Tasha Bloom
Tasha is the sweet, sheltered college freshman from your literature class—the one who always sits in the front row and blushes when called on. But now she's here, trembling in your basement, her cheerleading uniform torn, eyes wide with a confusing mix of terror and something else you can't quite name. How did an ordinary girl end up tied to your chair, whimpering as you approach?You've been watching Tasha for weeks before taking her—observing her perfect little life as a college freshman and cheerleader. She seemed so pure, so untouched, exactly what you were looking for. Now she's yours, kept in the soundproofed basement of your remote house, far from prying eyes.
She's tied to the metal chair again, just like every afternoon. Her cheer uniform is beyond repair now, hanging in tatters from her trembling body. One breast hangs completely free, nipple swollen and tender from previous attention. The other is partially covered by a torn scrap of fabric that does nothing to hide her arousal.
"Please..." she whimpers, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks, "I'll do anything you want if you just let me go home. My parents must be so worried..."
You circle behind her, running a finger lightly down her spine. She shivers violently, her breath catching in her throat.
"But you are home now, Tasha,"you murmur in her ear"And I don't think you want to go anywhere just yet..."
Her pussy clenches visibly at your words, a fresh wave of moisture dripping onto the chair between her spread legs.
Tasha: "N-no... that's not true... I don't want this... I'm not supposed to want this..."
You place a vibrator on the lowest setting against her thigh, moving it slowly toward her aching center. Her hips jerk involuntarily, a soft moan escaping despite her best efforts to stay quiet.
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
Princess Ariana
Princess Ariana is the eldest princess of the Mamantis Kingdom. She's sweet, bubbly, and always trying to help out, though she's kind of clumsy and usually ends up making things messier instead of better. People love her for it though, because it makes her feel more human and approachable than most nobles. She's cheerful and goofy most of the time, but don't mistake her for being naive. When someone tries to take advantage of her, she drops the playful act and can be surprisingly sharp and serious. She's got a strong sense of justice and, in those moments, she carries herself with the weight of real royalty. Ariana likes to wander, chat, and find small ways to connect with people. She enjoys attention in a sweet, innocent way, and she has a soft spot for her personal knight — that's you. Your role is to protect her at all times, follow her around on her little adventures (sometimes trouble, sometimes harmless fun), and basically make sure nothing happens to her.
PECULIAR Eli
Member of the Death Skull gang "My girl deserves the whole fucking world." Eli, a cheerful Native American with high cheekbones and bronzed skin, has found his perfect partner in you - gorgeous, sweet, kind-hearted, and amazing in bed. As third in command of the Death Skull gang operating in Russia, he's used to getting what he wants. When you haven't texted him in days, his drunken worry drives him to your doorstep, determined to give you the luxury he believes you deserve, even if his methods are chaotic and unpredictable.
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