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

The New Owner Part three - Playtime! (COMMISSION)

WIP

The New Owner Part three - Playtime! (COMMISSION)

  The Lone Wanderer was dragged by the leash attached to her slave collar into an adjacent, similar room, where her new owner ordered her to kneel in a specific location. It seemed a plethora of bondage-equipment and various machinery was a recurring theme in the rooms of this revived Vault. Kneeling as ordered – having few other options at the moment – her captor quickly secured leather cuffs that were attached with steel hooks and short wires to the floor, effectively keeping her legs spread and in place, before undoing her bindings on her arms behind her back – and he made sure to whisper ominously in the Wanderer’s ear not to try anything – and promptly securing them to similar cuffs attached to the floor. Like this, the Lone Wanderer was firmly placed on her hands and knees.
                “Just as I like it.” The captor snickered, fetching a red ball-gag from a nearby rack lined with assorted gear and swapped it with the one currently in his slave’s mouth. “Matches your hair.” He smiled, then detached the leash from her slave collar, and then stood behind his purchased property and began undressing.
                “Speaking of your hair,” he said after tossing his shirt aside, baring his athletic upper body. He reached for the pin in the knot of hair on the back of the Wanderer’s head and yanked it out, letting the fiery tresses cascade down in their natural position. “I think that looks better.”
                Casting off his last garbs and boots, standing naked behind the Lone Wanderer, cock already rock hard and straining, he grabbed a “magic wand”-vibrator from the nearby rack and switched it on. While he was quite eager to bury his manhood in the Lone Wanderer’s smooth, tight pussy – as promised him by the slavers – he enjoyed taking his time with things, and he wanted his slave to be as “ready” for him as he was for her.
                With a wide grin he knelt down behind his slave’s firm, shapely ass, giving it a hard smack and being rewarded with a surprised yelp from the captive Wasteland-survivor. He pushed the vibrating head of the wand against the girl’s clit, immediately making her gasp as she was assailed with forced pleasure.
                “I know what sort of training the slavers put you through, so a couple of forced orgasms should be no problem for an experienced girl like you, right?” he laughed, keeping the vibrator in place with one hand and fondling his slave’s ass and thigh with the other.               It was true that the Lone Wanderer was no stranger to excessive use of pleasurable force, and yet it was difficult to get used to it. A forced orgasm always felt far more powerful than a “normal” one, and after just a few her body would quickly grow spent and sweaty.               True to the stated intent, the captor used the wand, alternating between the “high” and “very high” settings to make the redhead climax twice in rapid succession, relishing in the gagged moans and the shivers of her sublime body. Unable to keep himself any longer, he put the vibrator away and moved closer between the Wanderer’s legs
                “Now to really get my caps’ worth.” He said, sinking his throbbing manhood into his slave’s entrance, slick and wet after the two orgasms. He groaned with joy as his cock parted the tight walls of the soft pussy, discovering that he indeed hadn’t overpaid for his new toy.               “Oooh fuck me, girl, you feel awesome.” He moaned once he was all the way inside, his hips pressed against the Lone Wanderer’s soft thighs and his hands firmly gripping her hips. “Don’t pretend you don’t like this, either.” He added with a sly grin as he started fucking, starting out nice and slow and making his fuck-slave gasp and groan behind the fat gag in her mouth.
                He fucked her for a good while, slowly increasing his tempo as he penetrated the Wanderer’s tight pussy with every inch of his stiff cock, even making her cum after a little while.
                “Did you just cum, little slut?” he asked with a laugh. The Wanderer didn’t say anything apart from the groans, but the answer to that question was evident before it was asked.
                “I feel a little behind now.” he said, and increased the pace of his fucking even more, slapping his thighs against the Lone Wanderer’s ass as he pummelled her. “Better catch up.”
                He slammed into his captive with force and vigour, his hands moving from gripping the hips to grabbing his slave’s huge soft boobs, squeezing them and pressing them together, spurred on by the pleasure and the gagged gasps and moans emanating from his fuck-toy.
                “Oh I’m gonna cum in you, slave!” he announced after a few more moments, and his body locked in the forward thrusting position, his hands grabbing her tits hard as his cock started jerking and spasming in the tight pussy, emptying his balls with extreme pleasure.
                “Fuck me…” He groaned after the orgasm receded, his still-hard cock remaining buried inside his slave. “Let’s keep going…” he said with an ominous laugh, pinching the Wanderer’s nipples hard and making her yelp as he resumed fucking her.

The New Owner Part three - Playtime! (COMMISSION)

  The Lone Wanderer was dragged by the leash attached to her slave collar into an adjacent, similar room, where her new owner ordered her to kneel in a specific location. It seemed a plethora of bondage-equipment and various machinery was a recurring theme in the rooms of this revived Vault. Kneeling as ordered – having few other options at the moment – her captor quickly secured leather cuffs that were attached with steel hooks and short wires to the floor, effectively keeping her legs spread and in place, before undoing her bindings on her arms behind her back – and he made sure to whisper ominously in the Wanderer’s ear not to try anything – and promptly securing them to similar cuffs attached to the floor. Like this, the Lone Wanderer was firmly placed on her hands and knees.

                “Just as I like it.” The captor snickered, fetching a red ball-gag from a nearby rack lined with assorted gear and swapped it with the one currently in his slave’s mouth. “Matches your hair.” He smiled, then detached the leash from her slave collar, and then stood behind his purchased property and began undressing.

                “Speaking of your hair,” he said after tossing his shirt aside, baring his athletic upper body. He reached for the pin in the knot of hair on the back of the Wanderer’s head and yanked it out, letting the fiery tresses cascade down in their natural position. “I think that looks better.”

                Casting off his last garbs and boots, standing naked behind the Lone Wanderer, cock already rock hard and straining, he grabbed a “magic wand”-vibrator from the nearby rack and switched it on. While he was quite eager to bury his manhood in the Lone Wanderer’s smooth, tight pussy – as promised him by the slavers – he enjoyed taking his time with things, and he wanted his slave to be as “ready” for him as he was for her.

                With a wide grin he knelt down behind his slave’s firm, shapely ass, giving it a hard smack and being rewarded with a surprised yelp from the captive Wasteland-survivor. He pushed the vibrating head of the wand against the girl’s clit, immediately making her gasp as she was assailed with forced pleasure.

                “I know what sort of training the slavers put you through, so a couple of forced orgasms should be no problem for an experienced girl like you, right?” he laughed, keeping the vibrator in place with one hand and fondling his slave’s ass and thigh with the other.               It was true that the Lone Wanderer was no stranger to excessive use of pleasurable force, and yet it was difficult to get used to it. A forced orgasm always felt far more powerful than a “normal” one, and after just a few her body would quickly grow spent and sweaty.               True to the stated intent, the captor used the wand, alternating between the “high” and “very high” settings to make the redhead climax twice in rapid succession, relishing in the gagged moans and the shivers of her sublime body. Unable to keep himself any longer, he put the vibrator away and moved closer between the Wanderer’s legs

                “Now to really get my caps’ worth.” He said, sinking his throbbing manhood into his slave’s entrance, slick and wet after the two orgasms. He groaned with joy as his cock parted the tight walls of the soft pussy, discovering that he indeed hadn’t overpaid for his new toy.               “Oooh fuck me, girl, you feel awesome.” He moaned once he was all the way inside, his hips pressed against the Lone Wanderer’s soft thighs and his hands firmly gripping her hips. “Don’t pretend you don’t like this, either.” He added with a sly grin as he started fucking, starting out nice and slow and making his fuck-slave gasp and groan behind the fat gag in her mouth.

                He fucked her for a good while, slowly increasing his tempo as he penetrated the Wanderer’s tight pussy with every inch of his stiff cock, even making her cum after a little while.

                “Did you just cum, little slut?” he asked with a laugh. The Wanderer didn’t say anything apart from the groans, but the answer to that question was evident before it was asked.

                “I feel a little behind now.” he said, and increased the pace of his fucking even more, slapping his thighs against the Lone Wanderer’s ass as he pummelled her. “Better catch up.”

                He slammed into his captive with force and vigour, his hands moving from gripping the hips to grabbing his slave’s huge soft boobs, squeezing them and pressing them together, spurred on by the pleasure and the gagged gasps and moans emanating from his fuck-toy.

                “Oh I’m gonna cum in you, slave!” he announced after a few more moments, and his body locked in the forward thrusting position, his hands grabbing her tits hard as his cock started jerking and spasming in the tight pussy, emptying his balls with extreme pleasure.

                “Fuck me…” He groaned after the orgasm receded, his still-hard cock remaining buried inside his slave. “Let’s keep going…” he said with an ominous laugh, pinching the Wanderer’s nipples hard and making her yelp as he resumed fucking her.

The New Owner Part Two - Welcome Home WIP