The Omnistore System



Lydia's mind raced with questions as Kevin's actions left her bewildered. "What is he doing? He's kissing me so roughly... ahhh... And what is he doing with my hands?" she thought in confusion as Kevin forcefully captured her lips, his tongue invading her mouth, and then he grabbed her hands, pulling them behind her back.

After a passionate kiss that left her breathless, he released her lips, revealing the bewildered expression on Lydia's face. He smirked and firmly grasped her dress by the arm, forcibly tearing the fabric and leaving her in shock. "What's your deal?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with astonishment.

Lydia winced as a sharp SLAP echoed through the room, a stinging sensation spreading across her cheeks. She looked at Kevin, wide-eyed, as he wore a mischievous yet stern expression.

"Quiet," he ordered, swiftly moving to bind her hands together with a torn strip of fabric from her dress.

Her voice quivered as she asked, "Why are you tying my hands?"

Another sharp SLAP landed on Lydia's already reddened cheek as she dared to speak. Kevin's tone was firm as he reiterated, "I told you to shut up."

Lydia felt a wave of fear washing over her as she stared at Kevin, his anger unsettling her deeply. She couldn't help but wonder, "What is he doing? I didn't expect it to be like this..."

Kevin noticed the confusion in her eyes and grinned. "Remember, you said you liked being forced. Guess what? you're now being forced." He teased before sealing her lips with his own once more.

Lydia's eyes widened in shock as she grappled with the conflicting sensations and thoughts swirling in her mind.

Lydia's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. 'I didn't sign up for this... I just wanted some regular fun, not this rough stuff,' she thought, but Kevin couldn't hear her inner turmoil. Suddenly, his hands, no longer occupied, tore at her dress, pulling it down and revealing her red lace bra, which looked quite daring against her slender figure. In shock, she tried to pull away from the kiss, but Kevin's grip on her breasts held her firmly in place.

"nghh" Painful moans escaped her lips as she was forcefully pulled by her breasts.

Lydia managed to pull her lips away from Kevin's, her eyes filled with distress. "Kevin, I really don't like this," she said with a trembling voice.

Kevin, however, appeared unfazed. He continued to caress her medium-sized breasts through her bra, wearing a grin that sent shivers down her spine. "Well, I don't care," Kevin responded casually, then added with a hint of menace, "But if you want to make it fun, you'll have to learn to enjoy it. So, why not give it a try and tell me you like it?" His hand moved ominously as he awaited her response.

Lydia flinched, her eyes wide with fear, and blurted out, "I like this... I like this, okay? Please, no more slapping."

Her words seemed to have the desired effect as the hand poised to strike gently caressed her cheek instead. She blinked in surprise, looking at Kevin, who now wore a reassuring smile as he cradled her face. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, and whispered softly, "See? You're warming up to it. Who knows, you might even find this slapping more enjoyable."

Lydia's fears turned into reality as Kevin's hand swiftly met her cheek. She winced, tears welling up in her eyes. "Kevin, please... it hurts," she whimpered.

Kevin, sporting a smug grin, replied, "Lydia, you are a slut, so I'm going to treat you like one even if it's hurt." 

With a firm grip on her neck from behind, he pushed her face down onto the bed, bending her body into a doggy position.

"Come on, Lydia," Kevin said, his voice more casual now as he continued to hold her in position. "Admit it, this is what you secretly wanted all along. Otherwise, why the whole jungle strip show, huh? And don't get me started on the public pee break. If we hadn't shown up, who knows what you'd have been up to?" He grinned, feeling a sense of control. "You can't deny it, can you?"

Lydia, scared and anxious, shook her head vigorously. "No, Kevin, please, I didn't expect any of this... Please, remember, I am old as your grandma. Would you do this to your grandma, too?"

Kevin chuckled, his hands still exploring her body. "Well, you see, you have this smoking hot body she doesn't have, besides she didn't exist as far as I know."

"ahhh." And with rasing her hand in air smacked it, making her moan in pain.

Lydia struggled to get up, her face pressed into the bed, and her hands bound behind her back. She winced as Kevin continued to slap her butt repeatedly.

"Kevin, it hurts, please stop," she cried out, her voice filled with pain and frustration. But Kevin didn't show any signs of stopping as he maintained his grip on her and continued the spanking.

"Kevin, please... I'm begging you, no more," Lydia pleaded, tears streaming down her face as Kevin continued to smirk and playfully smack her butt.

Kevin chuckled, his smirk widening. "Lydia, this is just the start of some good times. There's a lot more fun in store for us," he said with a mischievous grin, continuing to tease her with those light smacks on her rear.

Lydia remained silent, her tear-stained face showing a mix of anger and pleading as she looked at Kevin. He couldn't help but chuckle at her expression and decided to stop the smacking. "Okay, okay, I'll give your poor butt a break," he said, flashing a grin. "But get ready for the rest of our adventure."

Her pleading expression took a momentary turn towards happiness as Kevin mentioned a break, but her relief was short-lived as he swiftly slapped her once again. "You thought I'd take pity on a slut like you? Never," he said with a smirk, lifting her dress to expose her red butt cheeks, which had become even plumper due to the continuous spanking.

"See?" he continued, caressing her butt with a soft touch. "I made your butt even bigger." His words were accompanied by a gentle touch that caused her already sore butt to throb with pain once more.