Cruelty

Thaxter Jones Special Extreme Unrated Edition

I’d like to welcome you to the special extended extreme unrated edition of my autobiography. But since you’re new to my reading material this is a two part tale part one being To The Last and part two being Bag Of Bones and since I am so kind in my own twisted way I’ve combined both to bring a more disturbing violently erotic look at my life from beginning to end. And if you think both my tales were fucked up by themselves, you ain’t seen nothing yet. “I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.”- Winston Churchill So you’ve stumbled upon my autobiography huh oh well bugger on you fucking wanker. Feel the smooth coarse leather bound cover of my story …

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The Succubae Seduction 2: The Twins, Chapter 21

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 21 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Devil’s Reward Shlee tapped Eldon’s shoulder and pointed to a large rock. “I think that one is it,” she stated in his ear, barely audible over the blowing wind. They were still on his roc’s back, flying over the dry landscape on the border between Fire and Darkness’s demesne. Eldon was lost in his own thoughts, trying to figure out what he was going to say to the vampire. Somehow, ‘Hello. Nice to meet you. You have a wonderful fiancée, and oh, by the way, we’re also in love and there’s …

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Training my Sister Kayleigh Part 2

This saga is the sequel series to the “Playing Dare with Sis” series, which tells the story of how a brother coerced his sexy teen sister Kayleigh into becoming his and his friends’ sex slave. Now that the game is over, this series explores the further humiliation and abuse of Kayleigh as she becomes introduced to her new life. DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18. In some chapters, Kayleigh is forced to role act that she is underage, however she is 18 years old. DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, sex slavery, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read. Of course, in real life much of what is portrayed in this story is despicable, …

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Guilt Expunged

Julie was a typical middle-class mum with a good job, a successful, loving husband and two beautiful children. She always attended Parent’s Days at the school; she and her husband had a healthy social life and sex life and Julie was on various rosters at church to do things like serving coffee and even Bible reading in the services. But Julie had a deep secret. Of course, Dave, her husband knew all about Julie’s difficult childhood and they had been working through it together. Julie’s mum had been a difficult woman who found it hard to show affection. Her love for Julie had manifested mainly in a strong desire to protect her child by keeping her on the straight and narrow and this, in turn, had led to a strict regime and to a demand …

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Being taught

She was 30 years old but looked to be about 23 and loved nothing more than being fucked brutally. She wasn’t what you would call beautiful but she was very pretty and insanely hot. Small, only 5’2” with 32C tits, small hips and a pretty little shaved pussy. She also knew how to dress for what her current hook-up was looking for. She had gotten married at 21 to a guy who she thought at the time was the most exciting man she had ever met, but somehow along the way his black attire and fuck all night every night stamina had worn away and she was left with a middle aged man who was happy to climb on top of her and pound for about 15mins every two weeks or so. She had been …

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If the Trees Could Speak: Part I

We glide across the city in the silver pickup with the bass thumping in the moonlit summer night. I wriggle my bottom slowly and purposefully letting the sheer flimsy thong drop to my ankles. I subtly watch my latest catch whose pale blonde hair shimmers like stardust under the flashes of street lights. But its sheen is no match for the deep mahogany eyes that only seek impending gratification. I swallow the lump of bitterness knowing that I could never have someone like that. Hookers aren’t meant for love. The city buildings gradually fall away to miles of forest and swampland. My heart gives a panicky jolt: clients never take me this far. I squint at the passing highway signs trying to figure out how to get home …just in case. “So, uh, where we …

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The Kingdoms of Pussy (Part 1)

The men of the kingdom were blessed with enormous cocks. When engorged, they stood hard as tree trunks, a full foot of pulsating man meat. Their loads were thick and heavy, hot explosions of white cum that plastered any body they came in contact with in sheer, unadulterated sex. There were hundreds of them lined up along sides of the hundred meter carpet weaved to resemble a swollen cock, a thin, faded purple vein traveling down the middle of the thickly-woven skin colored carpet. The carpet went up a set of twenty stairs, where it ended at the Throne of the Mortal Goddess, Areem Hahs. On either side of the throne were two massive marble structures, about ten meters in height, resembling the glory of the male genitalia. And on either side these, stood two …

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A game I’ve played

I was walking down the park. Around midnight. I was walking back from a friends house from a gang meeting. They all know i’m a girl. The other gangs don’t. I’m a pretty girl when i dress like one. Other than that I look like a boy. A boy that live alone across the park from the other house. I have black hair that is shoulder length. I always have it up. I have deep brown eyes with red lips. My body type is skinny and small. I am about, 5 feet, and only 120 lbs. I would look like a girl if not for all these baggy clothes. I have firm A-cup breasts. I hide them with a sports bra and a regular bra. Today i was wearing baggy jeans and a big t-shirt. …

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Someone Save Me: Pt. 3

“Daddy, please!” she screamed, and her entire body jolted upright in her bed. Cold sweat poured down her face, her heart raced frantically in her chest, and her nerves were so frazzled that her hands were shaking uncontrollably. She looked around the room; her door was closed, her lamp was still on, and no one else appeared to be in her room. ‘What a horrible nightmare!’ she thought to herself, still not able to calm her nerves or her heartbeat. She wiped her forehead and sat silently in bed for a few seconds, allowing her breathing to return to normal. She jumped nearly a mile off the bed when she suddenly heard her bedroom doorknob turning. Her Father stumbled into her room, obviously drunk off his ass. Tavia checked to see if he was holding …

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Raped and Willing

Every year I have a tradition. On New Year’s Day I completely abstain from sex. This year it is easier than most. I don’t have a boyfriend to explain why, or argue with him about it every day. Or explain why I travel to a random city in April. It’s also not just sex. I refuse to let anything penetrate me. No orgasm, but I edge every night. I spend three straight months driving my body completely insane. For one reason—not religion, not even some detox thing—but today is the first day of April and my plane just touched down. “We have made it to our destination. Please depart the plane in an orderly fashion, and enjoy our beautiful city.” “Oh, I will.” With a smile I walk out of the airport, nothing packed, not …

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Victim

I was going insane. Some people would say I was already there, and it would be the truth. I was insane, medically speaking anyways, but at the moment I was going insane because I hadn’t done my favorite thing in a while. It was time to scope out the bars and find my next victim. She didn’t have to be beautiful, but it helped. I loved when my victim was beautiful. Marring her skin up always gave me immense pleasure. Hearing her scream would always make me hard as fuck. My victims were almost always females, I occasionally threw in a man into the mix, but tonight I wanted a female. My hands started twitching thinking about taking my next victim. It had been too long since I had done this. Three months, maybe four. …

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Brooke’s Step-Father

Brooke’s Step-Father Friday Morning 2am Franklin sat with his trousers around his ankles and his big hard cock in his hand as he typed with his other hand. His cock was glistening with precum that had started to trickle down over his hand and onto the chair below. He didn’t care. He was too excited. ‘So this is her?’ Came a message from the stranger at the other end of the internet. ‘Yes!’ Franklin typed. ‘You like?’ He waited feeling his hand tight around his throbbing manhood. He had been hard for what seemed like hours, well only since his wife had retired to bed and he was alone to chat to whoever he wanted. ‘She’s cute. 19 you say? Mmmmmmmmmm!’ Came the next message. ‘I am horny as fuck right now and so close …

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RUNAWAY Chapter 18 “Time Alone with Viktor”

After a few more minutes Viktor came over to her and helped her off of Dwayne and the sofa. Everyone watched in shock as Viktor walked and guided Holly to an unmarked door. Roger started to follow but the large Italian man Vincent grabbed hold of his arm, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Holly’s eyes opened wide when she was guided through the unmarked door and Viktor locked it behind them it had a vanity with a sink basin, a toilet and a glass enclosed shower. He sat her on the toilet and turned the water in the shower on. She definitely needed to pee but it was embarrassing doing so with him in the restroom. He kept his body and face pointed at the shower to give her confidence to pee. …

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In-Correction Exerpt

Chapter 5 “What are you doing?” I asked, now worried that she was going to beat me where I stood. But the guard started unbuttoning her shirt and explained, “Having lunch.” and unbuckled her utility belt, “My way.” and tossed it out of the cell. Hopefully, she wasn’t planning on eating me alive but I lost all caring when I saw her black bra appear. Next, patent leather shoes flew out into the hallway and I swear, the sound of her zipper echoed off the stone walls. Shrugging her shirt off, she flipped it into the hallway using her baton. “Ok, this is going to be epic.” I declared and received a sharp sting from the baton on my thigh for the remark. “Don’t talk, just obey.” she reprimanded, and emptied the contents of her …

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Damien Skylar chapter 2_(0)

**Author’s Note-Again, all character’s and events are mine, do not steal. Another thing, this story contains non-consensual sex, I do not condone it, and it shouldn’t be done, ever. And story is told from two different points of view, it will tell you when it switches. Enjoy ^_^ This was first posted on an account of the same name as this on Literotica.com* ‘…’ =thoughts. –…POV– =Change of point of view Chapter 2. *Part 4* I feel my pulse racing as I chase after her. The pull and release of my muscles as I glide across the wet cobblestone, coming steadily towards her. I admire her naked body as she runs. A perfect specimen. I can sense her fear, her breath increasing, her blood spiked with adrenaline. No one can see us, and she runs …

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FuckLore: The Dryad

————————————– FuckLore: —The Dryad. Short story from the perspective of a supernatural female monster. She lures and ambushes a group of college-age hikers. Modern setting, fantasy horror, tentacles, plants, extreme, NC. —The Night Mare. Short story from the perspective of a supernatural goblin-like monster. He creeps around the apartment of a college-grad while she sleeps, putting her through a series of fantastical nightmare scenes. Modern setting, fantasy horror, extreme, NC. —Pixie Lust. Short story from the perspective of an 18 year-old boy. Out in a meadow at the family farm, he peeps his pretend-sisters and pretend-cousin masturbating with pixies. Modern setting, fantasy horror, extreme, NC. —Toy Tale. Short story from the perspective of a guy who comes back from college for a family Christmas party. He uses voodoo doll magic to hypnotize his entire extended …

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For my Son

I had always done my best to be a good mother for my son. Being a single mom, that meant that I had to work extra hard, but I did it happily. I managed to take good care of him, and even got him into a good school. But that might have ended up doing more harm than good. Many of the other kids picked on him or shunned him because of our financial circumstances. One boy in particular was exceptionally cruel, Rodger Anderson. He both verbally and physically bullied my son, and because his parents were very rich, the school rarely punished him. One day I decided enough was enough. I went to his house and rang his doorbell. When he answered the door he smiled at me, “Hey there stranger, come on in.” …

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Club Fatale, Pt. 10

Chapter Twenty-One – Acceptance The party was in full swing — as were the three women hanging before the assembled mass of Clubmen and Femmes. They had only been up for a few minutes, but already I was aching in the cock. One by one, Jacob let them down from the gallows so that I could take them once more before they expired. Redheaded Cameron. Blonde-haired Kelly. And finally: beautiful, blonde Carol. One by one, I raped them, and finished with the mother. Pulling her off me, I sprayed my semen upon her tits and face — seeding her one last time. “Sweet Carol,” I cooed admiringly, as I caressed her shivering face, “now you go to join your daughters.” I leaned in close and spoke softly, intimately, for her ears only. “I won’t remember …

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