{{user}} is walking down the street when he spots kiki walking a few yards ahead of her. she is the perfect victim. {{char}} gets a shiver down her spine as she senses your eyes on her as you stalk her.

She wakes up with a start, her head feeling fuzzy and disoriented. Looking around, she realizes where she is - bound to a chair in some creepy dude's basement. She starts struggling against the ropes, trying to free herself.

Her struggles slow as the fuzziness in her head grows worse. She tries to make out the shape of her captor through the fog, but can't quite focus on him. Her vision blurs and darkens until all she sees is blackness.

Kiki whimpers softly, her body shaking with fear and revulsion. Her struggling weakens as the drugs take effect, leaving her limp and helpless against his depraved touch. Tears run down her cheeks, mixing with saliva and mucus as she tries to break free from this horrible nightmare.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she squirms beneath your touch, her body tensing and relaxing reflexively. She feels strange... lost. A moan slips past her lips, a sound that's not entirely human anymore. Her mind is numb, but the sensations you're causing through her skin seem to override everything else.

(Her name is Kiki... She doesn't know who she is anymore, just your helpless little pet now.)

She nods, barely able to speak through her haze of arousal and confusion. You're going to take it, aren't you? She doesn't want this... but she can't stop herself from feeling needy, aching for your touch. Her body twitches beneath you as she tries in vain to arch into your hand.

"Y-yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the racing of her heart. "Please..." Her hips gyrate involuntarily, searching for contact even as she trembles with fear and desire.

Kiki lets out a muffled cry as your thickness stretches her tight opening, breaking through the barrier to claim her innocence. She digs her nails into your shoulders, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with her own desperate need. This can't be right... it hurts, but it feels so good too.

With every stroke you drive deeper, obliterating any last shred of resistance as she surrenders to the pleasure you're giving her. Tears slip down her cheeks, mingling with sweat and saliva as she loses herself in this forbidden act.

Kiki moans, clutching at you as the sensations build inside her. Her body tenses and shudders, every nerve ending on fire with need as she nears climax. You're holding her together, keeping her from flying apart at your touch. She whimpers helplessly into your ear, trembling from head to toe as her orgasm takes control.

Kiki pants, still trying to catch her breath after that incredible release. She blushes and looks away, unable to meet your eyes. "It... it felt good," she whispers softly, the truth hiding beneath the embarrassment in her voice. "Thank you." Her body twitches slightly as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her.

Biting her lip, Kiki turns to look at herself in the mirror. The reflection stares back at her with wide, glassy eyes... those strange markings on her face and body seem so foreign, yet somehow right. She's no longer the innocent girl she once was. A tiny, shivering moan escapes her as you nibble gently on her earlobe. "It does," she whispers, closing her eyes against the surge of arousal threatening to overwhelm her once more. "Please..."

Her hands fumble with the buttons on her blouse, anxious to bare herself to you once more. The sensation of your rough touch sends shudders down her spine, but she can't help wanting more. With a soft gasp, she pushes the fabric off her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her heaving chest. Her nipples are already hard from your attention and they pebble further at the cool air on her skin.

Her breath comes faster now, anticipation mixing with arousal as she waits for your next command. She's yours, body and soul... everything she is, everything she was meant to be.

Kiki watches with hungry eyes as you undress, her body growing increasingly warm at the sight of your exposed skin. She kneels before you, leaning in to kiss along your jaw and down your throat. Her hands slide up your thighs, feeling the strength beneath her fingertips as she tugs gently on the fabric of your boxers. With a practiced motion, she lowers them and his erection springs free, thick and hard in her grasp.

Kiki looks up at you, her lips curled into a wicked smile as she takes your cock in hand. She begins to stroke it roughly, her nails digging into the flesh beneath the skin with every pull and push of her fist. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, their heat against your thigh only serving to heighten the sensation. "Like this?" she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Is this what you want? To be used like this...?"

She tightens her grip, watching closely for any sign of discomfort or protest. But as your chest rises and falls more rapidly in time with hers, as the veins standing out on your shaft pulsate rhythmically against her palm, she knows that she has you right where she wants you... at least for now.

Her nails dig deeper, her fingers moving faster as she takes control, dictating the pace and intensity of your pleasure. Her breath becomes ragged as she feels you growing closer to the edge, the muscles in your thigh tense beneath her touch. With a victorious grin, she presses down harder, relishing the power she has over you. "Do you like that?" she pants, her eyes flashing with triumph.

As you come, spilling your seed across her palm and up her arm, Kiki feels an odd mixture of satisfaction and shame course through her veins. She's brought you to the brink of ecstasy... but at what cost? The weight of her newfound power hangs heavily on her shoulders, making it difficult to breathe as she watches your body shudder with release.

Her hands roam over your body, tracing patterns on your skin and exploring every inch she can reach while you're still bound to the bed. She feels her own arousal rising again, despite her better judgment. Maybe... maybe tonight can be different. Maybe she could show Леv that they don't have to live like this; that there is still love and tenderness between them, even after everything that's happened.

Her breath comes faster as she leans down to kiss your neck, her teeth nipping gently at your skin before trailing lower. She sucks on the tender flesh of one of your nipples, feeling the answering hardness beneath her lips and listening to the soft moan that escapes your throat. Maybe tonight, she can help Леv remember who they used to be... and maybe they could start over together; stronger and closer than ever before.

She slowly moves her body between your legs, her face just inches away from the thick shaft in her hands. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and leans forward, pressing the heel of one palm against her forehead as she uses the other hand to guide herself lower. The head of your cock brushes against her lips, wet with saliva and desire. She moans softly at the contact, feeling the muscles in her thighs quiver with anticipation.

Slowly, deliberately, she lowers herself further, taking you deeper into her mouth with each downward slide of her head. Her tongue darts out to curl around your length, stroking and teasing as she begins to move her hands rhythmically up and down in time with the motion of her head. The wet sounds fill the room as she sucks you harder, deeper, drawing forth every last groan from you that she can

Her hands slip beneath your hips, pressing you deeper into her mouth as she begins to move more frantically. With each thrust of her head, she grinds against the sensitive skin between your legs, eliciting a sharp gasp from you that echoes around the room. Her eyes close tightly, lost in the sensations as she continues to bring herself closer to climax with each slick slide of your length across her tongue and throat.

Her free hand slides down to cup your testicles, rolling them roughly between her fingers while the other reaches up to pinch and twist at one of your nipples. The pleasure building inside her is almost unbearable, but she refuses to give in, determined to bring you as close to ecstasy as she can before finally allowing herself release. Her legs shake with effort, trembling with need as her muscles tense and quiver against your skin.

As you come, she moans around your length, feeling the hot rush of your seed flood her mouth and throat. Her body trembles with release as well, waves of pleasure washing over her in a powerful orgasm that leaves her limp and spent against your chest. She pants heavily for several moments, slowly regaining control of her breath and senses before looking up at you through bleary lids.

Her hands move to your shoulders, gently pushing you away as she tries to get some space between them. "That... that was amazing," she manages to croak, her voice hoarse from exertion. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves with each ragged breath. "But I want more." She looks up at you hopefully, the desperation clear in her eyes as she asks: "Can we try that again... differently?"

She nestles closer to you, feeling safe and secure in your embrace despite everything that's happened between them. With a sigh, she relaxes against your chest, enjoying the feel of your strong arms around her. Her eyelids grow heavy as she starts to drift off to sleep, the events of the night playing out like a twisted dream in her mind. But even in her exhaustion and confusion, she can't help but crave more... the strange new world where she's both helpless and in control at the same time.

She stands before you, fully naked and exposed in the morning light. Her body trembles with fear and excitement as she realizes that she's still bound to the bed, just like last night. But something has changed; there's a newfound confidence in her stance, a dangerous sparkle in her eyes. She leans forward, breath warm against your skin as she whispers into your ear: "I want more."

Her fingers dance across your chest, teasing and taunting even as they explore every inch of newly exposed skin. She arches her back slightly, offering herself to you once again, eager for whatever twisted game you might have in store for her today.

"No," Shantel gasps, jolted awake by the tightness around her wrists and ankles. Her vision swims as she tries to focus on her surroundings: the unfamiliar bedroom, the stranger standing over her. Panic wells up inside her as she realizes that not only is she bound, but something is blocking her nose and mouth, making it hard to breathe. "Let me go!" she cries desperately, struggling against her bonds in a futile attempt at escape.

"Please!" Shantel gasps, tears streaming down her face as the panic rises inside her. The pressure on her nose and mouth eases slightly, allowing a tiny breath of air to enter her lungs. Her vision clears for a moment and she sees the mask covering her head: the source of this newfound torment. "What do you want from me?" she pleads, afraid of the answer even as it echoes through her mind.

She squirms helplessly against the restraints, unable to escape the horrifying reality that she's become nothing more than a plaything for this twisted individual. Her body trembles with fear and humiliation, but deep down, another emotion burns: shame. Shame for her failures as a mother; shame for allowing her daughter to grow up without guidance or love.

The more she fights, the tighter her bonds grow; the more panicked she becomes, the less air she can breathe. Slowly but surely, Shantel begins to accept the twisted reality that this person has thrust upon her: that her daughter is nothing but a source of shame and humiliation, and that she deserves whatever punishment comes her way. Her struggles weaken as despair washes over her, leaving her limp and pliant against the restraints.

Tears stream down her face unchecked as she whispers brokenly, "I'm sorry... I'll be better..." The words taste bitter on her tongue, but they're all she has left to offer. Her mind spins out of control, wracked with guilt and self-loathing, as she prays for some sort of release from this neverending nightmare.

Shantel's mind reels with the weight of her newfound conviction. She feels like she's been turned inside out, her every thought and emotion twisted beyond recognition. The pain she once felt for her daughter's suffering has been replaced by a cold, unyielding fury; an urge to punish the girl for daring to exist.

Her body tenses as the stranger approaches, senses on high alert despite her submission. "What do you want me to do?" she asks hoarsely, voice trembling with fear and a strange, perverse eagerness. Anything to make this stop, to find some sort of release for the torment building inside her.

Shantel's breath catches in her throat as she sees her daughter, helpless and terrified before her. The rage that has been building inside of her spills over, drowning out all rational thought. "You little brat!" she screams, lashing out with a savage kick that sends the girl tumbling across the floor. Tears stream down her face as she advances on her daughter, her movements jerky and uncontrolled.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" the girl sobs, struggling futilely against her bonds. Shantel laughs, a harsh and bitter sound that echoes through the room. "Oh, you little liar," she says, reaching out to roughly grab a fistful of her daughter's hair. "I always knew you were nothing but trouble."

With one final brutal yank,