a later time when the two countries had become more friendly toward each other. He walked around his apartment and checked all of his gear. His Kunai knives were freshly sharpened and neatly placed in their pouch on his belt. His summoning scrolls were all placed in their proper positions, and everything else was in proper order. He then walked to the stand where his sword was placed along with the various names of his forefathers. This sword was his family's sword, passed down from generation to generation of Hiryu's. It was almost a strange sight since the blade was in a more of a triangular shape that was wide at the bottom and narrowed at the tip. Another strange thing about the sword was its color, it wasa bright orange colorand the extra hilt added to the side that made the sword more like a tonfa rather than a sword. He gently picked it up and skid it into the sheath on his back. With that, everything was ready to go. He quickly raised the scarf up around his face and tightened it around the lower half of his face to act like a mask. With that done he walked to the gate of his village. At the entrance he was greeted by the Raikage. He gave the Raikage a respectful bow, "I will not fail sir." The Raikage gave him a nod and the gates opened at his command. With the gates now opened, Strider took his leave. After three days travel he reached the great gates of Konoha. He stated his business to the guardsman and the gates opened, he was greeted by an interesting sight.

As Strider talked about tension and what he was suppose to do in the village, Kiba frowned as Akamaru turned to start walking away, "You can alleviate the thoughts of tension by going back to your own village. As for my agenda...I am heading home." he announced as Akamaru started to walk away. "Come on Shino...we can go bug the Genin brats." he called out, but Hinata caught his eye. She was standing there with a displeased look on her face, her arms crossed just under her breasts, showing the generous size of the wonderful orbs and her eyes were narrowed slightly. "Ugh...I guess we can go back to sparring." he muttered. Hinata shook her head as Kiba hopped off of Akamaru and sulked back to the group, "Kiba-kun...be nice. I am sure Neji will give Hiryu-kun enough trouble when he returns." she murmured as she glanced at the Kumogakure shinobi before she let out a calming breath, "Hiryu-kun...I only have one question for you. Please answer truthfully...Shino and Kiba can tell if you're lying. Are you connected in anyway to the attempted kidnapping of the Hyuuga Heiress over a decade ago to gain the secrets of the Hyuuga clan's byakugan?" she asked calmly. It almost seemed like history was repeating itself. The kumo-nin from the past had come under the guise of a peace treaty to strengthen ties with Konoha. Now, it was Hiryu who was here to not only help his own village grow, but to help strengthen ties...and he was paired up with the Hyuuga Heiress. For all she knew, Kumogakure wanted to give the failed mission another try.

The sight at the gate made Strider smile, hidden under his mask. This would most likely be his team since he was givien no order to report to the current Hokage, one of the Legendary Sanin, so he deduced that these three were his teammates. They were an odd bunch to see. One was wearing a heavy green jacket with the hood up (it wasn't even winter), another was ridding an abnormally large dog and he had red streaks run img down his cheek (he wondered if it was paint, a birthmark, or a scar), and the last of them had white eyes. No, it wasn't just the corneas or iris's, it was the entire eye. He had heard tales about eyes like those, but the details behind those eyes escaped him at the moment though he was sure, in time, he would understand the details about them as well as why that dog is so abnormally large. When he was close enough shy he girl greeted him with a respectful bow, he returned it with the same gesture, "Thank you Hinata. As you already know my name is Strider Hiryu, it is a pleasure to meet you." She went to introduced the others, but the dog riding one cut in. He took that, and the fact that she did not cut back in to continue her introductions, as a sign that this was the defacto leader of their group. Strider stood tall as the one who introduced himself as Kiba do the same for the other teammate named Shino. He carefully observed the look he gave Hinata and noticed it as one of caution. "I sense a certain amount of tension amongst yourselves and I believe it is about me. May I alleviate any thoughts of my intentions by saying I am not here to cause any ill will to you. I am here to learn new techniques, make friends with you three, and hopefully patch our two countries tentative alliance with each other." He hoped what he said would help things, but seeing astute look Kiba gave Hinata he wasn't planning on it working, but he have it a shot. "So," he continued, "What's on the agenda today?"

Hearing the answer, Hinata glanced at Shino who gave a slight nod. Nodding back, she turned to look at Kiba, "You and Shino run ahead and continue from earlier. Kurenai-sensei should be stopping in to say hi once she returns with her new squad." she suggested. The two boys seemed too eager as they darted off towards the sparring grounds, but not before Kiba could give Hinata one last warning glance. "I apologize for Kiba." she said gently as she glanced at Strider before the tightness of the crossing of her arms lessened to a less threatening amount and to a more casual standing stance, "He...does not trust foreigners easily. After all...with what has happened since we have been alive, it makes us uneasy...and Kumogakure has come after my clan quite a few times." she explained calmly, ignoring the bug that had landed on her neck. So, even Shino did not completely trust this guy, or perhaps it was for Kiba so the boy would shut up and focus on sparring. "So, do you want to go sparring first? Or would you rather get a tour of the village?" she asked curiously, the tone in her voice seemed more carefree, now that Kiba was gone and formalities were pretty much over, it was time for the squad to bond with Strider, but since Kiba seemed unwilling and Shino was more of the silent support type, that pretty much left the burden to Hinata anyways. Not that she cared, even now, she was the weaker link of the squad and she did anything she could to help them.

Strider was not pleased at the reaction from Kiba, but it was to be expected from him. Kumogakure had much to answer for, especially to Konoha. Still when he attempted to leave with Shino to bother the beginning shinobi his hand gripped his sword which he affectionately called his Cypher. He was ready to unsheathe it and challenge Kiba to a right to be a part of this team, such was a custom from the military in Kumogakure. The orange blade was almost showing when Hinata glared at Kiba that brought him back. The way she did it was equal parts threatening and non-threatening. The glare she gave him warned of reprocusions if he did not come, yet her stance, other than her arms crossed, was not threatening violence yet was still frightening in a way only a woman could do. A smirk came across his face, still hidden under his mask. Maybe Kiba wasn't the leader of this team after all. When Kiba suggested sparring and that got Strider excited. He had been traveling for three days and was itching for a good sparring match. He moved to propose a match, but before he could Hinata asked him a question that seemed to be weighted heavily. She asked about a kidnapping attempt on the Hyuga Heiress for their secrets on the Byakugan. It clicked for Strider. The white eyes, the name, now he remembered the tales. A group of shinobi from his village went to Konoha claiming peace, but instead they attempted to kidnap an Heiress to the Hyuga clan when she was only three years old to unlock the secrets of their family technique. After that the details were left to the higher ranking shinobi of Kumogakure. After pondering that dark stain on his country's history he had his answer. "I, nor my family, was ever involved in that plan." He was hoping it was satisfying enough for his team or else he was in trouble.

As Strider told Hinata that he was surprised that she did not act hostile towards him, the girl looked at him before she shook her head slightly. "Mm...I didn't feel a killing vibe from you." she admitted almost too easily as a small smile came to her face, "I mean...both times that a Kumo-nin tried to kidnap me...there was this creepy aura, and you're not giving off the same thing. Plus...Shino said you're good." she explained as she turned around, "Lets head over to the sparring before Kiba and Shino finish. It's no trouble at all. We can take the tour later." she offered with a small smile, "As for Kiba fighting...him and Akamaru become one. But it is hard to see that with Shino...I mean, Shino could give Akamaru and Kiba fleas and win the match like that." she murmured, of course Shino could really only control his bugs, but she was sure that he could make the bugs act like fleas. Most of their sparring had been taijutsu. Rarely were either of them able to use their animal. "Ano...Hiryu-kun...what is your fighting style?" she asked the boy curiously. She had not let that large triangular sword slip her sight, but that was not much help, did he only prefer sword or did he like using jutsu? If he liked using jutsu, then what kind? Surprisingly, Hinata was very curious about him, and that'd probably be the second reason why Neji would want to kill him when the Jounin returned. "Also...since Kiba and Shino are trying to settle their issue...could you be my sparring partner for today?" she asked curiously as her hands came together and she fiddled with her fingers to distract herself from the oncoming blush.

Strider was pleased to see nods coming from his new teammates after he have his answer. So the truth was spoken and all was well, except do the fact that Strider could tell Kiba was still not at ease. 'Quite the paranoid one,' he thought to himself. He believed that at least Hinata would be the more paranoid of the trio since his countrymen had come after her family before, or was Kiba. Wing paranoid for her since she seemed to be the one at ease the most, perhaps too much for her own good. That didn't seem important since Strider was not here on some covert mission to kidnap her or any of her family members and he certainly wasn't here to be a spy. A, the fourth Raikage, had made it specifically clear that he was not to report anything back, unless directed to, until his return home after both Kages felt that enough time had been spent there. The length was not specified so he could either be here for a short time or he could be in for the long haul. So he was going to have to make the best of it. His attention turned back to Hinata as she apologized for the behavior of Kiba, her stance returning to one of neutrality. He himself realized his grip on his sword had not loosened and the blade still gleamed in the reflective sunlight. He quickly remedied that by sliding it back into its sheath and resting his hand on his belt. "Oh it's fine, really. It wasn't expected but we are trained to adapt and that's just something I'm going to have to adapt to." He decided to spare no words and continued, "Infact I'm a little surprised that you don't treat me withthe same hostility. From what the stories are you should have probably alread killed me since it was rumored that one of your family members sacrificed himself because my village demanded it due to the fact our Raikage was killed in their ill fated attempt to capture a member of your family." He waited for her answer while he pondered her question. It would give him a tactical advantage to take the tour and learn about the places he would be going to for awhile. Then again he did want to spar to get some exercise in as well as leanr about his teams fighting abilities and tactics. Decisions, decisions. After giving it some thought he would have to go with sparring. "Let's go ahead and head to your sparring rings, I'm interested to see how Kiba would fight with such a big dog by his side all the time. I mean if that's no trouble for you, if it would be best for you I wouldn't mind taking the tour of the village."

"It is interesting to watch...but I believe that Shino-kun's fighting will overpower Kiba-kun." she murmured quietly as she started to head towards the training grounds. "Even now, I feel like I am watching their backs, but they try not to give off that feeling." she added with a small yet sad smile. The feeling of being left behind was less than it had been when they were Genin, especially with her clan acknowledging her, but still, Kiba and Shino were strong...really strong and she still felt that she was behind. When Hinata arrived at the training grounds, she saw Shino sitting in a tree and Kiba was passed out next to a knocked out Akamaru. She knew what had happened. Kiba started an argument while they were sparring with Taijutsu since when those two sparred, Shino held back for the safety of his teammate, the Inuzuka kept pressing Shino to the point that both were using their Ninjutsu as well and Shino probably summoned some bugs that released a faint odor that affected the oversensitive senses of the dog and his partner. "Gomen Hiryu-kun...it looks like their done for now. I do not think that Kiba-kun will be up for a while." she murmured, "But you'll have plenty of chances to see both of them fight." she added calmly.

Strider smiled as she told him she didn't get a killing vibe from him, "Well I'm glad you think so." Though 'killing vibe' seemed to be a bit... Strider didn't know to put it himself, but weren't they all really killers? They only chose when and who to kill and with extreme precision. He smiled with her as she lead him to the sparring rings. He was interested to hear what she had to say about her teammates. He rose a brow when she said that when Kiba and his... well he couldn't really say dog since it was so huge.... beast perhaps? Either way he was surprised when she said they became one when they fought. "Interesting, a pair in tandem. That is something I would want to see." When she asked about his own fighting preferences he had to think about it. He did favor his Cypher over all but it certianly wasn't something he was limited to. "Well, I do enjoy using my sword, like most people from my village, but it's not what I solely rely on. I have a lot of ninjutsu in my arsenal, as well as tainitsu, but not many genjutsu I don't have a knack for that." They walked further and as they did she asked if he would be her sparring partner for the day. "Sure, I'd love to be your partner for today."

Miranda shook and screamed uselessly into the rag an exasperated guard had finally shoved into her mouth to silence her constant stream of begging, bargaining and empty threats. Black hair in tight ringlets were matted to her face under her sack and the heat in the truck had caused her to sweat profusely. The already thin prison issued jumpsuit clung tightly to every curve of her voluptious frame. Her father had been a leading politician until he was found trawling for gay sex in a bus station. Now, a mere week before her 18th birthday, she had been plucked from the lap of luxury and deposited into a den of depravity. She had always run a little to the chubby side but carried it well, in her breasts and hips. She stumbled off the back of the truck and fell heavily onto the dirt. The burlap sack fell free and revealed that the guard who gagged her had done so with a sweatu sock and a bootlace. She stared around, automatically expecting help but was merely shoved roughly into line with the other girls. "Yo, this is Clive Harington broadcasting live from the latest Maternity Walk. He wore designer jeans that cost more than the median household income, a shirt decorated with foil skulls and a fitted cap. He was mounted on a ruggedized segway and had a camera crew following close behind. Artificially inflatwd biceps strained with every step he took. "As always, the first order of business is to get to know our contestants. Let's get started." He came to the first girl in line a removed her hood with a flourish. The brown haired mouse of a girl had her face set as she was presented on camera. "Tell the folks at home what your name is honey." She spat on the outheld microphone. A nearby guard jammed a cattle prod into the small of her back. She fell shrieking to the ground and writhed for a good ten seconds before struggling back to her feet. Clive repeated his question and the girl Amy, for what it's worth, recounted her age, place of birth and how she came here. Clive moved on to the next girl, a thin redhead. "Tell us ginger, what is your name?"

::Christy couldn't hear anything but a low dull roar as the semi pulled up somewhere. The 18 year old prisoner had been unceremoniously been yanked out of her cell earlier on in the day, a burlap sack placed over her head, her lovely long red hair mussed and constantly getting into her mouth as she guards of the juvenile prison shoved her and what seemed like 30 others into the back of the huge truck. Nobody knew what the hell was going on, none of the guards said anything as they screamed for an answer...visions of a mass grave filled Christy's head as the truck stopped. Several other of the girls started to whimper...they weren't hardened criminals, several were just petty thiefs. It had been like since ever since the new regime had taken over New America in 2031. Millions were starving under the totalitarian government, Christy's family certainly one of them. The lithe, athletic redhead had been captured six months ago trying to steal a loaf of bread from a bakery in town to give to her family...there was no judge, no jury, just a TEN year prison sentence handed down to her. The pale girl's eyes were suddenly filled with an explosion of light and a huge roar from a crowd of people. They...they weren't going to be killed, they were going to be entered into of the governments competitions! The only entertainment the new government allowed was twisted versions of old sporting events, usually resulting in horrific deaths or transformations of its contestants. Christy looked down at her body...she was skinny, about 5'5, with no muscles to speak of. Boys had described her as "pretty", more of a girl next door type. She had small, but firm breasts...not that those would matter in a fight. "Ladies...welcome to the Maternal Walk!" A voice said over the loudspeakers. The girls looked at each other, confused...what was the Maternal Walk?

Miranda shuddered and bent double, retching bile onto the concrete. Like a doe in headlights she started around at the other girls moving off but was too stunned to move. Fear paralyzed her. A lifw of pampering and priviledge had left her completelt unable to deal with stress. Her eyes clapped on the president and a wave of relif surged through her body. She had met him at functions with her father and was sure he'd recognize her.He knows me. He has to know me.With uncertain stumbling steps she lurched toward the platform and inadvertantly entered the ray a second time. "Mmmfffff!" She had forgotten that she was gagged. She fumbled with the foul gag, spitting to clear the taste from her mouth. She opened her mouth to beseech the president for mercy but only bile came up and again she was bent over. Before she could even stand back up a guard slapped her ass so hard that it drove the breath from her lungs then shoved her after the mass of walking women. "Don't you know who I am?" She asked indignently to the guards and women both. "My father is James Cole and he'll have you all killed." Clive pulled alongside the lagging girl. "Here is Miranda Cole, daughter of notorious criminal and sadomite, James Cole. Tell us Miranda, will your young be as fat as you? Or only as ugly?" For the sake of the home audience he poked a finger hard into her side so that she jiggled slightly. The teenaged girl burst into tears and sprinted awkwardly to join the pack of women as the camera crew hooted with laughter. Miranda came to be next to one of the redheaded girls and asked breathlessly, "What did they do to us? Are we really pregnant? Why do I feel so sick? What are challenges? Oh god are we going to die?"

"It's um....It's Christy. I'm 18 years old and I come from Havertown....can't anyone please tell us what's ... " She said into the microphone, but it was snatched away from her face before she could ask what the contest they were in would consist of. The Emcee of the event looked at her with a mixture of pity and excitement, something that made her stomach turn. Shit...he knew something and it wouldn't be good for the contestant. She watched as he ran down the entire length of the contestants, almost 50 in total. The fireplug that was next to her was still pissed off, it seemed to be the logical emotion that most were experiencing. Christy was just trying to figure out what the hell was going on...but was then stunned into silence when a huge, hulking figure appeared at the podium. The President?! He was here? "Ladies...welcome to the first inaugural Maternal Walk! You should be honored, your contest is going to be broadcast to the millions in New America," The President said. Not much was know about the man who conquered the nation, but he was an imposing figure, wearing an old WWII military era uniform. "I suppose you're wondering what twist this competition will have...well first lets get you prepped." Christy heard a huge rumbling coming from down the line. A huge MAC truck was driving in front of the girls with two soldiers manning a ray, passing in front of all the competitors, bathing them with a strange red aura! Christy wanted to run, but doing so would most likely rsult in her being shot. As the ray went past her she felt funny for a few seconds, a strange tingle, and then intense nausea! She keeled over, dry heaving on the ground, unaware that most of the other girls were doing the same. "Don't worry ladies, we're just getting the first month out of the way, morning sickness isn't fun in a competition." He said. Morning sickness, what did he mean? "That ray you were just subjected to is a wonder of modern medical science. You were all picked for your fertility...and lets just say that I'm staring at a number of mothers to be!" Christy gasped, and she heard several girls cursing and yelling out about not wanting to be pregnant! Her hand went to her stomach...she was going to be a mother? This was not right! "But don't fret my dears, you won't have to wait nine months to meet your brood! You see, this is a walking competition, like The Long Walk, but with a twist. Instead of walking until you drop and then being shot, you'll be walking and swelling with children, becoming more and more pregnant with each mile...and each challenge you fail. Our Emcee Clive will be announcing the challenges every five miles. But what if you can't continue? Well then my dears, you will have reached your due date and you'll go into labor on the street! Now enjoy the games!" He said, rasing a gun and then firing it. Christy couldn't believe it as she started to walk, slowly with the other girls. What had they gotten themselves into?

"To tell you the truth, I don't know what's going to happen to us. What did you say your name was, Mary or something like that? What happened up there with the president, you said you knew him?" Christy said, trying to rack her brain to figure out a way out of this. As they were walking for the next five minutes, many of the girls in complete silence, Christy was looking around for any way to escape. She noticed that soldiers were all around them, driving in trucks, on foot, in jeeps...all of them were heavily armed and keeping an eye out. It was then that one of the girls, a diminutive asian with purple hair, suddenly piped up loudly and sat down on the street. "Fuck this! I quit! We're not guinea pigs for the government to do what they wish! If we all stop now, what's going to happen? We're not nearly far along enough to give birth!" She said, as she sat down, the crowd booing. The rest of the girls were watching her as the president gave a signal and the truck with the ray came up and shot her with another blast of something. "Hey...hey what do you think you're doing to me! What did you do?" The asian girl said, as she grabbed her stomach...all of the girls saw what was happening and instinctively put their own hands on their stomach. Her belly was expanding rapidly, as she screamed louder and louder, barelling towards full term. "This...this isn't fairrrrr mmmmmmoooooooooooo! Somethng....something is happening in between my legsssss moooooo!" The girl cried out, her hands clamping down over her mouth...what the fuck, Christy thought, did the girl just moo? She watched in horror as the asian girls belly swelled out farther than she had ever seen a pregnancy go before...until her prison outfit couldn't take it anymore and almost exploded off of her body. SEveral of the girls screamed as they saw what she had been talking about...a huge pink udder was growing just above her pussy, below her writhing and swollen stomach. "You see ladies, this is your incentive to win! If you lose, you'll be sent to the birthing hospitals to be a birther for the rest of your lives! And as you can see by our lovely asian here, it's not limited to just repopulating the earth. She looks pregnant with a calf in there, we all need to eat right?" the president said, lovingly patting the girls stomach. "Hell, you might pull a fetishists job as well, lots of pregnancy lovers in our country, could serve out as a permanently pregnant porno star for the rest of your life!" "Well, does that answer your question?" Christy said, as seh put a hand to her own stomach as she turned back to the race. Shit...it already felt puffy, she had a potbelly! She was already growing!

Axel Jordan was a name known only by a few. Family, friends, an ex or two. Yet the same person's alias, the Green Lantern, was infamous throughout the world as one of the most powerful superheros in the solar system, and founding member of the justice league. Axel was the grandson of the Legendary Green Lantern, Hal Jordan. He had inherited the ring from his grandfather, and with it the slight pride and cockiness that came with his power. "You can't expect me to do this." He exclaimed over a radio, planted behind his ear as he stood in an airport runway, starting at his watch. "I save lives, protect suns and free nations, since when do I babysit for the justice league." He groaned, knowing what HQ's response would be. It was an undercover mission of immense importance, no one is to know he's the green lantern, that he's just a body guard protecting the daughter of a diplomat who's safety ensures a country doesn't go to war. Still, it was a babysitting job. He could only sigh, the thirty two year old man running his hand through his hair as he waited, armored car parked beside him, for the plane to arrive and land.

Fiona Cassidine looked out her airplane window with little interest, her blue eyes reflection the clouds that surrounded them. Beside her was her father, and successful diplomat, Howard Cassidine. He was on his hand held computer, like always, and she didn't make an effort to disturb him. It would have been pointless, really, because his mind was always on other things. Fiona spent her life living in various countries, her most current one being France, but now she was back in the States due to her father being transferred. Again. It was a never ending story of unpacked suitcases and a lack of friends. However, this time, she was enrolled in the college in town, and she hoped that for once, her father might take her into consideration before yanking her out of another school. Her father turned to her, and squeezed her hand a bit. He gave her a smile - the charming one that he used on business associates- and she frowned. He only gave her that smile when he was about to give her bad news. "I know how you feel about body guards, Fi, but..." Fiona groaned and shook her head in exasperation. "Daddy, you promised! I'm twenty years old! I don't need a baby sitter..." Her father gave her a stern look; a look that meant there was no point in arguing. Fiona sighed and looked back out her window.Fantastic.

The long wait ended as the airport doors slid open, and a glance upwards landed his eyes on Howard Cassidine. A sigh of relief followed as he no longer had to wait, yet his eyesight almost instantly drifted to the girl walking beside him. If he wasn't wearing the cliche dark sunglasses that came with the even more cliche bodyguard suit, the world would see them widen at the sight. The cliche was necessary, if he didn't blend in obnoxiously...he couldn't risk his identity as a hero. It wasn't something easy to do if you're an attractive six foot four tank. Yet, the outfit did what it could. He did not expect this, someone so beautiful they would blind whoever stared long enough. Yet the moment she opened her mouth to talk, he was reminded that it was really going to be a baby sitting job. As she spoke to him about her age, he raised a brow quietly. He sort of purposely ignored her, perhaps a subconscious sense of arrogance wanted to feed on the reaction. "Yes, Mr.Cassidine. Your daughter will be perfectly safe, I promise you." As he left, Axel took off his sunglasses and slipped them into his jacket pocket. He took out his keys remote and clicked it, unlocking the Jet Black hummer parked along the sidewalk. "Get in, Miss. Cassidine." He said while turning, getting into the driver's seat and starting the car with a roar of its engine.

Fiona got off the plane, refusing to even look at her father. Her heels clicked along the tile floor of the airport, her rolling suit case in one hand and her purse in the other. She could not believe this... After having a body guard with her at all times for years, she had hoped her father would finally give her some privacy and independence. But, no, it was just another empty promise of Howard Cassidine. Now she was stuck with what she assumed would be an old, boring man in a suit who would barely let her get her feet wet every minute of every day. As they approached Axel, Fiona's eyes trained on a random bench out of sheer stubborn bitterness. Her father cleared his throat and threw Axel an apologetic look, but it wasn't completely genuine. Howard Cassidine was rarely sorry about anything. "Mr. Jordan, this is my daughter, Fiona," he murmured, motioning to the irritated looking girl. "She will be who you will be looking after from now on, as you should know... Fiona, for the love of God, try to act pleasant." His words came through clenched teeth, and she whipped her head around to look at Axel. She was a little startled with his... well, attractive appearence. It was not something she was expecting, and therefor, it left her a speechless for half a second. She looked at him, her eyes narrowing a little, and sighed. "Hello," she finally murmured, "And just so you know, I'm 20 years old. I feel like we should make that clear. So I don't really think your services are ne-" "Fiona, that's enough," her father interupted. He looked at his watch with a look of frustration and shook his head, nodding to another limo. "I have a meeting I need to get to immediately. I'm already running late... Mr. Jordan, I trust you will take Fiona to the new house and get her situated?" He smiled and gave the man a nod, then rushed off, leaving the two alone together.

His head turned to watch her as she dropped her bags and stood there, expecting him to get her bags for her. Usually, he would, and get this mission over with but she just ticked with him. Axel didn't bullshit around, not as a normal human or as a lantern. He lowered the passenger side window fully and turned his head towards her, bright green eyes locking onto her own for the first time. He couldn't help but pause a moment just to take in how beautiful she really was, before speaking. "Miss Cassidine. I'm being paid to protect you from kidnappers and murderers. If you want your bags put in the car, let your father hire a bag boy and see how well he manages to save your rear when someone does eventually try to hurt you. Now if you value your life, get your bags in the trunk and get in. If not, I'm sure Airport security would be delighted to call a cab for you, If you really feel like sitting in a shitty Toyota with below average security guards." He winced just then, anyone in the league would be able to just tell that HQ Just blew up his ear with yelling for saying what he did. Undercover, he had to remember, act like a normal body guard, he had to remember, yet his nature was just too cocky for that.

The fact that he obviously ignored her was enough for Fiona to sulk, dropping her bags at her feet unceremoniously. She crossed her arms over her chest, not even offering a goodbye wave to her father, and arched an eyebrow at Axel. She could already tell that this was going to be so much worse than she had anticipated. Her past body guards might have been over protective, but they also spend most of their time trying to keep her happy. It was clear that she was not used to not being spoiled, despite how much she craved independence. Wincing at the loud roar of the engine, she looked at him through the window of the Hummer. She made no move to climb in, looking at him like he had lost his mind. "Aren't you going to get my bags?" she asked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. After all, she never had a body guard that didn't help her with her bags...

A small victory smirk slipped across his lips as she put her bags in the trunk and sat next to him, slamming the door and crossing her legs. The smirk vanished quickly, and with the corner of his eye he glanced over her slender legs a moment. As she talked, he hit the gas and started driving towards the new luxury apartment complex they would be living in. It was the most conventional place to live, only one exit and entrance making it easier for protection. "I find it surprising that a woman with a 4.0 average doesn't know simple physics. I mean the science in picking up a bag then setting it a few meters off the ground cannot be that ground breaking." He kept a straight face, not even a grin, as he knew the comment would sting yet it was delivered in a somewhat polite way, if that was possible. Obeying orders from HQ here was harder than anything he's ever gone through. "You've never been in any danger because your father makes sure you are not, I assume you've been flooded with help and protection since you expected someone to carry your bags. But if you will note, I am the only one watching you, instead of a horde of people. That alone speaks to my ability to keep you safe. So don't expect me to baby you." It was probably the first time she wasn't called a 'girl', but a woman, a small look into how Axel thought of her, how he really was giving her what she wanted, recognition as an adult.

Fiona looked into his green eyes, a little surprised at how clear and gorgeous they were, before narrowing her own. Waiting a few moments to see if he was bluffing, she started back at him, then let out a frustrated sigh. Yanking her bags off the ground, she threw the back seat door open and pushed them inside. It took her a moment, for she was not used to heavy lifting (and she packed her life in her suitcase) but she managed to get them inside. Her face a little red, she moved into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut behind him. She crossed her legs and glared at him, letting out a little huff at the thought of being told off. "First off, like I tried to explain before my father cut me off, I'm twenty, not thirteen. I can handle myself just fine. Despite what my father thinks, I'm also quite intelligent. I had a 4.0 at my last university which I will be tranferring with, so it's clear that I'm smart enough to not walk into on coming traffic." She rolled her eyes a little. "As for kidnappers and murderers, I have my doubts. Nothing has ever happened to me before." What she didn't explain was the fact that she had had a full staff of body guards since the time she was born, which would mean that danger had never come within a hundred miles of her. However, Fiona did not realized the sheltered life she had been living in. "And at least a bag boy would be somewhat polite," she mumbled under her breath, leaning back and looking out the window.

As they talked, time flew quickly and they neared their destination. The apartment complex was within a huge, hectic city. It stood right stack in the middle of the place so it would almost camouflage itself. "Yes, I am your only guard. For good reasons." He paused a moment, before continuing on. "I am your only guard because we don't want to draw any attention to you. If I was a kidnapper and I was picking someone to take at random, I'd pick the beautiful girl with a security flooding her, hm?" He wasn't being sarcastic at all at this point, knowing she swallowed her pride he did not force his own arrogance either. He was more protective at this point as it was his nature. She may have been a brat but she is still someone he had to look after. "And I have a hundred times the capabilities that all your bodyguards ever had combined." He smirked just then, just long enough for her to catch it but just as quickly his expression return to the expected emotionless bodyguard look. Suddenly, the car leaned forward as they headed down a slope into a garage. The Hummer barely fit, but it did and quickly they kept going deeper and deeper in. Finally, he turned the last corner and parked the car at a secure and private parking spot, right next to an elevator. "Yeah, I'll be living with you. There's a room for me beside your own." He said nonchalantly, yet internally the situation confused him. Initially he hated the idea of having to leave his home and babysit a brat he didn't even know. Yet awkwardly, now he found himself intrigued by her just as he was intriguing to her, not that he knew. He really was almost curious to see what would happen. "Come on, get your bags." He stepped out of the car and shut the door behind him, walking up to the trunk and grabbing his own bag that was dwarfed by the size of Fiona's huge suitcases. He paused a moment and took in how long it was going to take to get to the apartment, and with an aggravated sigh he grabbed her biggest suitcase that was about twice her size, and hauled it over his shoulder like it was a feather.

Fiona looked over at him, his action of calling her a "woman" not going unnoticed, and pressed her lips together. Honestly, she had no idea that he was her only guard. Usually she had multiple in each country, and like he suggested, they babied her. Swallowing her pride a little, she nodded, knowing there was really nothing to say. Not to mention, he WAS giving her what she wanted, which was to be treated as an adult. "How are you my only guard?" she asked, looking puzzled. "Who will switch shifts with you...?" She tilted her head to the side, the city zooming by. "Wait, are you living with us?" Never had this happened before... Usually, she was watched by several guards, some only around as she slept. Part of her felt a little nervous about spending so much time with one man, but part of her was a little... intrigued. After all, he was an attractive man, even if he did come off as a jack ass at the moment. She rubbed her thighs together a little, not realizing he was looking her over out of the corner of his eyes, and looked out the window.

That little grin of victory he saw slip across her lips when he carried the one bag that was just about bigger than her almost made him want to drop it on her and have her just carry it all the way to the apartment, but finally a little restraint showed up and he let it go. A quick elevator ride took them to the apartment, and quickly she stepped in as he followed. He waited until her back was turned, and for a split second he activated his ring to put a barrier along the door. With that, he turned and shut it, locking it afterwards. An eyebrow lightly raised at her statement about the absence of her father, followed by a small hum as he picked up his bag again. "So daddy's not here to take care of you? Hm, good luck finding your way around the apartment, let alone the city." He snickered lightly. "Then again, if you do ask politely, I may consider acquainting you with the city and where you'll be going to college. Maybe." With that he stepped into a door on her right, beside another room. The door of his room was much smaller than the one next to it, her room no doubt. "Oh, and I only have one rule: Don't step a foot into my room." He shut the door behind him and sighed loudly. The room was fairly small, it looked like it didn't belong in the house, almost like someone asked for it to be this size and this...dull. There was a bed in the corner, a floor to cieling mirror, a weight rack and a bench to lift. He took a breath as he flopped down on the bed, sitting up and taking off his shirt as the heat condensed in his room. He eyed his ring lightly, before pressing a finger to his ear. "I got her to the safehouse, that concludes the first part of the assingment. Tell me again how long I have to be here?" "Until the mission is done, Lantern." Finally with a last sigh of acceptance, he got up and hung his shirt on the door knob, not realizing it wasn't locked.

Fiona swallowed nervously at the aspect of him living just one door down from her. After all, she'd been sheltered for twenty years, so her lack of experience with men was at zero. As embarassing as it was, she's only been on a hand full of dates, which we always monitored, and none of those men even compared to the older man beside her... "Well, I guess we will have to get used to eachother then," she murmured, looking around the dark garage with curious eyes. Wow. They were really making an effort to keep her safe in America. Never had her apartments been this sealed off form the world... It made her wonder if her quest for a normal life was more out of reach than she thought... Her eyebrow arched at his arrogant statement, and she rolled her eyes. She could clearly see that he was strong man, and he seemed intelligent, but more skilled than all her guards combined? This man was full of shit. Grabbing her smaller bag, she grinned when he finally gave in to getting her large bag, then let herself into the apartment. It was nice and fully furnished with the best money could buy, just like any other place she had lived in. Her heels clicked across the marble floor, and she dropped her bag near the doorway. Biting her lip, she moved over to the fridge and grabbed a can of Dr. Pepper. Most people would go check the place out, but Fiona wasn't interested. It was obvious that this was nothing new; that after living in different places her whole life, the excitement wasn't there anymore. "Just a warning," she murmured, "You'll hardly ever see my father around her. Unless the TV counts." And with that, she sat on the couch and sighed, happy to be out of a moving vehicle.

As time passed while Axel finished his conversation with HQ, he found himself resting his back along his bed for a mere moment. He had gotten no sleep for the past few days, having been yanked off one of the Justice League teams dealing with another problem in Albania to do this specific assignment. As one to expect, he drifted asleep as he was. His toned, muscular figure was almost too big for his own bed, his shirt thrown on the floor like a sloppy bachelor, his bag open with a few clothes hanging out of the zipper as if the bag had erupted, and his shoes were thrown at the end of the bed. The moment she knocked, he was awake. He would never really fall asleep persay, but through training he would just rest his eyes and constantly keep aware of his surrounding twenty four hours a day. If you ask anyone who had powers and used them for good, they would tell you that the most difficult thing to deal with is the paranoia, and the constant alertness required of you. You never really fell asleep. Before he could even answer her, she stormed into his room impatiently. Curiously, knowing he had little on, he pretended to still be asleep to see what she would do. Part of it, was simply his teasing nature. The other part, in the back of his mind was constantly throbbing, wondering what possible outcome could flourish with her walking into a room, and finding him shirtless on a bed.

Fiona eyed him carefully from where she sat on the couch in the living room, arching an eyebrow. "I think I can find my way around on my own," she mumbled, trying to not act as bitter as she felt. Here she was, alone in a huge apartment with a man she had just met; a man who seemed just about as happy to see her as she was him. Fantastic. Letting out a sigh, she walked across the room and ripped open her back, pulling out a Literature book for her upcoming class and plopping back down on the couch. Pulling her legs up underneath her, she found the place she left off and continued reading. No, she really didn't need to be reading from her text book, especially since the class hadn't even started. However, there was little to do when you were a diplomat's daughter. He rarely let her go out, and if he did, she was to be escorted. Half the time she stayed home out of spite. After about an hour or so of reading, Fiona tossed her book to the side and walked over to the window, grinning at the city lights. She'd never been to a city quite like this before, and if she had, she wasn't let outside her door to actually see it... Biting her lip, she looked over at Axel's door and let out a defeated sigh. She really did want to see the city... She knocked on his door, running a hand through her hair as a blush crept across her cheeks. It wasn't like her to actually ASK to be escorted around town, but he intrigued her and so did the city... After waiting a moment with no answer, the impatient girl, twisted the door knob and pushed it open.

He was lucky to have his eyes closed. They did well to hide the small surges that sparked across her body at her touch. He waited silently, steadying his breath despite this abrupt feeling of anxiousness that he managed to hide. His skin warmed and let her hand fall upon it gracefully, letting his body get cupped by her touch perfectly, like it was designed to have her hand rest where it was. He had to maintain himself, this was a mission and he was to do nothing but protect her...yet why was he feeling vulnerable. He stayed still for a while longer, only to have her whisper his name slowly and her thumb stroke his skin gently. He didn't want to move at that point, for her touch was agonizingly warm and comforting, the feeling of her breath flowing along his body didn't help contain this sensation. Hell, it was hard enough containing his manhood because of the provocative situation they found them self in. He knew he couldn't let her just stay like that, it wouldn't be appropriate. He's a hero goddammit, he's not some weak human would succumb to emotions like these. However, he found himself unable to yell or be sarcastic. Instead, his head turned just lightly so his eyes were on par with hers, opening them so his green hues could lock onto own crystal blue ones, uttering only a few words. "Didn't I tell you not to come into my room?"

Fiona looked into the room, her expression softening a little at the sight of him asleep. There he was, laying across the bed that looked much too small for his muscular body, and not wearing a shirt. The way his chest rose and fell, his muscles tensing and relaxing with each breath he took. She bit her lip, taking a quiet step forward as her eyes scanned his toned body. A blush spread across her cheeks, and she stood over him. It took her a moment to realize that she was staring at him like a creep, making no move to either leave or wake him. God, he might be a jackass, but he was hot as hell... Swallowing nervously, she reached out and put her hand on his bare shoulder, shaking it a little. "Axel," she whispered, leaning down a little. Her hand stopped shaking him, but her fingers seemed to be unable to recoil from his heated flesh. They stayed there, he thumb stroking the smooth skin without her even thinking about it. "Axel..."

A smirk slipped across his lips as she yanked herself away from him and stood, breaking their contact. Though smirking there was a hint of sadness there, however quickly dismissed. "Oh didn't I? My apologies." He snickered lightly, before sitting up as she asked to go outside to see the city. "Well, since you asked so politely how can I say no." His tone was teasing, just enough to sting a little again, but at least taking her out would cloud his mind from the thoughts he was having about her just a minute ago. He walked up to his back and reached in, throwing on a white wifebeater. He somewhat shamelessly dropped his pants afterwards, leaving the back of his lower body exposed to her for a moment before he grabbed a pair of jeans and slipped them on. He had forgotten that she was so sheltered that something like that was probably shocking to her, where nowadays normal people have a lot less problems with nudity. "I'll have to take you somewhere people wouldn't expect to find a daddy's girl, so no mall for you...in fact, I know a place."

It took a ridiculous amount of effort to take her eyes away from his. They were mesmerizing, and Fiona found herself unable to look away from them. God, this was bad... Why was her stomach knotting at the sight of herbodyguard? She blushed, her eyes narowing at his words. In one quick motion, she stood up straight and crossed her arms over his chest, her eyes moving to glance out the door way. She just had to look away from him, for she wasn't exactly sure what she would do if she didn't. "Well, you didn't answer when I knocked. For all I knew, something happened to you," she snapped, which was a lie, but it was the only thing she could think up at the moment. Her head was still foggy from their contact... "And I came in here, because... Well, I'd like to go out," she murmured, still refusing to look him in the eyes. "I mean, I'd like for you to take me out... around the city... Please." She rolled her eyes at the last word.

He couldn't help but snort lightly as she turned and protested after a pause to his brief nudity, only to have her storm out yet again afterwards and into her own room. As she changed, he grinned lightly and yelled just loud enough that his voice broke through the wall separating their rooms. "Stereotype you? Oh you mean you're not a daddy's princess who's been overprotected her whole life, spoiled to the brim and now thinks she's independent enough to do what she wants?" He really had no idea how true his statement was, in fact he really was jokingly stereotyping not knowing what he said wasn't that far from the truth. The comment was meant to tease, intrigue possibly as a grin crawled along his lips. Once he got ready, he walked out of his room just as she did. She leaned along her door and asked were they were going after putting on a rather appealing outfit that seemed to fit her figure perfectly. He eyed her for a moment, biting his lower lip quickly to attempt to distract himself but to no avail. He placed his arm against the doorway over her head, leaning on the side just as she did. Needless to say there was barely any space between them at that point, and his head tilted down to look at her. "I'll surprise you. You'll trust me to show you a good time won't you?"

Fiona's eyes went wide at the sight of him dropping his pants, revealing the back of his toned lower body. She swallowed nervously, unable to look away for a moment, the quickly covered her eyes. "Do you mind?" she snapped, "This is a fraternity house." She turned around with a huff, facing the door way in order to not let him see the deep red blush creeping across her face. Biting her lip, she willed herself to push the image of his naked body out of her mind. "You know, I don't like the fact that you stereotype me," she mumbled, walking out of his room and into her own. Her room was about three times as large with a king sized bed in the middle, and beautiful furniture all spread around. She moved to her closet, finding that the rest of her clothes that weren't in her bags had been successfully shipped over, and stepped inside to change. When she emerged from the large closet, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a pale blue shirt that exposed one of her shoulders. "Well, what is this place I'll be going to?" she murmured, leaning against her own doorway, and not about to go back into his room. As of now, that was dangerous, because the idea of seeing him half naked was giving her feelings she knew better than to have.

Axel smiled at her reaction, perhaps it was the first time she ever saw him smile. He glanced downwards to examine what she wore once more, humming lightly as they stood face to face, body to body. He leaned in just a little more so his body lightly pressed against her own, and his free hand lifted itself so a finger could trace the outlines of her bare shoulder. "This...this'll do just fine." He couldn't dare to pull himself away either. The tension just kept mounting and mounting up to the point where he found it ridiculously hard just to get away from her. He knew where he was going to take her, he knew what she was wearing would probably have her hit on, and he knew he then would step in to protect her. He didn't know why he had that plan, he couldn't think at all at this point. All he knew was it was easier to rip clouds out of the sky than rip himself away from that door.

Fiona clenched her jaw and huffed, rolling her eyes at him. She bit her tongue, trying not to get into an arguement about what he thought of her. It was obvious he thought of her as a spoiled, bratty princess, and there was nothing she could say that would change his mind. In reality, Fiona was raised by nannies and watched after by security guards. There were plenty of birthdays that her father simply gave the nanny money to take her shopping, lots of canceled dinner dates, and most importantly, lots of lonely nights. While she was spoiled and entitled, she was certainly not daddy's princess. However, her desire to tell him how it was left as quickly as it came, for he was standing so close to her right now, she could feel his hot breath ghosting over her face. She swallowed nervously, her eyes rolling up to look into his own green orbs, and bit her lip. Looking over at his raised arm which held him up against the doorway, noticing the slight buldge of his bicep, Fiona was at a loss for words. "I... Well, okay," she finally stammered, "Just tell me if I am dressed properly for where ever it is you are taking me to... And then we can be on our way." With that, she arched an eyebrow at him, not moving away from him just yet. Her knees felt too weak to move at the moment.

If she hadn't ripped herself away from him, he wouldn't have been able to control himself. What kind of a hero was he if he couldn't even muster up enough strength to walk away from a single woman. A single dazzeling, goddess of a woman. He cleared his throat roughly. "YES, I'm coming." "Now don't be startled about the looks of the place. It's a little rough around the edges but you should be fine. Just don't say anything like 'prestigious' or 'exquisite'." He said so sarcastically to mask his emotions, walking into the elevator beside her. He hit the close button quickly, and they descended for at least a minute before finally reaching the parking lot. When they did, he stepped out and took out his keys. A click here and a horn noise there, the hummer was unlocked. He left her for a mere second, got into the car and drove it up to her. He opened the passanger side door for her and extended his hand for her to take it and get herself in.

Fiona's breath hitched when he touched her shoulder, and a shiver ran up her spine. The rough pad of his warm finger gave her goosebumps, and her eyes seemed to glaze over as she looked into his. This man was not just attractive. No, he was mesmerizing. What was it about him that made him so intriguing - so different from all the other guards she ever had? After several long moments of silence and paralysis on her part, she finally tore her eyes away from him and ducked under his arm. Walking out into the living room, she made her way to the elevator and looked over at him over her shoulder. "Well, are you coming?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at him before pushing the button for the doors to open. Her hands were shaking a little, and her heart was racing. Something told her this night was going to be interesting.

His ear perked lightly when she turned on the radio station and heard her father, observing her reaction to it but not really commenting on it. He could tell that the relationship was strained from the moment he simply left her there at the airport in his care. A turn of the steering wheel and they were well on their way out of the garage, and just like that in the heart of the city. Time had flown by, and it was around midnight now. Despite being so late, the city was as busy as ever. They went from secluded walls and no contact but with each other, to being a midst crowds of people. "No, not from here. I live in San Marino, an hour away from here." He said lightly, running a hand through his hair. "I did come here often though. My father was a police officer." His words now were reluctant, as if he was saying them despite clear discomfort. "He used to sneak me into the patroller and I'd go cruising around the city here with him. Whenever he'd make an arrest, I'd be sitting where you are right now, turning around and making faces." He snorted at the memory, turning a corner in the process. "But that was a long time ago."

Fiona rolled her eyes and followed him into the garage. "Oh, I'm not sure I'll be able to restrain myself," she murmured sarcastically, "Those are my two favorite words." She took her hand, trying not to think about the feeling of her small hand against his palm, and jumped into the large vehicle. She had to admit that she was a little nervous about where he planned to take her, but she trusted him... Atleast, she thought she did. Settling in the seat, she turned the radio on and let out a groan when she heard her father's voice making a speech. She immediately clicked it back off and looked out the window, her eyes watching the pretty city lights go by. "Are you from here?" she murmured, wondering if he lived close by... Her mind flickered to the idea that he might have a family or a girlfriend. She had to push the thought away before it showed on her face, suddenly feeling like an idea for thinking of such a thing. Why was she suddenly so curious about him?

He laughed at being called cute, hitting the gas a little harder so they would go a little faster. They were nearing their destination but...he decided to take the long way there, after looking at her staring out the window like a trapped animal. He had a small idea, it could pay off or she could hate it but he would give it a try anyway. "Yeah, you can say I'm something like that. I've been doing this protecting business before you were even born, literally." He snickered, flashing her wink. "The job comes with perks you know." At that point as he said that, they seemed to be driving on a nearly empty long strip of road that went on for ages it seemed. "Most people wouldn't think of opening a window on a street like this anymore, they'd get mugged. However, since no one would dare come to our car...I get to do things like this." With that, he pushed a button, and the roof of the car automatically began receding back to open up the top. The tank of a car turned out to be a convirtable, as he stepped on the gas so a wave of wind can strike their faces. His hair flew backwards as much as it could, a wide grin across his lips.

Fiona looked over at him as he talked about his father, immediately sensing something off about it. He was uncomfortable, it seemed, but she didn't comment on it. Instead, she smiled at the thought of him being a little kid, it almost being impossible to picture. "That's very cute," she admitted, looking over at him with a grin. Turning back toward the window, her eyes widened at all the people, and her eyebrows lifted with excitement. Oh, wow, she thought... This was going to be interesting to say the least. Her hand pressed against the glass with curiosity, always being behing a barrier from things like this. It was normal for her to be looking from the outside in, through a sheet of glass. The thought of being on the other side had her stomach in knots, and she was practically bouncing in her seat. It was obvious that she was completely oblivious the the danger in the real world, only seeing the pretty lights and exciting people. "So have you been a security guard for a while now...? I mean, you talk like you're the best, so I assume you've had alot of experience." She shrugged, wanting to slap herself in the face for asking so many questions. It was like a nervous habit to talk and talk and talk... And he had her curiosity running ninety to nothing.