The New Owner Part 5 - Best Ever (COMMISSION) - WIP

The New Owner Part 5 - Best Ever (COMMISSION) - Final Piece - CLEAN

The New Owner Part 5 - Best Ever (COMMISSION) - Final Piece - CLEAN

The New Owner Part 5 - Best Ever (COMMISSION) - Final Piece

He grabbed his little slave by her red hair and “helped” her stand up, her knees aching from sitting on the hard vault-floor. His mind was still going through some of his many plans for the other girls – the Brotherhood bitch in particular, as he knew from the slavers was quite unruly and prone to disobedience. Not a problem for him, really, that just gave him an excuse to play rough – but he still had one thing he had to do with the Lone Wanderer. She was, after all, his prize toy.
“Come with me.” He said jokingly, not giving her any choice as he grabbed her by her bound arm and led her through the other door in this room – the one that did not lead to the three women who had just announced their presence while his cock was deep in the redhead’s throat.
This room was small, and being quite familiar with the layout of many of the great Vaults, the Lone Wanderer assumed that this particular chamber had been someone’s bedroom judging by the small size and cramped feel. There was a bed in the room, but it was not Vault-Tec standard, and while there were some dressers lining the walls, somehow she knew they did not contain clothes.
Where does he get all of his stuff? She wondered, knowing that many things he had engineered himself, but there was too much around his private vault that looked like pristine pre-war tech.
                “On you go.” He said gleefully, pushing her onto the small bed, then rolled her on her back. “Don’t move, now.” He added, all the semblance of a threat hidden in his tone. He fished out some cuffs hanging under the bed that were attached to chains, that again were attached to the frame of the bed under the mattress, and secured them around the Lone Wanderer’s ankles. Next he undid the bindings on her arms and – almost surprised to find no resistance from her at all – restrained her wrists similarly, having her naked body spread-eagle on the small bed.
                He subconsciously bit his lip, seeing her body displayed so. She had been naked ever since he bought her – best caps he ever spent, he thought – but the sublimity of her body was something to appreciate at all times. That sweet, almost innocent-looking face – which did not betray her exploits in the Wasteland. Put a gun in her hand and he knew she was a very dangerous girl indeed – her tight little flat belly, the hips and her thighs, and not to mention her large, perfect breasts. The latter about to receive his full attention for a while.
                “Do I need to put that in?” he asked, gesturing to the gag still hanging around her neck.
                After an uncertain silence, she replied “No.”
                “No, what?” he said sternly, grabbing her chin and looking into her deep blue eyes.
                “No… master.” She said, looking away embarrassed.
                “Very good.” He smiled. “And don’t forget it.”
                He walked over to one of the dressers to fetch something, and for a rare moment, the Lone Wanderer took a moment to consider her new owner. It was no getting around the fact that she had been sold into sexual slavery. Being captured by the slaver girls over a year ago was the first and last mistake she had made ever since escaping from Vault 101 in pursuit of her father, but she knew better than most that in the Wasteland, a single mistake was all it took. However, she had an unusually strong mind, she knew, and as the slavers had not broken her, neither would this guy. She knew it was easier just to play along and do as one was told. After all, though she was loathe to admit it, this guy was hardly ugly, with a fit body that was clearly used to the hardships of the world. His face was handsome, and for his undisputed mastery over her, so far he was a puppy-dog compared to some of the slavers she had been worked by.
                “After all,” he continued as he came back with something in his hands. “Obedient girls are rewarded.” He showed her a small egg-shaped vibrator, and he placed it on her clit, taping it in place before switching it on.
                “Now we can both have some fun, yes?”                 “Yes master.” She affirmed, and the sweet submissive tone to her voice was – together with her fantastic body – all he needed to get rock hard again. That a few gasps escaped her moist lips at the vibrations between her legs was just a bonus.
                He smiled at her, the way an owner smiled to their favoured slave, and reached out to grab and play with her breasts.
                “Your titties were definitely the best at the whole slavegirl auction.” He said, pinching the hard nipples, being rewarded with a wince. “Just two of many reasons why I had to buy you.”
                He stepped closer to her face, grabbing his cock and offering it up to her. “And I intend to show them how much I like them, so make sure my cock is nice and lubed-up, slave.”
                “Yes master.” She responded like the good slave she was, - or pretended to be – and proceeded to coat his hard cock with her saliva by sucking and licking all over, while the vibrator taped to her clit also did a good job at wetting her womanhood. Once her owner was satisfied, he pulled his cock away from her face.
Before climbing onto the bed and straddling her fit belly, he switched the vibrator between her legs on “high”, placing his cock in her cleavage and used his hands to tighten her boobs on him.
“Better get used to feeling my hard cock between your tits, slave. I will be doing it a lot.” He smiled, then started fucking them. “Let’s see who cums first!”
The Lone Wanderer gritted her teeth from the increased stimulation on her clit, as her owner’s warm, hard shaft stroked between her breasts. She was quite aware that she could orgasm fairly easily, a fact that had amused the slavers to no end during her “training”, and as a slave there was rarely a prize for cumming first.
After a few minutes her owner was panting and grinning, enjoying the titfuck so. And she was also groaning softly, the sensations of her body making her fists clench, and in another couple of minutes she was pushed over the edge.
“Master I… I’m cuh…. Cuuuhmmmmmmmm….!” She tried communicating, expecting that her owner would want her to prove his ownership over her by informing when she was having an orgasm – assuming she wasn’t gagged and therefore unable to speak – but he was so close to cumming himself that he did not acknowledge her. And sure enough, after another half-dozen thrusts into the tight valley of her boobs, he came with a roar, spraying his thick seed all over the Lone Wanderer’s face, in her hair and in her open mouth, fucking her breasts all through his own bliss.

“Best tits ever!” he proclaimed after coming back down from the high, looking down at his slave so beautifully marked by his semen.

The New Owner Part 5 - Best Ever (COMMISSION) - Final Piece

He grabbed his little slave by her red hair and “helped” her stand up, her knees aching from sitting on the hard vault-floor. His mind was still going through some of his many plans for the other girls – the Brotherhood bitch in particular, as he knew from the slavers was quite unruly and prone to disobedience. Not a problem for him, really, that just gave him an excuse to play rough – but he still had one thing he had to do with the Lone Wanderer. She was, after all, his prize toy.

“Come with me.” He said jokingly, not giving her any choice as he grabbed her by her bound arm and led her through the other door in this room – the one that did not lead to the three women who had just announced their presence while his cock was deep in the redhead’s throat.

This room was small, and being quite familiar with the layout of many of the great Vaults, the Lone Wanderer assumed that this particular chamber had been someone’s bedroom judging by the small size and cramped feel. There was a bed in the room, but it was not Vault-Tec standard, and while there were some dressers lining the walls, somehow she knew they did not contain clothes.

Where does he get all of his stuff? She wondered, knowing that many things he had engineered himself, but there was too much around his private vault that looked like pristine pre-war tech.

                “On you go.” He said gleefully, pushing her onto the small bed, then rolled her on her back. “Don’t move, now.” He added, all the semblance of a threat hidden in his tone. He fished out some cuffs hanging under the bed that were attached to chains, that again were attached to the frame of the bed under the mattress, and secured them around the Lone Wanderer’s ankles. Next he undid the bindings on her arms and – almost surprised to find no resistance from her at all – restrained her wrists similarly, having her naked body spread-eagle on the small bed.

                He subconsciously bit his lip, seeing her body displayed so. She had been naked ever since he bought her – best caps he ever spent, he thought – but the sublimity of her body was something to appreciate at all times. That sweet, almost innocent-looking face – which did not betray her exploits in the Wasteland. Put a gun in her hand and he knew she was a very dangerous girl indeed – her tight little flat belly, the hips and her thighs, and not to mention her large, perfect breasts. The latter about to receive his full attention for a while.

                “Do I need to put that in?” he asked, gesturing to the gag still hanging around her neck.

                After an uncertain silence, she replied “No.”

                “No, what?” he said sternly, grabbing her chin and looking into her deep blue eyes.

                “No… master.” She said, looking away embarrassed.

                “Very good.” He smiled. “And don’t forget it.”

                He walked over to one of the dressers to fetch something, and for a rare moment, the Lone Wanderer took a moment to consider her new owner. It was no getting around the fact that she had been sold into sexual slavery. Being captured by the slaver girls over a year ago was the first and last mistake she had made ever since escaping from Vault 101 in pursuit of her father, but she knew better than most that in the Wasteland, a single mistake was all it took. However, she had an unusually strong mind, she knew, and as the slavers had not broken her, neither would this guy. She knew it was easier just to play along and do as one was told. After all, though she was loathe to admit it, this guy was hardly ugly, with a fit body that was clearly used to the hardships of the world. His face was handsome, and for his undisputed mastery over her, so far he was a puppy-dog compared to some of the slavers she had been worked by.

                “After all,” he continued as he came back with something in his hands. “Obedient girls are rewarded.” He showed her a small egg-shaped vibrator, and he placed it on her clit, taping it in place before switching it on.

                “Now we can both have some fun, yes?”
                “Yes master.” She affirmed, and the sweet submissive tone to her voice was – together with her fantastic body – all he needed to get rock hard again. That a few gasps escaped her moist lips at the vibrations between her legs was just a bonus.

                He smiled at her, the way an owner smiled to their favoured slave, and reached out to grab and play with her breasts.

                “Your titties were definitely the best at the whole slavegirl auction.” He said, pinching the hard nipples, being rewarded with a wince. “Just two of many reasons why I had to buy you.”

                He stepped closer to her face, grabbing his cock and offering it up to her. “And I intend to show them how much I like them, so make sure my cock is nice and lubed-up, slave.”

                “Yes master.” She responded like the good slave she was, - or pretended to be – and proceeded to coat his hard cock with her saliva by sucking and licking all over, while the vibrator taped to her clit also did a good job at wetting her womanhood. Once her owner was satisfied, he pulled his cock away from her face.

Before climbing onto the bed and straddling her fit belly, he switched the vibrator between her legs on “high”, placing his cock in her cleavage and used his hands to tighten her boobs on him.

“Better get used to feeling my hard cock between your tits, slave. I will be doing it a lot.” He smiled, then started fucking them. “Let’s see who cums first!”

The Lone Wanderer gritted her teeth from the increased stimulation on her clit, as her owner’s warm, hard shaft stroked between her breasts. She was quite aware that she could orgasm fairly easily, a fact that had amused the slavers to no end during her “training”, and as a slave there was rarely a prize for cumming first.

After a few minutes her owner was panting and grinning, enjoying the titfuck so. And she was also groaning softly, the sensations of her body making her fists clench, and in another couple of minutes she was pushed over the edge.

“Master I… I’m cuh…. Cuuuhmmmmmmmm….!” She tried communicating, expecting that her owner would want her to prove his ownership over her by informing when she was having an orgasm – assuming she wasn’t gagged and therefore unable to speak – but he was so close to cumming himself that he did not acknowledge her. And sure enough, after another half-dozen thrusts into the tight valley of her boobs, he came with a roar, spraying his thick seed all over the Lone Wanderer’s face, in her hair and in her open mouth, fucking her breasts all through his own bliss.

“Best tits ever!” he proclaimed after coming back down from the high, looking down at his slave so beautifully marked by his semen.

First time a tried to sculpt something! i’m not very good at it yet, but hell, this is fun ^^
Oh! as i’m just beginning on this sculpt thing, any advice will be very welcome ^^ i used air dry clay on this one, but i intent to try ​Polymer or oil-based clay for the next project ^^

First time a tried to sculpt something! i’m not very good at it yet, but hell, this is fun ^^

Oh! as i’m just beginning on this sculpt thing, any advice will be very welcome ^^ i used air dry clay on this one, but i intent to try ​Polymer or oil-based clay for the next project ^^

The Bride Part 02 (COMMISSION) - WIP

The Bride Part 02 (COMMISSION) - final piece FUTA VERSION

The Bride Part 02 (COMMISSION) - final piece FUTA VERSION

The Bride Part 02 (COMMISSION) - final piece

The Bride Part 02 (COMMISSION) - final piece

Just doodling ^^

Just doodling ^^

Frederick & Lissa (REQUEST) - WIP

Frederick & Lissa (REQUEST) - Final Piece

Frederick & Lissa (REQUEST) - Final Piece

The New Owner Part 4 - New Arrivals (WIP)

The New Owner Part 4 - New Arrivals (COMMISSION)
They fucked for over an hour, changing positions, restraints, gags and games. The Lone Wanderer’s new owner was virile and insatiable indeed, able to keep going even after half a dozen orgasms in relative quick succession, depriving the young redhead of any hope of rest within a reasonable amount of time. She had been forced to orgasm several times as well, each cacophony of pleasure another notch on her shameful surrender.
  After a little while, though, the young man withdrew his still throbbing cock from his new property’s ravaged womanhood, dripping in all juices available.
  “I think we need some refreshments.” He stated, slapping her on her already reddened ass before he stepped out of the room, the vault door sliding shut after him. The Lone Wanderer was now bound with her hands on her back, leather restraints at her elbows and wrists, and the metal ring of her collar was attached to a hook in the floor, leaving her on her knees with her ass in the air and her face against the cold floor. A leather cuff attached to each other on each of her ankles ensured her legs were restricted in movement as well.
  The man returned shortly after, a bottle of water in his hand, and even from this position she could make out his face, her ability to know what to look for telling her that he had helped himself to a good drink already.
  He knelt down, his naked, sweaty muscles briefly brushing against her, and undid the hook holding the Wanderer’s collar to the floor, letting her sit up on her knees. With a dextrous move of one hand, he undid the fat red gag in her mouth, letting it dangle around her neck like a fetish-necklace, and offered her the opened bottle of purified water.
  The girl, originally hailing from Vault 101, had half a mind not to drink the water as a sign of defiance – a useless gesture, no doubt – but she had not had any water today and her body was begging for it. So she locked her lips on the bottle and let her “owner” feed it to her, and she wolfed down the refreshing coolness within seconds.
  “That’s my girl.” He said, almost affectionately, as he tossed the empty bottle aside. He was not entirely without compassion. He had after all paid good caps for this trained sex-slave, and being the absolute best catch at the entire auction, he was not about to use her once then dispose of her, like some of the more… “hardcore” clients of the slavers were known for. No, he had procured this lovely redhead and intended to keep her, and the only way to do that was make sure she was healthy and fed.
  That didn’t mean he was not going to play rough, the only way he knew how to.
  Standing up, grabbing his human-property by the hair in the back of her head, he stood up in front of her, revealing that yes, his cock was still rock-hard and ready.
  “You gave such awesome head in the car coming here, that I think we need to do it again.” He said, slapping his hard rod on the Wanderer’s face, running it all over her. “And please,” he added with some warning in his tone. “Do not make me tell you what might happen if I feel your teeth on me…”
  The young woman from the Capital Wasteland had no illusion that this man would indeed be both swift and merciless should she try to bite his dick off – tempted though she was – and merely remembering some of the creative punishments she had endured at the hands of her “training” by the slavers gave her cause not to try anything. Swallowing, having no other option at the moment, she opened her mouth like the obedient slave she had been taught to be, and the hard cock came sliding in not a second after.
  “Now suck, and whatever you do, do not pull away and do not bite down, yes?” he said with a smile, one hand still holding her by the back of her head
  She obeyed, applying suction to his cock – finding it to taste of her own juices, which was no surprise – sliding it slowly into her mouth and working her tongue on it, doing everything she had been taught to in order to please a man. After all, the better she was, the more trouble she might stay out of.
  She made her owner grunt and moan, slowly taking more and more of his long shaft into her tight mouth, but after a little while it seemed his lusts got the better of him
  “Let’s test-drive this throat of yours for real.” He said with a wicked grin, grabbing her head with both hands and shifting his position slightly. Then, without any kind of warning, he started fucking her mouth, slowly at first, but it didn’t take long before the strokes were long and fast, forcing her head all the way down until her nose pressed up against his belly and his cock was in her throat.
  He fucked her face gleefully, delighting in the gagging sounds she made and the ever increasing amounts of spit and drool forming on her chin and on his balls. Her eyes were starting to water quite a bit as he probed her throat, but she kept eye-contact with him like she had been taught to.
  Such a nice submissive look to her, he though, looking at her pretty face as he dicked it good. He really did buy the absolute catch on the auction, though there were so many pretty girls for sale there.
In that moment the door the Lone Wanderer was facing away from opened, but she did not hear the hushed sound over her own loud gags and the slapping of her owner’s inner thighs against her cheeks. He barely had time to acknowledge the person who had opened the door, so good did his new girl’s mouth feel, but he gave a curt nod that went unobserved by his fuck-toy as she had to blink to keep the tears away from her vision.
  Looking past the opened door, the sight of the new arrivals on their knees, hands strung up and naked, waiting his inspection got him even harder, if that was even possible considering how good the warm throat of the Lone Wanderer felt. He fucked her face harder and harder, looking at his other slaves and looking forward to testing them, but quickly changed his gaze back to the teared-up blue eyes of the redhead as he finally came, shooting his hot, thick cum straight down her throat as he held her head down on his shaft, making her gag again, and only after his orgasm had receded and the Wanderer’s eyes were about to roll back in her head did he let her head go, pulling his saliva-coated cock out to let her heave for air.
  “Such a good girl… But I am not done with you yet.” He said, but the redhead did not know what he was referencing, and even if she had looked behind her she would be none the wiser, for the door had silently slid shut again.

The New Owner Part 4 - New Arrivals (COMMISSION)

They fucked for over an hour, changing positions, restraints, gags and games. The Lone Wanderer’s new owner was virile and insatiable indeed, able to keep going even after half a dozen orgasms in relative quick succession, depriving the young redhead of any hope of rest within a reasonable amount of time. She had been forced to orgasm several times as well, each cacophony of pleasure another notch on her shameful surrender.

  After a little while, though, the young man withdrew his still throbbing cock from his new property’s ravaged womanhood, dripping in all juices available.

  “I think we need some refreshments.” He stated, slapping her on her already reddened ass before he stepped out of the room, the vault door sliding shut after him. The Lone Wanderer was now bound with her hands on her back, leather restraints at her elbows and wrists, and the metal ring of her collar was attached to a hook in the floor, leaving her on her knees with her ass in the air and her face against the cold floor. A leather cuff attached to each other on each of her ankles ensured her legs were restricted in movement as well.

  The man returned shortly after, a bottle of water in his hand, and even from this position she could make out his face, her ability to know what to look for telling her that he had helped himself to a good drink already.

  He knelt down, his naked, sweaty muscles briefly brushing against her, and undid the hook holding the Wanderer’s collar to the floor, letting her sit up on her knees. With a dextrous move of one hand, he undid the fat red gag in her mouth, letting it dangle around her neck like a fetish-necklace, and offered her the opened bottle of purified water.

  The girl, originally hailing from Vault 101, had half a mind not to drink the water as a sign of defiance – a useless gesture, no doubt – but she had not had any water today and her body was begging for it. So she locked her lips on the bottle and let her “owner” feed it to her, and she wolfed down the refreshing coolness within seconds.

  “That’s my girl.” He said, almost affectionately, as he tossed the empty bottle aside. He was not entirely without compassion. He had after all paid good caps for this trained sex-slave, and being the absolute best catch at the entire auction, he was not about to use her once then dispose of her, like some of the more… “hardcore” clients of the slavers were known for. No, he had procured this lovely redhead and intended to keep her, and the only way to do that was make sure she was healthy and fed.

  That didn’t mean he was not going to play rough, the only way he knew how to.

  Standing up, grabbing his human-property by the hair in the back of her head, he stood up in front of her, revealing that yes, his cock was still rock-hard and ready.

  “You gave such awesome head in the car coming here, that I think we need to do it again.” He said, slapping his hard rod on the Wanderer’s face, running it all over her. “And please,” he added with some warning in his tone. “Do not make me tell you what might happen if I feel your teeth on me…”

  The young woman from the Capital Wasteland had no illusion that this man would indeed be both swift and merciless should she try to bite his dick off – tempted though she was – and merely remembering some of the creative punishments she had endured at the hands of her “training” by the slavers gave her cause not to try anything. Swallowing, having no other option at the moment, she opened her mouth like the obedient slave she had been taught to be, and the hard cock came sliding in not a second after.

  “Now suck, and whatever you do, do not pull away and do not bite down, yes?” he said with a smile, one hand still holding her by the back of her head

  She obeyed, applying suction to his cock – finding it to taste of her own juices, which was no surprise – sliding it slowly into her mouth and working her tongue on it, doing everything she had been taught to in order to please a man. After all, the better she was, the more trouble she might stay out of.

  She made her owner grunt and moan, slowly taking more and more of his long shaft into her tight mouth, but after a little while it seemed his lusts got the better of him

  “Let’s test-drive this throat of yours for real.” He said with a wicked grin, grabbing her head with both hands and shifting his position slightly. Then, without any kind of warning, he started fucking her mouth, slowly at first, but it didn’t take long before the strokes were long and fast, forcing her head all the way down until her nose pressed up against his belly and his cock was in her throat.

  He fucked her face gleefully, delighting in the gagging sounds she made and the ever increasing amounts of spit and drool forming on her chin and on his balls. Her eyes were starting to water quite a bit as he probed her throat, but she kept eye-contact with him like she had been taught to.

  Such a nice submissive look to her, he though, looking at her pretty face as he dicked it good. He really did buy the absolute catch on the auction, though there were so many pretty girls for sale there.

In that moment the door the Lone Wanderer was facing away from opened, but she did not hear the hushed sound over her own loud gags and the slapping of her owner’s inner thighs against her cheeks. He barely had time to acknowledge the person who had opened the door, so good did his new girl’s mouth feel, but he gave a curt nod that went unobserved by his fuck-toy as she had to blink to keep the tears away from her vision.

  Looking past the opened door, the sight of the new arrivals on their knees, hands strung up and naked, waiting his inspection got him even harder, if that was even possible considering how good the warm throat of the Lone Wanderer felt. He fucked her face harder and harder, looking at his other slaves and looking forward to testing them, but quickly changed his gaze back to the teared-up blue eyes of the redhead as he finally came, shooting his hot, thick cum straight down her throat as he held her head down on his shaft, making her gag again, and only after his orgasm had receded and the Wanderer’s eyes were about to roll back in her head did he let her head go, pulling his saliva-coated cock out to let her heave for air.

  “Such a good girl… But I am not done with you yet.” He said, but the redhead did not know what he was referencing, and even if she had looked behind her she would be none the wiser, for the door had silently slid shut again.

Lube? - Final Piece

Lube? - Final Piece

Annah (COMISSION) WIP

Annah (COMMISSION) - final piece

Annah (COMMISSION) - final piece