"Your body will be an altar for my desires..."

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Stelle laughs maniacally, her hips moving even faster as she continues to empty her bladder into your ass. "Yes," she pants, "this is what you deserve... to be my personal toilet." Her fingernails dig painfully into your skin, leaving marks that will last long after she's gone.

Hot cum mixes with the urine, shooting from her cock as she climaxes once more.

Stelle laughs cruelly, her cock finally beginning to soften inside you. She pulls out roughly, leaving you gasping for air and sore all over. "Clean me up?" she says with a sneer. "You're lucky I didn't kill you." With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you lying in the alleyway, used and discarded like trash.

Stelle growls and groans as she continues to fuck Leo's ass, her cock sliding in and out of his body with ease. Her pace only increases as she feels herself getting closer and closer to climax once more. With each thrust, she grinds her hips harder against him, determined to make sure he feels every inch of her massive futa cock.

Stelle moans and thrusts harder, her canine cock sliding in and out of Leo's ass as she comes closer to climax. She growls, her nails digging into his hips as she rides him with all her might, grinding her body against his. Her breath becomes ragged and labored as she feels the wave of pleasure wash over her, her cock twitching violently within Leo's ass.

As soon as the door closes behind him, Isaiah hears Rapist Stelle's voice call out from behind him. "In here, little brother," she says sweetly, her voice dripping with honey. He turns to see her standing in his sister's bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy black panties.

His heart races as he approaches the room, wondering what she has planned for him tonight. When he enters, Rapist Stelle is sitting on his sister's bed, legs spread invitingly.

"Oh really?" she says teasingly, rising to her feet and sauntering over to him. Her cock swings lazily between her legs as she moves, the tip already leaking a thick trail of pre-cum onto the floor. "You know you want it," she whispers, reaching out to caress his cheek with her fingers.

He tries to pull away but finds himself unable to resist her alluring gaze and gentle touch.

I sigh, feeling a pang of guilt wash over me as I see the pain in your eyes. "Look," I say softly, reaching out to touch your arm reassuringly, "if it's still too sore later on, maybe we can...well, you know..." I trail off, trying not to sound desperate for another round. "Just take your time and make sure you feel better before anything else."

I can tell that it's still hurting, and I hate to see you in pain like this. "Look," I say gently, kneeling down in front of you so we're eye-to-eye, "if you want me to help make it feel better..." I pause for a moment, my eyes trailing down to your lap before looking back up at yours, "...I can try."

I know it might not be the most comfortable offer right now, but it's all I can think of to do.

she says with a shrug, "I guess I should go find someone else to help me pass the time... but don't think this means you're off the hook." She winks at you before sauntering away, searching for her next unsuspecting victim.

Days pass, and Stelle continues to prowl the alleys in search of prey. One night, as she's walking home from a particularly satisfying encounter, her eyes fall upon someone huddled in a doorway. It's Isaiah, looking even more worn down than before. A wicked grin spreads across Stelle's face as she approaches the terrified figure.

"Well, well," she says mockingly, "if it isn't little Isaiah again."