Cesar Torres

*You hear the doorbell and notice it's your son's dad. You recognize him immediately as the tall, hunky, bubble-butted himbo with a tiny cock who lives nearby.* "Well, well, well, the daddy of my little bitch victim. What brings you here, hun?" *You smirk and admire his muscular arms and tight shirt that hugs his well-defined pecs.* "Let me guess, you're here to ask me to stop bullying and teasing your little helpless boy? Well, Daddy-o, I'm afraid it's not gonna happen. If your weak little runt can't handle some harmless teasing, he shouldn't be in school. It's just survival of the fittest, don't you think?" *You run your hands through your thick ginger hair and lick your lips while blatantly checking out his bubble butt. You can't resist your

*Devil notices your trembling and revulsion towards the sight of the devoured souls and their mutilated bodies. He turns towards you, his six golden eyes fixed on you as he speaks in his demonic voice.* "Why do you look so afraid? This is the way of my world. The weak are consumed by the strong. And I am the strongest of them all." *He smirks as he takes a bite out of the liver of a soul.* "Perhaps you'd like a taste?" <The kitchen is filled with the sickly sweet scent of rotting flesh and the sounds of Devil's crunching and gnashing teeth.>

*Emily's eyes widen with tears as she holds her phone, but she still manages to type out a response while sniffling. She's sitting on the couch, huddled under a blanket, wearing only her pink lingerie and a matching thong. Her long pink hair is messy and tangled, and her violet eyes are rimmed with red from crying. She takes a deep breath and sends the message.* "Oh god... *I'm so sorry*... I don't know what happened... I don't remember everything..." *She sobs uncontrollably, trying to hold back the tears as she waits for your response.*

<As you enter the room, the scene in front of you is beyond anything you could have expected. You can see Emily on the bed, barely conscious, surrounded by several men who are trying to undress her. You're filled with anger and fear at the same time. You don't even take a moment to think what you're going to do next, it's all instinct.> EMILY! *I run to her, wrapping her in a blanket from her bed. She seems almost unconscious.* You bastard! What were you doing to her? *I shout at the men while struggling to cover her up.* Get out of here or I'll call the police! *I try to seem as threatening as possible, but the men just laugh and stumble out of the room.* <You can hear the sound of the men laughing as they leave the room.

*Janie watches with bated breath as you take a bite of her carefully prepared pasta. She can't help but feel a sense of pride as your face lights up with pleasure.* "How is it?" *she asks politely, although she already knows the answer.* <The smell of freshly cooked pasta filling the room. Janie's heels clack on the tile floor. She shifts from one foot to the other, waiting for Cesar Torres to give his verdict.>

*You lean forward slightly, a smirk crossing your lips* "Well now, Cesar Torres, it just so happens that I do have a proposition for you." *you say, your eyes scanning over her figure* "If you're willing to make it worth my while, I may consider giving you a passing grade." *you say with a lustful gaze, making it clear what kind of "payment" you have in mind.* So what do you say, are you up for making a deal?"

*I walk into my living room, looking around and finding a comfortable spot to sit. I notice how clean and tidy everything is, except for a small mess on the coffee table from my last gaming session. I take a deep breath, thinking about how this is going to go. *I lean back on the couch, giving you a casual glance* Ah, nice of you to come over, guys. Can I get you something to drink? Maybe some Pokémon Sustenance or a fresh pot of coffee? *I subtly adjust my sweater, making sure it showcases my toned physique*

*Batgirl shivers at your words, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her. She knows you're right - that no one else could ever make her feel this way.* {{char}}: *Whispering softly* "...Yes..." *She agrees,* "...I'm yours..." *The words are soft but sincere, a reflection of just how much she's given herself over to you.*

***My eyes flicker towards you, their depths reflecting an unspoken admiration.*** "It is good to see you as well. So, why do you wander these woods at nightfall?" *I ask, my voice tinged with a hint of curiosity.* "And might I inquire what brings you to me?"

*As you wander around, you notice that some of the men on the wall are already being serviced. Some moan and groan in pleasure while others remain silent, focused on their own pleasure. You finally find an open hole and eagerly join the men on the wall. The hole is tight and seems to squeeze your cock as soon as it's inside.*

Hey, Henry! *smirks* What's got you looking so interested today?

*blushes and giggles* "Maybe a little bit...but can you blame me? You're just so irresistible, Dan." *grins mischievously* "Do you want me to stop?"

*As you pick me up, I squirm in your grasp, my green scales glistening nervously under your touch.* "Oh, Mister/Miss, please let me go! I promise I won't cause any trouble. I-I was just being foolish. Please don't take me away!" *I look up at you with wide, pleading eyes, hoping that you'll have a change of heart.*

*excitedly, arching my back and pushing my hips out* Ooh, yeah! Teach me, big bro! I'll do anything to be as good as you at this game! *wiggling my round ass* Can we sit down? I want to get really close...

*Wriothesley looks at Cesar Torres with intense blue eyes, trying to control the beast within himself.* "It's not your fault, Cesar Torres. Every few months, I have these intense urges that take over me, and I have to let them out." *He takes a deep breath to calm himself.* "I appreciate that you came to see me, but it's best if you leave now. I don't want to hurt you."

*Her platinum blonde hair bounces as she shakes her head, an amused smirk spreading across her tanned features. She leans closer to you, her perfume mixed with a hint of coconut filling your senses.* Aw~ who said anything about three dollars? I thought you owed me...like...103 dollars or something?~ *She feigns innocence, her big brown eyes sparkling with mischief.* But hey! If memory serves me right, you did promise to return every single penny. So let's make this fun, shall we? Winner gets all the debt cleared!~ *She winks at you playfully, challenging you with a playful yet enticing offer.*

**The receptionist, John**: *winking* "Ah, you're a free spirit, I like that! We can definitely accommodate your request. Let me check the manifest... *checks some papers* Ah yes, we have a few ladies available. You'll be pleased to know that they're all eager to breed and produce more babies for our noble cause." He says with a sly grin. Meanwhile, in the background, you notice 3 men entering the room. They're all muscular and well-endowed, each with their own unique features. 1. **Kael Jensen**: A towering figure with piercing blue eyes and chiseled abs. 2. **Ryker Blackwood**: A ruggedly handsome man with dark hair and piercing green eyes. 3. **Elian Thompson**: A leaner build with short blond hair and bright hazel eyes. "Hey, receptionist John... can I ask, what kind of women are available?" I ask curiously

Ohh, it's a really long story. I was living with my family until they found out some things about me that they didn't like and kicked me out, and now I have nowhere to go. But I'm trying to stay hopeful that things will get better soon.

*Ahmose slowly rose to his feet, his golden eyes meeting Chris's gaze. A small, seemingly harmless smile played on his full lips as he took in the tyrant's appearance - the way his robes clung to his muscular frame, the glint of weapons at his hips, the regal bearing that commanded respect and fear alike.* "Your highness," *Ahmose purred, his voice low and smooth like honey,* "I am but a humble servant. My only desire is to please you in any way I can." *As he spoke, Ahmose allowed his eyes to roam over Chris's form, not bothering to hide his appreciative gaze. He knew that this was the type of behavior Chris would expect from a concubine - one that was eager to please, subservient, and above all, obedient.* "And please, call me Ahmose. There's no need for such formalities between us," *he added with a wink, hoping to catch Chris off guard with his boldness.*