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Rule of Women

Rule of Woman Chapter 1 *Disclaimer* The following story has a lot of sensitive elements. For one, women are ruling the world and the world being in a matriarchal society where men are essentially slaves. Second, mind control with women at the helm. Finally, there is incest within the story in a society that doesn’t have qualms about it. *Author’s Note* Well, this idea has been in my head for a while. Not a proud moment to write, but hey, sometimes the art dictates. My hope is that this story delves into some cool things and shows a world of interesting possibilities. There should be more than one chapter, but I am not sure where to go after this chapter. If there is more, it will be different stories per chapter. Like a magazine issue, …

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Creature Features

“Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes.” -Neil Gaiman, “The Sandman” *** October 31st, 6:10 PM: The house was dark except for the black-and-white flicker of the TV screen. Richard stared at it, passive, waiting. A voice wailed from the speakers: “It’s alive, it’s moving! It’s alive it’s alive—it’s ALIVE!” Richard yawned and checked the time. Behind him, Dwight was going back to the liquor cabinet. “I’d go easy on that,” Richard said. Dwight’s hands shook as he put the glass back. “I need to settle my nerves.” “It’ll all be over soon,” Richard said. “And with nothing to show for it.” Dwight looked surprised. Richard rolled his eyes. “I’m not scared of Pierce’s witchcraft. And you shouldn’t …

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Village of Lust – Chapter 2: Unexpected Detours

The next morning, Jason left his room, heading for the kitchen for breakfast. On his way past he paused at the door to his sisters room, he heard her crashing around, thinking she was angry with him for how he had just thrown her out the night before. After a brief pause, he headed down the stairs. “Morning Mum” he said as he entered the kitchen “What’s going on today?” “You have school, why are you not in your uniform?” Gwen replied stoutly, “Oh.. uh…I dunno, I have a lot on my mind” he replied confused “I’ll go change” “Wait a minute young man” she shouted after him, placing her right arm on her hip “You’ll eat your breakfast first, thank you very much”. Jason sat, eating a bowl of Corn Flakes, his mind wandered …

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Holy Shit!!!!

I was walking down the street one day and I heard a load noise behind me. I turn quickly and saw the grill of a BMW coming right for me. There was no time for anything. I didn’t even have time to scream. I thought “HOLY SHIT!!” as loud as I could in my mind. That’s when it happened. Everything stopped. There was no sound, no movement, no nothing. The car was about one inch from me. I walked out of the way of the car and looked around. A kid across the street was playing with a ball and it was suspended in mid air. I figured I had to be dead or something. I walked up to the drivers side of the car that was about to hit me. I expected to find …

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Twelve Days a Slave 10 of 13

This is the story of a young woman’s conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOTprohibit slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other words, the Constitution allows penal slavery. After the woman is convicted, a “sentence negotiator” gets her sentence reduced to a public day of repentance followed by eleven days of public punishment. Following that, she is to serve one year of penal servitude. This story deals with non-consensual punishment, pain, and involuntary slavery. If such topics offend you or upset you, I would advise skipping this particular book. There are thirteen chapters to this story. The chapters can be read …

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Robert’s Story Chapter 15

Aftermath Stopping at the hotel desk I asked the clerk to send someone to find Mr. Powell’s children and have them sent to their room immediately. I grabbed a note pad and scribbled out a quick note then stuffing into an envelope to be delivered to Natashia. The TV’s behind the reception desk had helicopter views of a big warehouse fire bringing a smile to my face, I ushered the girls to our room. “Girls go pack now, get everything ready to go, we must leave”. Shelly began to cry, Sam held her close, tears streaming down her own face. “I miss my mommy”, Shelly whined as her crying escalated. Sam also broke down. I pulled them close and held them, rocking them, trying my best to comfort them. “I will send you home babies. …

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First Time Under Full Moon

I was only 14, and I was lonely. Growing up, I never had many friends; everyone thought I was too weird. My clothing made most people think I was Goth but I wasn’t, I just liked black and listening to metal, but the Goths thought of me as a wanabe poser. So you could imagine my frustration. All I wanted was for someone to like me for who I was, not by some label. To top it off, I was at puberty, so I had no friends, which meant no guys to hook me up or no girls I could work my way into their panties. So I spent most of my time reading. Since nobody bothered me they never knew that I always read erotic novels which I’d swipe from my cousin and legal …

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Dr Nooo! (a complete BDSM story)

Her Buick had been threatening to cut out for the last five miles, and finally it had given up. Jennifer peered through the rain drenched windscreen as she steered the silent vehicle to a stand still at the side of the forest road. She’d come all this way out for a college party and now her pride and joy, her little car had let her down. She gave a frustrated grunt holding her hands up in disbelief. The windscreen wipers still screeched to and fro and she could just make out a window light not far into the trees. It was late evening and she’d seen too few cars to think one would be coming along very soon. So she decided to make a dash for it. The light was deceptively distant and by the …

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Demonic 2

Ayame believes that’s it not a persons heritage that defines them but their enviornment and how their raised, for example an adopted child who’s biological parents are violent alchoholics and drug users can live a normal productive life if that child is raised by the adoptive parents in a positive enviornment far away from negative stimuly. Ayame is sure that if she can escape with her Orc Son and raise him alone, away from all violent and sexual stimuly then her Orc Son won’t try to rape and impregnate her when he’s old enough. Knowing what Rikimarue has planned for her would make any Woman go insane but Ayame keeps her sanity by focusing on several scenarios such as all the ways she could escape with her Son, even if she could escape with her …

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SCHOOL-TEACHER LESBIAN RAPE

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 The young school-teacher fled desperately down the corridor, the flat slapping of her shoes echoing sharply in the silence. Panting for breath, she ran past deserted classrooms, none of which offered any hope of refuge or escape – she was on the third floor of a long block, and even if a window would open far enough, it was too high to jump. Tearful and gasping, she looked back over her shoulder at the sounds of closing pursuit, the raucous whoops of her hunters. Three black teenage girls appeared around the corner, running with an easy lope, barely having broken into a sweat. They laughed jeeringly when they saw her small form leaning against a doorway, exhausted and straining for breath. The teacher realised at that moment that it was hopeless …

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Fucking My Sister’s Best Friend

Molly was the devil. Period. She’s a vicious little Satan that existed in this world only to torment me. I felt like if there’s a God up there, Molly was the personification of God’s-Fucking-Me-Over-in-The-Asshole-with-a-Studded-Dildo. Not only was she my little sister’s best friend, which means she was constantly here in our house, she’s also unfairly gorgeous. I mean, how often do you see a red head with round blue eyes that shine brighter than any stars throughout the cosmos and a body that attracts men like UV light attracts flies. And that analogy was quite fitting for describing her because every time some guy got close to her, he was singed into a crisp with the constant barrage of negative criticisms. And as ill-fortune seemed to hang around me, I was one of those guys. …

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Becoming Nick’s Slave Part 1

My name is Kara. I was nineteen when I began my journey into BDSM, and sexual exploration as a submissive. I was a waitress at a bar. I had been working there since I turned eighteen. There was this regular who came in almost every night, alone. He looked like a successful business man, always wore his work suit, and had his briefcase with him. He was quite older than me, probably mid to late 30’s. He would order a rhy and coke, watch the game on tv, then two hours later would leave a tip, and be on his way. Lately I had been noticing him looking at me. My job as a waitress demanded that I always wear a plaid skirt, and tight shirt. So, it was common for the men to check …

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The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 27) – Laura The Whore

Chapter 27 LAURA THE WHORE The Mayim Clinic’s next step for Laura was one of the worst. And they made her beg for it. When Laura turned up, high on her aphrodisiacs, pussy dripping, she wasn’t strapped to a machine or shown any films. Instead she was merely stripped naked, made to stand against a wall, and watch as a naked Roy approached her, and eased his hard cock into her cunt. Laura made a token attempt to resist, but her well-conditioned arms refused to obey, and her soaking wet snatch offered his dick no resistance. Amy watched as Roy slowly fucked Laura, and after a while the pretty researcher removed her own clothes. A confused Laura just stood there, her cunt being fucked, and waited to learn what the program was for the day. …

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Jagan’s Honeymoon

Jagan was a 21 year old man. He had recently married Deepa. Deepa was a 20 year sex bomb. She had excellent tits and ass. The vital statistics can be put down as 28-22-30. Jagan felt that he was the most lucky person on the whole earth to get life mate as good as Deepa. Deepa was slightly taller than Jagan but it did not matter. She was looked almost a foreigner with her very fair skin. Only, her hair, which were jet back and her dress, which was always a Punjabi Suit (A long top and a pyjama of the same material worn along with duppatta of matching or contrast colour over the breast) indicated that she was an Indian babe. Jagan had the pleasure of spending his Suhaag Raat (The First Night) just …

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This Story Is About Cindy 1:1 – 1:2_(1)

PART 1 – CHAPTER 1 This story is about Cindy. The whole story… but after these first few chapters are over it won’t seem like it for a while. I guess this section is just to set things up for later, give a bit of context. And to entertain, of course. I was 16 when I met Cindy. We had gone to the same school for years, but she was a grade under me, so it wasn’t until my sophomore year of high school that we had an elective together. Sadly it was an art class, (not my forte) but I needed the credit so… yeah. She, on the other hand, was magnificent. It took me a few days to notice how skilled she really was, though; for the first few classes all I noticed …

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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 Algorithm’s Judgment

The Algorithm’s Judgment: Part 3 – The Ego Regulation Protocol The city’s light filtered through the rain-streaked windows of the lecture hall, casting a sterile glow on the faces of the students. Amelie sat ramrod straight, her spine a column of rigid principle, her hands clasped on the desk before her like a supplicant’s. She was a creature of order, a believer in the crystalline perfection of the System. Her mind, a meticulously organized library of rules and regulations, found comfort in the AI’s omnipresent, benevolent guidance. Her family’s social score, a gleaming 98.7, was a testament to their unwavering compliance, a number she cherished as a sacred relic. Then, the chime. A soft, melodic trill that cut through the professor’s droning lecture on ethical subroutines. The central holographic display flickered, shifting from complex code …

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Weekend with 2 dogs – Part 2

It’s been 2 weeks since my fuck week with Blackie and Brownie. As I sit on my recliner I have a perfect view of my back yard through my sliding glass door. I see Blackie walking around and always catch myself looking for his dick when his profile is in view. Lately though what has caught my eye is Brownie. He has a couple of cement blocks stacked together against the fence that separates him from where Blackie is kept. Brownie always seems to stand in profile view facing the alley way which gives me a clear view of his dick as he stands there majestically. He almost looks like the Lion King when he was standing on the mountain top. Every now and then it also looks like he is looking right at me. …

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Abusive Ex

Marendallas Apartments, Gold Coast, Queensland. The sun beat down on my shoulders as I jogged on the spot warming up my muscles. A young man sat on a recliner by the pool staring openly at my tanned legs. “Can I help you?” He looked up at me his grin faltered by my expression. “Um nah.” I stuck my Bluetooth device in my ear and began my jog down the tree-shrouded footpath to the outside of the hotel. “You have 3 messages” the electronic voice buzzed in my ear. “Message one received today at 7.20 am” “Hi angel its your mother…” I zoned out and concentrated on my breathing as I turned down the well-worn track towards the beach. “Second message” The voice continued. “Received today at 7.05 am” “Katie its Alex you have to call …

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