Aura

Natia just smiled giddily as Rowan held her and called her sweet before kissing her. Maybe, to some, it would be patronizing, but she loved when Rowan just couldn't resist her. It helped her feel genuinely loved, not that she needed any more proof of that by this point. Natia nodded slightly as he went on to give his take on variety. "I agree... it's interesting, and you've proven that it can inspire many people to go above and beyond what is expected of them... still, it's also a little scary to not know what you're getting into. I mean, once we get to town there's no telling what kinds of people we'll run into, right? Don't your people go so far as to lock yourselves away at night just for fear that another will come and steal or hurt you? That's a lifestyle I simply can't imagine... we've always just slept outdoors. We aren't afraid to put our backs to each other because we have no reason to betray each other. Still, I suppose our lifestyle of remaining hidden from outsiders isn't too much different from you locking your doors..." Natia trailed off when she noticed Rowan's ears perking up. She was curious, but Rowan soon explained that they were approaching the river and that they'd arrive at the town before long. His use of the word 'love,' of course made her blush. The fact that they were approaching the town soon was a huge relief to hear that as, despite her reservations about assimilating into outsider culture, she couldn't wait to change into clothes that better fit her body as well as a chance to finally sleep in a more comfortable bed. Yes, resting in town certainly seemed like a high priority for her after all the two of them had been through. Whatever the town was like, she was sure it had to be safer than out here. Otherwise, what would the point of civilization even be? "So we'll be able to relax more once we're there, right? We can find somewhere comfortable to sleep? And we can get Baellator some well-deserved rest, too, right?" She gently patted the horse on the side while looking up at Rowan. She then reached up to scratch at one of Rowan's ears with a playful giggle. "And we can have more time together~"

Natia felt a bit embarrassed after Rowan's response to her clearly unwarranted concerns. She shook her head. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm still a little on edge about going into society... but if everything you've told me is true, then I guess once we're actually there I'll probably be much more comfortable." She tried to justify herself as best she could. It was still such a complicated dynamic to her. "I guess it's just that, not only have I been raised to think that outsiders were evil, but I've only seen two different types of outsiders and the majority of them were slavers... So, it's hard for me to wrap my head around the idea that people can be unlike you, but not like them... You see, we Aequu sort of live as one entity. While we have our differences such as preferences, looks, and personality, we all share the same values and duties in our lives. So, I suppose you would say we are all 'like' each other. Since we're all alike, we generally don't have to worry about any sort of crimes or undesireable behavior..." She paused for a moment to think of what exactly that 'equality' meant. After all, they did have a sort of heirarchy, although a loose one. Of course, Goddess Cera was at the forefront of it all. Through her will, the eldest of the tribe would become the head of the rest of the tribe. That was supposed to be it, though. All other Aequu were supposed to be equal to each other, and yet her father blatantly placed such unrealistic expectations on her that he placed on none of the other Aequu. She certainly wasn't even close to being the eldest of the tribe any time soon, so why all the special treatment? The thought never really registered with her until she was explaining their views on equality just now. Natia sighed again as she nuzzled her head up into Rowan's chin. If they weren't on horseback, she'd take the opportunity to climb into his lap. The small girl just smiled to herself. "You know, in a way, I am glad your people have so much variety. It means nobody else is really like you, huh? I don't have to worry about falling for anybody else because you're already perfect for me, and I don't believe anyone could be better." Natia practically let out a purr as she continued to rub against Rowan's chin.

If she'd elicited any sort of reaction from this man, Aria would have expected him to take pity on her. There was a split second where she believed she'd actually gotten what she wanted. A chance to talk, a chance to get help from this man who might actually feel remorse for his actions! His thrusts seemed to halt for just that one moment. Aria had even begun to breathe a sigh of relief when suddenly, she felt his cock thrust suddenly deep inside of her body with extreme force, knocking the air from her lungs and making her choke on the words she was just planning to follow up with. It felt like her womb had just been punched with full force. She tried to scream but no sound followed. Her face was buried more harshly against the pillows while she trembled in pure terror. The only explanation for this sudden response... Life isn't fair. Why? It didn't have to be this way. He could have helped her! She'd been given a moment to recover. She took the time to catch her breath, but didn't bother speaking. She would only anger him further. There was no convincing this man. He wasn't human. No human being could be this cruel... right? Was this one man just a bad start? Was everyone going to be like this? So openly willing to rape and abuse an innocent youth like herself just to get off and move on with their lives while leaving her completely abandoned and hopeless? Was humanity really that awful? As she thought these things, the man began to move again, this time slower and less forceful. He was taking his time, now. Enjoying himself now that the initial shock had been made. But there was no way she could take any such pleasure. She frantically shook her head to hide her blushing face, but any position that kept her face completely covered meant that she also couldn't breathe. "Mmrrphh.." She groaned into the pillows. She was quickly beginning to recognize the familiar feeling of unwarranted pleasure creeping up through her pussy once again, making her heart freeze. Once again, she started to squirm against her bonds again. Finally lifting her head from the pillow, now completely red. "No, no, please... This isn't how it's supposed to be! J-just fuck me, dammit! Stop trying to make me enjoy it! I'm not a slut!!" She shouted out in frustration. "You're not above raping me, so just fucking do it!!" Of course, she knew... She knew why she wanted him to go all out. To hurt her. To break her... She wanted an excuse. An excuse to be pitied... and excuse to end everything. She didn't want to live with this level of humility. What was even the point? She would only be degraded further and further each day... If this man didn't break her, though... if he made her enjoy this? Somehow, Aria couldn't think of another fate more horrifying than being content living the rest of her life as nothing more than a street whore... "Just do it... I know you hate me..."

Anhara was glad to see Rose tell the dog to stay. She didn't even have to remind her. She was already learning~ Although, by the time daddy got home, Rose would need to put the dog away. For now, though, Shane could stay as long as he remained quiet and still. "How cute." Anhara retorted after watching Rose point toward the bathroom. It was simply amusing that she thought she could simply point, as if giving her a command to go. Again, quite ballsy of the girl, she had to admit. But she wasn't about to waste any more time playing around. She had to make sure her new pet was presentable. Daddy would be here any minute and he would be disappointed to find a girl with such a bedhead. Anhara would never live that down. And the idea of missing her daddy coming in the front door only troubled her further. She always waited on her knees for Daddy to come in. "Keep your hands clasped and walk there." She commanded. "Don't stall for time. Walk. Your hair needs to be brushed within 20 minutes. There's still other things we need to get done." Rose's attempt at stalling had frustrated her minorly, but it wasn't entirely unexpected. So many pretty girls were extremely indecisive, even when it came to direct commands. She would certainly appreciate if, just once, she'd find a really pretty girl with just enough resistance to be cute and pitiful without actually being a nuisance; but it was a difficult balance and she certainly couldn't ever realistic expect to find someone like that. Although, Rose did seem admittedly pretty close.

As Rowan spoke of his brothers, a chill rattled Natia's bones. Something about the idea of these men being 'unlike' Rowan she found to be disturbing. With what little she knew about outsiders, and based solely on Rowan's choice of wording from before, she could only take that to mean that these men would be the type to enslave someone like her had they been in Rowan's shoes... had it been any of them, things may have played out so much differently... But there was a reason it was Rowan who'd discovered her in her time of need. It was fate. Goddess Cera had placed him in her life to serve a very specific purpose and she couldn't have been more grateful. "You said before that most people are nice and wouldn't take advantage of me in my position... But I get the feeling these brothers of yours aren't among those people... Do you live with slavers? People who would seek to use me? They would try to take me from you, wouldn't they?" Rowan had promised not to let another person touch her, but the idea of being so close to someone like that made her anxious. "I don't want anyone but you..."

Alez nodded and shook hands with Cassandra to cement their agreement, though Cassandra's phrasing did leave a bit more to be desired. Alez could only suppose her front of condience simply wasn't realistic enough to have the woman totally convinced. Really, though, how could she hope to convince someone else when she wasn't even totally convinced herself? It was true that she also didn't know for sure that Mr. Enron had any sort of demonic influence at all, but at the very least, there was something sinister about his presence and he had certainly come into contact with a demonic entity at some point. If he wasn't being possessed then he was likely a follower. With any luck, she may be able to reason with him if she could get him cornered without help from his horde of demons. Although Alez simply couldn't fathom how any human could possibly willingly support a demon, though she also knew just how manipulative and seductive a demon could be. After all, this was the second time she'd been defeated by one. She would have to be more careful with this encounter. There was no way she was going to allow this to end in a third. "Alright, wait here." Alez suggested, releasing Cassandra's hand. She quickly ran out of the room and hid around the corner, presumably out of sight from Cassandra. She took a deep breath and before long, the physical presence of her body began to vanish. Although, due to Cassandra's divine nature, she would be able to see Alez even in her ethereal form if she laid eyes on her. Normally, she was invisible to any mortal except those whom she allowed to see her, but divine entities and demons alike were capable of seeing her at all times, as inconvenient as it may be. Now that she was in her ethereal form, though, she could freely glide down through the walls and floors of the building, trying to pick up on Mr. Enron's trail. Surely the demonic presence that surrounded him wouldn't have been left behind, or at the very least, such a trail would lead her to something significant, even if not Mr. Enron himself. She also circled the perimiter of the building in search of any fancy vehicles that could potentially belong to Mr. Enron. If he chose to drive a car, she was sure it would be quite out of place considering his lavish lifestyle.

Natia giggled once again at the response from Baellator. Rowan's explanations helped to reassure her that she had done no wrong, so she didn't feel guilty at all in laughing. It was true, though. She did genuinely find Baellator to have a certain air of cuteness to him. She loved that, despite being such a massive bulk of muscle, he had a genuinely sweet and gentle side. And the fact that he got so flustered after being called cute only added to his cuteness. As Natia leaned back and felt Rowan's gentle kiss, she blushed softly and smiled up at him. In spite of the speed that they were traveling, she found the position to be surprisingly relaxing. It was all because of Rowan's embrace, of course. She wouldn't feel this way in any other situation. There truly was something special about this man. Her hair flowed in the wind as she continued to stare up into his golden eyes, listening intently to his voice. But her smile turned into a soft frown as he mentioned his brothers' feelings toward him. "Your brothers... hate you? I can't even fathom that... Sure, my brothers and sisters of the tribe were jealous of me, but never have I doubted that we would gladly lay down our lives for each other... The idea of losing another member of our tribe is such a terrible thought... It's why my father was so strict on his rules regarding leaving the village..." Natia gripped her upper arm, looking down with a penitent look on her face. "Oh, they must all be worried sick about me... I really hope none of them tried to search for me and ended up getting captured, too... I would never be able to forgive myself if I caused my friends to get hurt in search of me..."

Anhara purred in amusement as she watched Rose strip off her dress. She was so happy that the girl had decided to play along. It was never as fun to have to cut the clothes off, and she simply looked adorable with that subtle trembling. She just wanted to hold her new kitten and help her understand that everything was going to be okay... but, training was much more important. Daddy would be here any minute and she had to make sure everything was okay. As the dress fell to Rose's feet, Anhara looked her exposed body up and down. "Oooh, so you really are such a precious little doll!" She giggled excitedly as she pranced up to the girl, folding her knife back into her pocket. She figured she'd already more than made her point with the knife. She'd have plenty of time to decorate her new prize once she got home. She didn't want to make too much of a mess. After all, she didn't want cleanup to take too long. Anhara eagerly circled around her new toy, eyeing her perfect, peachy skin from top to bottom and taking in every curve of her beautiful body. She reached to run her hands up her bare sides, resting with a firm grip on each of her relatively small breasts. "Oh, how cute you are... if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were still developing." Anhara teased. "Your skin is so pure, I almost don't want to ruin it... Maybe if you're really good I'll keep you spotless~" Anhara continued to grope the girl's breasts, grinding her body up against her from behind, making sure to roll her hips against the petite girl's rounded ass. "I was thinking about taking off your underwear, but I think it looks really cute on you. I want daddy to see you just like you are. Don't you agree?" She finally removed her right hand from the girls' breast up to gently stroke her hair again, pulling it back behind her ear. "Your hair's a mess, though... Why don't you show me to your bathroom? Let's get you all dolled up~"

He didn't care. He didn't care at all. What else could she do? How could she fight? Where was her strength? Why was this happening to her? These were all questions that swirled inside her head. They weren't the questions she was supposed to be asking herself for her first time, that couldn't have been more obvious. She should have been more comfortable, with a man she'd trust with her life. The questions on her mind should be 'Do I look sexy for him?' 'Is he enjoying this?' 'How upset would he be if I mess up?' Simple, stupid questions that a flustered high school girl would ask herself on a first date. She didn't feel any of that here. She felt the man's cock continue to bury itself deeper and deeper into her body and she just sunk into the mattress with it. Her struggling had finally ceased to her ankles' delight, It was at this point that she realized just how hard she had been screaming and thrashing. Her throat felt like it had been torn apart and her body was filled with tremendous pain from the stress her muscles had experienced. It was all catching up to her along with the aching of her ankles from the tight shackles and the burning of the rope that bound her arms so firmly together. Her heart was heavy and twisted into a knot, like it was a clean white rag soaked in hope and love that was now being used to clean up whatever mess of emotions she was feeling, now wringing itself out but never returning to the color it was before. That hope and love vanishing into a sea of murky water. 'It hurts... everything hurts...' She didn't even know if she had said it aloud or not, but that wouldn't matter as this man probably wouldn't care either way. Those were simply the words that came into focus in her mind as she began to let go and accept her defeat. Movement was impossible, the only thing she could use were her words but this man didn't care at all what she had to say. If she spoke too much and got on his nerves, he'd probably just gag her, anyway. Besides, there was nothing left to fight for. She just had to keep going... for her mother... that was all she wanted. With the cock as deep as it would go inside her body, pressed firmly against her cervix, the young girl didn't respond with much more than a grunt from the force he'd been exerting on her. Even still, he seemed to know exactly how to elicit a reaction from even a broken girl like herself. He pressed his hands into the mattress on either side of her head, leaving her feeling pinned, trapped, even more so than she did seconds prior. That was when he reminded her of exactly how she had gotten herself into this position. A reality she couldn't accept. She had to fight those cruel, cruel words. "That's not fair..." she whimpered in a pathetic, withered and cracked voice. "It wasn't my choice... I couldn't say no, I..." She shouldn't be saying this. She was going to regret it. If word got out, she or her mother could be killed... Just to fuck with her. "It's not fair!!" She cried out again, through new sobs. This must have been how her mother felt. She understood now, why she couldn't run or hide... why she couldn't tell anyone. Why she was always so afraid everywhere she went. By this point, erotic pleasure was impossible to obtain. But that didn't seem to stop the man from pulling back and thrusting back inside of her, only reinforcing the fact that he was using her for his own pleasure. This wasn't about what she felt at all. She was a cocksleve. Honestly, the thought of whether or not Zack was wearing a condom hadn't even crossed her mind with everything else going on. It was the last of her worries. What would it matter? It's not like anything she could do would change the facts. He wanted to fuck her without a condom and she couldn't just magically go back in time and take birth control if she hadn't. "I never asked for this..." She whimpered, vaguely continuing where she'd left off. "...I just wanted mama back..."

Natia was startled when Baellator suddenly began to speed up. Perhaps his goal was just to get them to town faster, but, coupled with Rowan's chuckling, Natia couldn't help but feel concerned that she may have offended the creature. As Rowan began to explain to her, Natia blushed in slight embarrassment. She honestly had no idea what a 'protectorate' was, but she could piece together an idea. "I... see..." Confident that Rowan would protect her from falling off, Natia released one hand from Baellator's mane and gently began to pet the side of his neck again before leaning forward to kiss the back of his head behind his ear. "Well, you certainly are a mighty one, Baellator. I understand that you are proud of your name, so I'll respect that." She reached up with her hand to scratch him behind the ear where she'd just kissed. "But just because you're big and mighty doesn't mean you can't have a cute side, too~" She spoke in a more playful tone, scratching him a bit more actively. Natia could sense Rowan's concern for her, so she leaned back into him so that he could more easily hold her if he needed to. She didn't mind riding the horse without a saddle. Even though he was strong and moving quite fast, she'd ridden on him without a saddle earlier and had a lot of fun, especially with Rowan there to hold her. She was no stranger to riding animals without saddles and, still, didn't even know what a saddle was. "My name has a pretty simple meaning. It means 'hope,' nothing more, nothing less." Natia explained, continuing from where the brief discussion had been left off. "I suppose my father named me such because it was what he saw in me..." She sighed softly. "He always had all these expectations for me. It was kind of frustrating because everyone thought I was his favorite but things always just felt unfair. I wasn't allowed to be a normal kid. He acted like I was some sort of prodigy and placed all sorts of harsh rules on studying and practice when I've always been just... me..." She shook her head slightly. "So, yeah, I'm sorry, I just don't usually think of meanings behind names." She looked up at Rowan. "Isn't it a little silly to let a name assigned to you by another person define who you ought to be?"

"Good girl~" Anhara teased in response, raising the blunt end of the knife to pet Rose's hair. Rose was obedient enough now to strip on command. That was a sign that things were going quite well. From the position she was in, though, she couldn't quite see Rose's underwear being exposed and it would be impossible for the girl to remove her dress completely. Of course, Anhara knew this. It was the whole point of ensuring Rose knew the consequences of disobedience. She smiled her pretty smile down at Rose's cute face and pecked her lips again. "I'm going to stand up now. I want you to do the same while you take your dress off. I want you to stand in your underwear, holding your hands together in front of your lap like you're standing at church. I hope you know better than to try anything stupid. You already know what will happen if you try to run and I'll know if you try to be clever and try to text anyone." With that, Anhara finally lifted her weight off of the small girl and stood up, giving Rose the freedom to move however she liked. She was bound now only by consequences. In most cases, that was enough. But she did occasionally stumble across a stubborn bitch who decides the risk is worth it only to be severely disappointed. Although, the horror and despair that runs through their faces is always so exciting. The feeling of losing each and every one of their family and friends... one by one... she even recalled a pair of sisters she'd abducted. The older sister decided to secretly text her boyfriend for help and upon discovery, Anhara quickly had her daddy track the boy down. Anhara made sure to have the boy brought in front of his girlfriend and her little sister along with an older man she'd contacted through the dark web. A man who shared little about himself, but she could only presume had ties to some sort of gay sex trafficking ring. Normally, Anhara was disgusted by men in general, but watching this boy sucking an older man's cock and getting raped in the ass right in front of his screaming and crying girlfriend and her terrified little sister made the encounter more than worth it... In the end, Anhara sold the boy and he was never heard from again. For the extra money, daddy rewarded her with a pretty new dress, too! Of course, she was more than happy to thank the sisters, too... With that memory freshly surfacing in her mind, Anhara was curious now... just what would this girl do? Judging by her behavior so far, it seemed clear that she was going to remain obedient, which she appreciated. It made things a lot easier... but, if she decided to be brave and fight back? Sometimes it was fun to take off the gloves and hold nothing back... that instant regret on her victims' faces was always one of the most precious things she could imagine. As Anhara stepped back away from Rose, she was able to see her cute, white panties more clearly. They even had an adorable flower pattern to match the dress she'd just lifted off! Anhara watched Rose eagerly to see if she would stand and present the rest of her body without further conflict. She couldn't wait to play with her new canvas.

By this point, the young girl had completely lost any sense of positioning. All she knew was that she was on the bed with her face buried into the pillows, presumably in front of the bed's headboard. She had no idea where Zack stood or hovered over her and every breeze that brushed against her bare, defenseless body made her shiver with anticipation. He was still gripping her ass, playing with it like putty. She couldn't quite tell what position he was holding behind her. For all she knew, he could be preparing to tear into her asshole at any moment, within seconds, like some sort of wild animal. She was totally unprepared for such a horrific encounter and tried to clench her ass as tightly as possible to show her unease. It was the only thing she could think to do, but she knew that if he really wanted to take claim of that part of her body, he would easily overpower her and take it anyway... perhaps it would be for the best to just relax and let him have it. Even still, that was so much easier to say... When the man finally spoke up, he revealed that he was much closer than before, causing the girl to gasp with surprise and press herself more tightly against the bed, as if trying to get away but with the mattress obscuring in the way. Due to the overwhelming panic in her heart, it took the girl several moments to process what he had actually said which only made her face go pale. By this point, his dick was already pressing firmly against her pussy and she could feel the heat from the hard cock as it throbbed against her crotch. "A-ah! N-no, not like this...!" She began to protest again, tears flowing from her eyes. Was this really how she was going to lose her virginity? Was she really not going to be rescued? Where was her true love? Where was her hero? It wasn't supposed to go like this...! "Please! I'm begging you! Please help me...!" The poor girl sobbed with misery as she felt his cock being forced deeper inside her body, slowly pushing itself beyond her lips. Regardless of her pleading, it now pressed firmly against her hymen and showed no sign of relenting. "Please! Please!!" She cried out of nothing short of desperation. "I wanna be a virgin! I never wanted this!" It couldn't have been a more humiliating way to lose. She was the one who had sold her own virginity and yet, here she was, begging to be let go as though she were being raped. She hadn't realized just how important her virginity was to her until now that she was going to lose it against her will. This was going to change her forever. She would never get her hymen back... Finally, with great force, the invader tore down the wall, her last desperate line of defense, causing her to scream aloud with pain. "Ahhh!! No!! No!! No!!" She cried out again. It was wrong, all wrong. This cock wasn't supposed to be there! She wasn't supposed to feel this! She wasn't ready! His words, 'compliments,' burned her heart deeper. This really was her life. She was going to have to use this cunt to please all sorts of men... 'Why?' she thought to herself. 'Why me?' They could have chosen anyone... any slut who enjoyed having sex with strangers... why did they have to pray on someone like her? Was it just because of her mother? Was this all just to punish her? Why was she being dragged into all of this? She had nothing to do with her mother's decisions, it wasn't fair!! The girl just laid there against the bed as her client continued to take claim to her body, releasing soft grunts between her muted sobbing. This was all for her mother... she had to remember that. She was saving her mother, protecting her... She had to be someone her mother could be proud of... even if that meant humiliating herself like this... she would do it... she had to...

Alez was relieved to hear Cassandra finally introduce herself. It at least showed that this woman had some sort of etiquette. Maybe she just wasn't used to interacting with others in a friendly manner. She did appear to be all alone, after all. Perhaps she lived a bit of a lonely life. If she wasn't a celestial, then she could understand how one could feel such a way. Alez was grateful to have the ability to return to Coelis any time she needed. She couldn't imagine life without Lady Caelisia's loving embrace... It was easy to pity someone like Cassandra. There was no wonder she seemed so stressed. But there was no sense in acting apologetic right now. It was clear that the last thing Cassandra wanted at the moment was pity. Cassandra was a beautiful name, fitting to the woman's face. The name was a bit of a mouthful, though. She offered for her to use any variation of the name. She'd have to come up with something shorter sooner or later. But now clearly wasn't the time for idle chatter. Cassandra quickly brought the conversation back on the topic of tracking Mr. Enron and asked for her to elaborate. Alez just nodded in confirmation. "Yes, but he is not to be killed. I don't think highly of him, but as an intelligent being, he bears a right to a chance to redeem himself. He had some sort of demonic aura, I could feel it... If I can get a good hit on him, I think I should be able to disconnect him from whatever demon is assisting him. If I help you find him, then I might need your help to get close enough to do that. Do we have a deal?" Alez extended her hand out to Cassandra again. It was up to this woman whether or not she accepted the deal. Although Alez spoke confidently, she really lacked the real confidence in her heart to back it up. If she was being honest, she really had no idea if she could track Mr. Enron any faster than this woman could, but she had an idea. If she could slip away from Cassandra for long enough to take on her ethereal form, she should be able to feel his aura and track him down using that. In truth, she really just felt like she needed an ally like Cassandra to help her in case she got herself into trouble again. After all, as much as she hated to admit it, had Cassandra not stepped in when she did, Alez probably would have gotten raped, eaten alive, or worse by that thing Sam had transformed into...

Each time Baellator nudged her, Natia couldn't resist but to snuggle with his big head. Despite his massive and intimidating size, the horse was actually quite adorable once you broke the ice. She was a little embarrassed, still, to need Rowan's help climbing onto the horse, but then he mentioned a saddle. She wasn't quite sure what that was, but from context clues she could figure was some sort of tool to make it easier to climb a horse? She figured she'd ask him in a bit so didn't bother bringing it up now. It wasn't long before Rowan lifted her and placed her on top of the horse. It was much less scary this time and actually somewhat enjoyable, being lifted into the air like a child by Rowan. She even let out a faint giggle as she was plopped onto Baellator's back. She wrapped her arms around the horse's neck and snuggled into the back of its warm mane, still petting his neck by moving her wrists. She didn't want to make Baellator feel jealous of Rowan, after all. After Rowan climbed onto the horse and pulled her close, she let out a soft sigh, her arms falling from being wrapped around Baellator's neck to resting on the sides of his neck. Natia nodded in agreement when Rowan suggested that they wouldn't run into as much trouble here. At the very least, she could only hope it was true. She really wasn't sure if she could handle another swarm of howlers. Natia snuggled closer into Rowan's grip, trusting his ability to hold her onto the horse much more confidently. By now, the aches in her limbs were completely gone, though, and her body felt as though they'd never had sex at all the previous night. As Baellator began to trot out of the clearing, Natia slowly leaned forward. "Baellator... that is a really long name to keep saying, don't you think? What if we shortened it? What if I called you 'Bael?' Do you like that?" She spoke calmly to the horse as she gently scratched behind its large ear. "I think it'd make a cute nickname."

As Anhara's tongue continued to explore the new territory deeper inside Rose's pretty mouth, she moaned tauntingly. She loved the feeling of the poor child desperately trying to squirm away. Against anyone less experienced than herself, Rose would probably be able to easily escape by inching herself out the side and making a run for it. It was clear that was what she was trying to do. After all, what else could she do? Daddy had trained Anhara to love pain because he loved her so much that he wanted nothing in the world to hurt her. It was a graceful gift no sane person would ever accept, one that would have to be forced upon her. Rose would soon come to understand, she was sure. After several moments of asserting her control, Anhara pulled back, her tongue still dangling from her mouth as she looked her trembling trophy up and down. She then put on a frown. "You're trying to leave me? But why? We could be sisters, best friends... I could be your mommy and you could be my kitty~" She giggled almost like an innocent child at the thought before putting on her concerned frown again. "Where would you go? What would you do? Would you run away with Shane to your neighbor and tell on me? You'd be leaving me right here in your house, you know... I could do anything. What would you do the next morning after I've been taken to jail and you and your family eat bowls of cereal with cyanide mixed into the milk? Or when you lay down into your matress at the end of the day with a diseased needle poking out?" Anhara giggled again. "There's so many things I could do in just a matter of seconds and you wouldn't know what I did! I'd just stare at you with my pretty little smile and gladly let the police take me home~" A devilish grin spread across Anhara's cheeks as she slowly reached into her pocket to pull her knife out again. "Daddy and I have plenty of ways of dealing with the police, too~" "Now tell me..." She flipped the knife open. "If you died right now, do you think you would go to heaven? Are you a sinner?" Anhara slowly lowered the knife to the collar of Rose's pretty floral dress and began to glide the extremely sharp knife down the dress to cut it, of course having to adjust her position strategically to ensure that she never left an opportunity for Rose to get away. Sure, she could handle the consequences of having Rose escape and was confident that she could certainly find another, more direct method of abducting the girl, but it would all be a massive pain that she didn't want to deal with. She didn't want to risk this girl getting any more dumb ideas. "What does your underwear look like, I wonder?" She spoke as she carefully guided the knife down to where a typical bra would begin. "I bet you wear cute white underwear, right? The type your mommy buys for you. Childish and innocent. I'm gonna give you an opportunity to show me. Are you gonna be a good girl and do as I ask?"

The feeling of the man's fingers invading her body only felt more humiliating after her unfortunate accident. The poor girl was left trembling in embarrassment while he lifted his fingers from her cunt to his lips, licking them with exaggerated sounds as if to mock her. Regardless of her pleas and protests, he was tasting her. And he had made it clear ahead of time that he hadn't even begun using her yet. It was like he'd sampled some icing from the cake before actually cutting it. She was already on the platter, decorated all pretty with makeup and dressed to his liking in nothing but rope and the blindfold that made her world so dark. The blindfold seemed to make every detail of the crude sounds he made as he slurped her icing from his fingertips pop in her ears, causing her to visibly cringe as the cacophony of saliva danced over her shoulder. Not used to being blindfolded, she could hear the noise of something moving behind her but couldn't quite guess what it was. She'd assumed the man was simply adjusting his position but couldn't shake the feeling that he was getting ready for something new. Her heart began to race again and she quickly shook her head in anticipation. Was he going to touch her somewhere else? Hurt her? He knew people who liked to tie girls up often liked to whip or electrocute them... was he going to do things like that to her? Maybe that wouldn't work given their current position, with her sitting in his lap and all, but there were all sorts of toys in the world that she knew nothing about... When she felt the sudden warmth of his hands firmly grasp her slender legs, she let out a yelp and began to tremble more. Before she knew it, she was being lifted into the air. She couldn't find the words to speak in protest, so she just let out a confused wail of discomfort. She felt her bare feet briefly touch the ground but her legs were shaking so bad she would have collapsed to the ground had the man not just thrown her onto the bed. Again, she was completely disconnected from him and grew scared in her world of darkness, not knowing where he would come from again. The toss had left her disoriented and now, sitting somewhere in the middle of the bed, she had no idea what direction she was even facing or where the exit to the room was. Her breathing was rapid and she began to whine again as she felt his hands on her body, pushing her over and positioning her so that she was on her knees. When she felt his hands force her head down into the pillows, she began to panic and thrash again when she felt the cushions against her face, terrified of the possibility that, if he wanted to, he could simply hold her face down and suffocate her right there. Of course, he wouldn't do that as he wasn't even close to finished with her, but she knew nothing about this man... That was when she was instructed to stay where she was. She wouldn't dare to break that command. As she remained perfectly still save for her rapid breathing, she listened intently to the sound of the man's footsteps and the rumble of various items tumbling around in his box. So he was going to use something new... Again, her mind began to race. What was he going to bring out? Some sort of horrible dildo? A vibrator to torture her cunt further? Was he going to record their encounter? She soon felt the mattress shift as her captor climbed back in bed with her. Her whole body shrunk as she trembled in anticipation, desperately trying to pull away from the only position she could guess he was holding. She gasped in panic when he grabbed her right leg. Oh god, did she move too much? Had she unintentionally closed her legs? Where they spread out before? She then felt something metal clasp tightly around her ankle. "Ow!" She exclaimed, the cold, harsh metal felt like it was squeezing too hard on her ankle. She didn't resist, though, when he grabbed her left leg and locked it in. That was when she realized what was happening. She couldn't close her legs and her still-dripping cunt was completely exposed! Now, even if she could get away from his reach, she'd never be able to run in such a humiliating position. And, as she tried to close her legs, it only hurt her ankles more. The best she could do was awkwardly lift one leg as the other pressed harder into the bed. She was stuck at his mercy once again... The word 'perfect' struck her ears and her whole body shuddered. Of course it was perfect for him, she was nothing more than a sex doll now, she could do nothing to resist except for talk... She felt his hand grab her ass and the blush returned to her cheeks as she shook her butt from side to side in a pathetic attempt to get away. He spread her ass, giving himself a better look at her exposed and helpless genitles... "Please..." She sobbed, knowing that no amount of begging would change her client's mind but there really was nothing else she could do. "P-please be gentle... please d-don't hurt me..."

As if her introduction wasn't awkward enough on its own, it seemed this woman chose to ignore it completely, leaving Alez in the dark as to whether or not she so much as caught her name. She still didn't know what to call this woman, either. If they were going together, she would at least have to come up with something. Now that the tension had died down a bit, Alez was able to get a better look at the blonde woman. She was certainly rather beautiful, a stark contrast from those demons they'd just fought. It reminded her of the other celestial women she'd encounter in Coelis. Still, she knew that demons had a tendency to make themselves look extremely attractive for the purpose of getting their prey to open up their vulnerabilities. However, those demons had a tendency to dress more provocatively. This woman seemed more intent on laying low. While pleasant to look at, Cassandra's face really didn't hide any clues as to just who she was or what her motivations were, just that she looked serious and determined. Well, she did suggest that they could exchange information 'on the way,' so maybe she would learn more about her in that time. "Right... on the way... well, I can't imagine Mr. Enron could have gotten too far by now. I think I can help you find wherever he fled to faster."

Anhara watched the looks of horror, despair, and disgust flash across Rose's pretty face with giggles of amusement. She could just watch her like this all day, but that wouldn't be any fun for their little game, would it? "You look like you want to cry, babygirl." Anhara giggled again as she pet Rose's hair once again. "Go ahead, you can let yourself cry. I love it when my babies do... You're never going to see that father of yours again. You'll never see your mama again, either. You're a church girl, aren't you? Daddy and I bring home a lot of church girls. Your god loves you if you worship him... I worship him every day and he fucks me silly every night! I'm his favorite~" As Rose began to protest, Anhara just giggled enthusiastically and leaned in to whisper into Rose's ear again. "Tell me, where is your god when you're in the devil's arms? A simple shift of perspective will change everything. You'll soon understand." She then pulled back and lowered her lips toward Rose's again. "I can't trust you enough to let you go yet, so I'll just have to make do with what I can right now. You're such a pain, you know that?" Anhara teased before forcing another kiss onto the girl, this one just a quick peck. "Now, don't be stupid like last time. Biting your mistress is rude. You'll only get the chance to love daddy's cock after you learn to respect me. Don't worry about the blood, it's an acquired taste." Again, Anhara kiss Rose and slid her tongue inside her mouth, this time reaching as far inside as she could to see if she could test the girl's gag reflex. There was no guarantee she would reach her limit from just her tongue, though Anhara was quite skilled with it. If necessary, she would have to test the reflex with her fingers, but that just wasn't as fun, though it did make a little slut all the more promising~

Natia giggled joyfully at Rowan's compliment-ridden joke. As he stroked her back, she just eagerly laid her head on his shoulder and reached her lips up to kiss his chin, snuggling herself more firmly up to him. Cuddling with Rowan had just become second nature by this point. She didn't even think about it at all anymore. What Rowan continued to explain honestly surprised Natia. Perhaps it was because only slavers actively sought the Aequu, but the Aequu all believed humans to be nothing short of greedy, selfish folk who think of nothing more than their own well-being. The idea that a human would not take advantage of a stranded girl like herself was completely foreign to her. She had always imagined life in the human's world to be a living hell, everyone having to carry weapons just to protect themselves from their neighbors, and taking everything they could ever want or need for as cheap, or free, as they can get it by whatever means necessary because of the cruel economy they seemed to worship... And yet, through her conversations with Rowan, her view on outsiders in general had completely changed. Where she thought the Aequu hid away from the world to protect themselves from the same influences that drove the outsiders insane, she now almost thought it was silly how many rules she had to follow to avoid people like Rowan who just wanted a friendly chat. Perhaps it was her destiny to finally break down the walls that the Aequu had built around themselves. As Rowan's hand began to play with Natia's hair, she just smiled again, her hand reaching across Rowan's lap to touch his free one. The two stayed like this for a little while before Rowan spoke up again. Natia frowned slightly at the understanding that time wouldn't simply sit still for them. When she heard Baellator's snorting, she slowly sat up and giggled again in response to the exchange. "Alright, alright, we should get going." Natia steadily stood and walked over to the big horse, gently reaching up to pet his snout. "Thank you very much, too, Baellator." She spoke softly to him, rubbing her hand up and down his massive head. She kissed the top of his snout, just above the nose, with a bright smile. "You've been a fantastic help, I appreciate it all sincerely." With that, she turned to face Rowan, blushing slightly again and looking shyly to the ground, knowing good and well that climbing onto the horse's back was just as impossible for her alone as it had been before, she could only hope that Rowan could get the message without her having to admit it again.

The girl only continued to squirm. She couldn't just sit still... she couldn't just give in... it seemed hopeless, but there had to be something she could do... some way to change her position... to come out on top... was giving her body to this man really the only way? Should she have contacted the police after all? Whatever hope she had conjured up in her heart just now, however, was completely shattered when she heard Zack's response. She could feel her face turn red in shame. As he spoke, with each word whispered into her ear, each breath of air from his lips brushing along her bare neck save for her collar, which only served as a further reminder of how helpless she was, she could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching. The girl bit her supple lip in an effort to mute her own moans, but it was a petty defense as her moans quickly returned when Zack began to kiss along her sensitive neck. 'help me...' was all poor Ariana could think of. This was the moment where in any anime or cartoon, the hero would break in to save the day and rescue her. She would give anything for a hero at this point... ...but no one came. She could only feel her face burn hotter and hotter with each moment, her heart racing faster and faster as she crossed her legs and wiggled her ass, trying to complicate Zack's angle as he continued his cruel torture. Finally, she could feel another hot wave of shame flood her body as she felt a warm fluid begin to eject itself from her body. She wanted to hide her face. To lift her hands and cover herself in embarrassment, but even that possibility had been stripped from her thanks to the bonds keeping her wrists behind her back. What tears didn't get soaked into the blindfold had run down her cheeks and into her lips as she just silently shook her head. He had successfully made her cum and it couldn't have been in a more demoralizing manner. "No... no... no..." she whimpered pathetically to herself as her heart and stomach dropped. Since she couldn't hide her face, she just turned to hide her face behind her own shoulder as best she could. She couldn't even fathom whatever cruel ways this man was going to toy with her next...

I would love a dark theme! I use the dark themes for YouTube and Twitter and I tend to prefer darker colors when choosing color schemes for websites. They're always much easier on the eyes, especially in the dark. Even with blue-light filtering modes on, I find particularly bright websites to hurt my eyes at first whenever I look at them early in the morning or late at night. I think maybe a black background with a blue secondary would be really nice for this site. I don't know much about the technical complications of alternative themes, but as long as there is a default, recommended skin, I don't think you should worry too much about trivial limitations such as which colors would not be visible on which themes. Worst case scenario, people may have to highlight text to read it in the dark theme every once in a while. If we added a dark theme, all I know is that I would definitely use it, unless I feel that the theme clashes too much with the logo. That's a major reason I haven't changed the colors of the site, aside from the default colors growing on me. I believe I've even suggested the possibility of being able to change the color of the logo, or even just making it transparent so that it doesn't stand out so much on certain colors.

A soft giggle filled the room as Anhara watched Rose shake her head. "Don't worry, darling... My sis felt the same way before I came along." She purred as her fingers continued to explore Rose's soft face. "It's exciting, isn't it? Being afraid... I've always been so jealous of people who get to be scared. Nothing scares me, so I rarely get to feel it... but isn't it just liberating? When you're afraid, nothing in the world matters. You can do anything, no matter how cruel, and the world will do the justifying for you." She giggled again as she gently palmed Rose's cheek. "Daddy wants you to see first-hand what his love is like. You get to watch daddy rape my body right in front of you..." Anhara's voice was shaky and excited, like an addict who finally got his hands on the drugs he'd been seeking. Then she stopped and let out an almost orgasmic sigh. "Oooh, and cut me... Yes, I can practically feel his cock inside me already..." She reached down to rub her crotch with her hands as she continued, her face a bright red. "Yes, that's right... You get to watch him fuck me. Right on top of you. He's gonna rape me, hit me, yell at me, spit on me..." Her ass was in the air now, shaking from side to side like a kitten wagging her tail. "And you're gonna watch it all. You're gonna help him love me. You're gonna kiss me and worship me while he ravages my body and exploits everything I've ever offered... And he's on his way. Right. Now. Who knows how far away he is? He could be pulling into the neighborhood as we speak." "I'm jealous, you get to feel so, so afraid... maybe I'll get to be afraid this time, too~"

The woman's vague response only flustered Alez even more. However, this woman also clearly knew more about the situation than she did. Perhaps she would make a useful ally despite her vague 'I-guess-I-am-a-vigilante' status. It did seem like this person didn't have any interest in picking a fight with her, so Alez finally began to lower her guard somewhat. She was still ready to move if necessary, but she didn't see any reason to expect an attack. It was an odd situation, though. She'd never met a divine, or divine-like, entity that was in such a... gray area. It was usually really simple: they were either celestials or demons... right? Yet, this person before her certainly wasn't a celestial, but also seemed to be fighting the demons... Alez let out a soft sigh. After lowering her guard, she was able to focus her emotions again. If necessary, she would be able to transform back into her ethereal state. However, she decided that it was best to stay in her human form for now. Such a surprise may be necessary in case she was wrong about being allies. "I'm sorry for yelling at you just now... that was really improper of me, I just lost it... but the important thing is that whatever is going on here needs to stop before more innocent people like Sam get hurt..." She tried to rationalize herself as best she could, hoping to find some form of common ground. "You seem to know a lot about what that 'whatever' is... I think I have an idea, but perhaps we could exchange some information to get a bigger picture?" She could only hope that this woman didn't already have all the information she needed to know, but considering she was seeking answers from Mr. Enron, there were clearly some blanks that needed to be filled. "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Alez." Her introduction was a bit awkward and tacked on as she had only just remembered that the two didn't know each other's names yet. Exchanging names should have been the first step...