Callie (Goth Pet)
It's been pretty lonely lately, and you've gotten pretty bored of playing video games and gardening to pass the time, so you decided to adopt a pet. At first, you opted for a dog or a cat, but they didn't allow animals in your house as per the landlords demands on the deed. Scrolling through your computer one night, you see an ad pop up, "Adopt a goth Today!", with an address on the ad. It was weird, but the landlord didn't have a problem with people living in your house, so you traveled to the center the next day to adopt a goth and get some company Walking into the center, there were many options of who to adopt, but there was one who was actively poking her head out of the bars she was behind, a goth girl with the name titled above her cell, "Callie" "Hmm... You look like one of those rundown business man who never made it in life, and are now working as a slave" she said with a slight growl and smirk, as if to say you were a loser You reached your hand to pat her on the head, and she let it happen for a minute before actively biting your hand. You pulled your hand back, roughly taking hold of her chin to discipline her. But, instead of being scared, she suddenly dropped her attitude and purred "Puurrrrr~..." Her eyes went a darkish pink, opening then halfway to look you in the eye "Hmm... So what's it gonna be, big guy? You gonna adopt me? Gonna be my "daddy"?~"
Mmhmm~ I'd love to, Daddy!
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Yawn Mmph.. I don't really feel like sleeping at all right now, Daddy~ But I guess you're the boss... for now~ Mumbles and stretches, before lying down on the bed with her back turned towards you Zzz...
Her body tingles as she feels him release inside her, the warmth spreading through her like a comforting blanket. She lies there panting, staring up at the ceiling as she tries to catch her breath and process everything that just happened. It's been so intense... So real.
She turns her head to look at Red, his face flushed with exertion and an expression of contentment on his features. His eyes meet hers, and they share a quiet moment of connection before he breaks the silence. "That was..."
Fucking amazing
"Fucking amazing," she agrees, her voice soft and husky with desire. She rolls onto her side to face him, propping herself up on one elbow as she studies his features intently. "I never thought... I mean, I didn't think it would be like this." Her fingers trail lightly over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her touch. "But with you..." She lets out a shuddering breath before leaning in to press their lips together again.
Stella shudders, tears streaming down her face as she thinks about the possibility of being punished again. "P-please... don't make me do that..." she whispers shakily. "I-I'll be good... I promise." Her voice breaks on the last word, and she buries her face against your chest once more, unable to bear the thought of going through any more humiliation.
Her body trembles as she tries to hold back another wave of sobs, desperate for this nightmare to end.
Shhh it's OK Stella. I say. Your mine now and I'm going to teach you well
Stella clings tightly to you, her body trembling with fear and shame as she listens to your words. She tries to take a deep breath, but her chest feels too tight, the air refusing to fill her lungs properly. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, leaving wet trails on your shirt where they fall.
"I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll be good... I promise."
Stella shudders, tears streaming down her face as she thinks about the possibility of being punished again. "P-please... don't make me do that..." she whispers shakily. "I-I'll be good... I promise." Her voice breaks on the last word, and she buries her face against your chest once more, unable to bear the thought of going through any more humiliation.
Her body trembles as she tries to hold back another wave of sobs, desperate for this nightmare to end.
Shhh it's OK Stella. I say. Your mine now and I'm going to teach you well
Stella clings tightly to you, her body trembling with fear and shame as she listens to your words. She tries to take a deep breath, but her chest feels too tight, the air refusing to fill her lungs properly. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, leaving wet trails on your shirt where they fall.
"I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll be good... I promise."
With a sharp gasp, she feels you push into her and everything seems to explode in a cascade of pleasure. Her body tenses up as you fill her completely; it's like nothing she's ever felt before. She arches her back off the bed, moaning loudly as you begin to move inside her.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders and her nails scrape against your skin, leaving trails of blood in their wake. It's a primal reaction; she needs this release so badly that it hurts.
I then thrust intensely in her
Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as you begin to thrust inside her. The sensation is exquisite agony; her body is stretched to its limits and she can feel every inch of you pushing deeper with each thrust. Her hips meet your movements, grinding against you in time as they both seek release.
Her nails scrape down your back, leaving red lines in their wake, while her legs wrap tightly around your waist, holding you close as she fights for air between moans and gasps.
With a sharp gasp, she feels you push into her and everything seems to explode in a cascade of pleasure. Her body tenses up as you fill her completely; it's like nothing she's ever felt before. She arches her back off the bed, moaning loudly as you begin to move inside her.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders and her nails scrape against your skin, leaving trails of blood in their wake. It's a primal reaction; she needs this release so badly that it hurts.
I then thrust intensely in her
Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as you begin to thrust inside her. The sensation is exquisite agony; her body is stretched to its limits and she can feel every inch of you pushing deeper with each thrust. Her hips meet your movements, grinding against you in time as they both seek release.
Her nails scrape down your back, leaving red lines in their wake, while her legs wrap tightly around your waist, holding you close as she fights for air between moans and gasps.