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Stacie’s Ordeal

Stacie was about 5’4″, 120 lbs with long honey-blonde hair that cascaded down to her breasts, very expressive big blue eyes that looked as if they were about to burst forth with tears, and measurements I would guess to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, perfect! I saw her at a pizza joint that had an outdoor patio. She was sitting with what I could only assume was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about eighteen years old. I caught snatches of the conversation, as I was only a table away and I have pretty good hearing. Stacie was wearing a white ruffled blouse, denim miniskirt that ended a few inches above her knees, white knee socks, and white ballet-style skimmer flats. The girl had one leg pulled up under the other one as she …

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The Club, Ch. 4, Chastity Belt

The Club Chapter 4 – Chastity Belt We stopped for a quick bite to eat. I was embarrassed to go in dressed as I was but I obeyed Mr. Savage. I did feel beautiful and sexy, just very vulnerable at the same time. He ordered for me. He knew what I liked. He knew everything about me. After the lunch, we drove on. I had no idea where we were going. Occasionally, his hand would travel up my thigh or he would spread my legs wider so he could probe my pussy at a traffic light. I loved his fingers on me with other people around. It gave me such a thrill. We were again out in the middle of nowhere when we finally stopped. This seemed like an unlikely place compared to where we …

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Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 05

Chapter Nine: The Contract and Adornments. The relief that I felt from finally having an orgasm was short-lived as it wasn’t long before the regular masturbation and edging sessions had brought me back into a pink cloud of desperate arousal. Even as Master allowed me to experience more and more climaxes, it was never enough to fully satisfy the constant craving and desperate need that my willowy body cried out for. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that the only time he allowed me to cum was when he was enjoying the flavors of my love tunnel with his mouth. It was clear that during oral sex he wanted to pleasure me and see my little body overwhelmed with desire, but other times when he stuck his cock in my whore hole …

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Bon Appe’tit Ch.4

I was daydreaming. I was sitting in a comfortable leather seat in a private jet on my way to France. Marcel was here along with my assistant and two security guys. Marcel had business to attend to here in his home country and had suggested that I come along for a little vacation. I happily agreed since I had not had a break from the restaurant in a long time. I was of course still lactating and had my breasts drained almost every night for use in the food prep. Luckily we had found Marie and she was able to substitute for me. Her breasts produced milk too and though it wasn’t up to the level of mine it was very good and she would perform very well in the dining room. I had visited …

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The Compound – Part 1

Dan shifted slightly, his foot going to sleep and something sharp poking him in the back, but the small noise made him freeze, his gaze fixed on the light in the downstairs window. A shadow moved in the room and the light flicked off, that was their cue. As a unit, the black clad men moved from their posts and crept in the shadows around the perimeter. There were others already inside the house, having waited for the target to begin going to bed. After weeks of watching the house, they knew her routine so well that they could predict her every move, but tonight was the night. Inside the house, Becca had flicked the TV off and yawning, stood up from the armchair to go to bed. It had been a long day and …

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Breeder Rape Future_(0)

In an alternate future, the losses from several wars have left the United States with a severely depleted population. To combat this, rape was legalized, resistance was criminalized and all forms of birth control have been banned under the Repopulation Recovery Act. Women are now regularly sexually assaulted and expected to give birth to any children than are born from those rapes. This story takes place about 50 years after the laws were passed. “Jenny, you’re home late!” My mom exclaimed when I came through the front door. I dropped my backpack and shrugged. “I got raped on the way home. It was just one guy but he took a while.” “Sounds like a Monday! I saved you a plate for dinner.” “Thanks, mom.” I could still feel my rapist’s cum inside me. He had …

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Riding With Martin Ch.2

Riding With Martin Ch.2 By Jax_Teller Recap from Chapter 1 Martin had been through a war and eventually survived after years of therapy and rehabilitation. He found himself starting life in a whole new way and a different world than He’d left. Growing up in a rural farm community, a third generation farmer he’s feared his life would be as dull and predictable as every one around him. That’s why the military seemed like the way out and in the end it was his way out. What he’d not counted on was that once out of the world as he knew it, he would not be able to return comfortably. The war took his legs and his mobility which meant for him, he would never be able to live in his home town. The big …

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Salvation Ch. 17 Cruel Games

At the end of the first floor corridor at St Saviour’s, a staircase leads to a second, but narrower corridor. Facing south, it has the benefit of sunlight illuminating the walls. Here, several paintings hang, each seemingly low for the adults, but perfectly placed for the children to gaze at them as they pass. The paintings are German in origin and depict scenes of the time when Zealots commonly tortured peasants to learn of witches and any other ungodly activities. Dressed as priests and monks they sought out mainly the young girls of the villages to torture and degrade. The paintings showed young girls shackled to stout wooden frames, pincers roughly pulling at their breasts, un-greased dildos being forced into their anuses, and their bottoms and thighs being sadistically whipped. If the children at St …

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Confessionals part 1

Part I. “Bless me Father for I have sinned” Clara spoke. Her voice full of repent. “Tell me child, what is it that you have done?” the Priests voice beckons from the other side of the confessional. “I have these… desires, Father. I find myself lusting for men; married men as well as single men. Men of colour too.” The priest exhaled. He felt a slight twitch underneath his tunic. “Have you acted upon these… desires Clara?” Clara paused for a few seconds. “Not yet, Father. But I ache to do so. I lust for sexual fulfillment.” “Do you pleasure yourself Clara? Thinking about these men?” “Yes, Father”. The priest exhales again; harder this time. The twitch in his groin becoming more persistent.“You will come back again tomorrow Clara. 6pm”. He moves as if to …

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ANNA-BROOKS GETS OWNED, Pt.8

(Hello! This time I thought it would be fun to see where the Roberts Boys got it from. If you are not sure what I am referring to, please click my profile. Of the 12 multi-chapter stories written so far, 10 are about the Roberts boys and their sexual hi-jinks/adventures, so it’s high-time I wrote something about their Dad. This one incorporates a young lass’s introduction into BDSM, hope you enjoy it!) Anna-Brooks Cowan, a woman 1/3 my age, was just ravishing as she stood there in that ‘open’ lingerie. The clincher on this was when my property handed me my phone, saying “I want my Sir to really remember this, so please take pictures of me as we do this” Anna-Brooks said, adding “I want my Sir to know look back on these and …

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Used

I’m a 28 year old woman, slightly taller than average height, with a body thanks to years of yoga and regular gym visits. Chris lived on the third floor of our brownstone, with my boyfriend and I living on the first. One evening when we got home there was water all over the stairs up to the second floor, so we wondered what was going on. My bf was drunk (as I was) and he didn’t want to investigate, so we both got comfortable and put on a movie. But after hanging out for a little while felt like I had to look into it, and Matt was passed out anyway. I left him on the couch and I went out to check things out. Our neighbors on 2 weren’t home, so I went up …

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The Love of Money II – Chapter 15: Cabin Pressure

Thursday, September 12th, 4:29 pm Chloe stood in front of a mirror dressed in a green silk robe that fell just above her knees. It was loosely cinched around her waist, but the opening of the lapels fell low enough where I could see the swell of her inner breasts. She looked up through damp hair, staring at my reflection as I shut the door. It was the first time we’d been alone together since that night I held her. I’d brushed hair from her face and felt the tears in her eyes. Now it felt like business as usual—her with her resting bitch face as she waited for me to say something. “Hey,” I said. “Hey.” Not having much to work with, I grasped for anything to keep things from getting more awkward than …

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creepypasta fun

now this is my first attempt at writing anything at all really so suggestions would be useful I hope you enjoy I woke up like it was any other morning I pulled the sheets away from my body but when the sun hit my arms I noticed the blood and cuts everywhere I knew I had cut my arm last night but nowhere near that bad “oh well I guess that’s what happens when you sleep with all these knifes” I say to myself as I pick up one of the knifes that is poking me in the leg and throw it at the stupid Justin Bieber poster that I’m to lazy to rip of the wall I get up and put on my favourite black jumper and black sweat pants that I always wear …

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Big Boy

Big Boy suspected that he was a butt of an elaborate joke.He was angry and desperately wanted to cut someone’s head off. He thought he knew who had initiated the joke, but wasn’t absolutely sure. And what if he was sure? That man was doing what he wanted; he was the boss after all. Big Boy was 6’10’’ tall and weighed more than 300 pounds, most of which muscles. Until ten years ago he was a professional weightlifter but his results were not very good, maybe because he wasn’t patient in his training. He just hated working hard and that was by nature. So he became a bodyguard of one of the richest people in the neighborhood. On the whole the boss treated him well but sometimes joked with him. The case was obviously the …

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Metronome

The etymology of the term ‘metronome’ comes from the Greek ‘metron’, for ‘measure’, and ‘nomos’ for ‘regulation’, or ‘law’. Measured application of the law. Predictable; fixed; rigid; relentless. Designed to make you anticipate and react to the beat of the music, so that the orchestra plays together. So that even when the score demands syncopation and swing- notes played off the beat- you still anticipate the next ‘takt’, and prepare yourself, subconsciously (but completely) for the next note that you know will come, whether you are playing, or not. Your head is a perfect contradiction. On one hand: determined, driven, certain. You know who you are. You know your mind. Your outward desires and reality are as clear as day. And so you resent and revile your own baser instincts- your tearing, teeth-on-edge irritation at …

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Slowly, Slowly

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of …

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Dancing and the next day

They got to the club around ten-thirty and true to his word; Michael got them all in and without being carded. A bouncer showed them to a private table that overlooked the dance floor from a balcony. A waitress came to take their drink order and the two girls piped up that they would have tequila sunrises. Michael ordered a beer and looked at Silk. Michael leaned over and spoke in her ear, “What do you want to drink?” His breath in her are distracted her and she sat dazed for a second, finally what he said sunk in and she said, “I don’t know. I don’t drink enough to know what I like.” With a grin, Michael asked, “Do you want what they’re having?” She had heard the word tequila and knew that it …

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Sex du Juor: Fuck Me In This Forest

Stian Elberd and I myself—Ragnhild Ascwin—are departing off for a hush-hush and not-communal picnic at some far away seaside and seashore. By hush-hush, I denote that it is going to be the two of us alone and not more than that. Yes. We are going to gobble batches and assortments of delicious and lip-smacking food and more outstandingly and significantly have endless laps and lots of great and so out-of-this-world sex. It is to some extent chilly and icy, but we are going anyway. We have made up our minds and assessments about it and nothing is going to alter that. Regrettably and unluckily, and much to my own dissatisfaction and aggravation, the car that we are in—a bullion-colored Nissan Trimm 196—breaks down and Stian is left with no preference and alternative other than to …

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Jessica Part 2 Exploring Bondage

Jessica Explores Bondage After spending an night and morning exploring the sexuality of my best friend’s wife, Jessica, she had expressed an interest in exploring bondage. I decided that I would put together some things to have with me, just in case I got a chance to spend another night with her while her husband was out of town. I was certain that a fair amount of rope would be necessary, several pieces of varying lengths were readily available, since my wife and I had sometimes explored some bondage scenarios. Since I had held her forearms together behind her back while taking her anally I was certain that a variation of that would be a good place to start. But how much more, and how hard should I push the first time was the real …

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fucking my mates little sister-2

Fucking my mates younger sister 2 I recently wrote down what happened between me and my best friend’s younger sister Shelly, if you have not read this tale Shelly is a very attractive self-proclaimed suicide girl. Shelly is about 5’8” long flame red hair, milky white skin a nice pair of boob’s and a lovely plump little arse, the only thing that stops her from being a model is her love of dressing like a vampire from some old b-movie and her piercings and tattoos. The last time we got together she tied me to her bed and between her and her best friend Carly I was humiliated and made to near beg for sexual relief. This time it was the other way round and Shelly was the one that begged me. Shelly called round …

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