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Heart of a Man, Body of a Merman

Phillip rose out of bed to turn his alarm clock off. He kept it on the other side of the room, as he had a habit to hit the snooze button too many times. After hitting the ‘off’ button, Phillip reached up to rub at his eyes. He didn’t sleep well last night, all in all, probably only getting four hours of sleep. He brought his arms over his head and stretched them back slightly, working out the kinks in his muscles. He rolled his neck at the same time causing a loud crack to echo in the room. He let out a satisfied grunt as he brought his arms back down to his sides. He walked down the short hallway; the walls were bare except for an unidentified stain left by the past tenants. …

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Penelope 5. Just choke her and enjoy the cum.

Just get it over with. (Choke Sexual) An hour after yet another round of one-sided sex I was no less sure there was no love left, just frustration and pain. I went to the bedroom where Penelope was asleep and got onto my bed, kneeling to reach over her. I gently pulled down the single sheet she was sleeping under and despite all the past fantasies I wasted no time on revenge. I no longer found sexual enjoyment just looking at unconscious Penelope’s pale fat bulk of a body. I stood wobbly on my bed to step over her and had to reach out and press against the wall for balance, my feet stepping to either side of her slack spread breasts. I stepped back, leaning forwards for the wall support until my feet were …

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The Pit_(0)

The Pit ****************************** Roy Mitchell slapped a mosquito, rolled bloody ruin down his neck, and figured things couldn’t be much worse. “Scout!” He cried into the trees. He whistled. “Here, boy!” No answering bark came. “Scout!” The sun was all but set, and the dusk between the trees was the color of cobwebs. Scout, the boxer-pit bull mix his wife and daughter had insisted they adopt, had disappeared this afternoon, less than forty eight hours since the papers had been signed. He knew Ariel, his daughter, didn’t have the wherewithal or the attention span for a goddamn dog, and he hadn’t been shy about saying as much. Only thing that held her gaze for longer than eleven seconds was her smartphone, where most of what she did, it seemed to Roy, involved teasing boys with …

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A Contract on Aunt Doris, Part 1 – The Job

As I jogged past the driveway I saw her under the large attached carport, struggling with the recycle bin. “Let me help with that,” I said in my helpful Midwest tone. She turned to me with a slightly exasperated look on her face – her silver hair cut in a long pageboy, blue eyes, full lips, high cheekbones with the sprinkle of wrinkles and lines showing her age. She was wearing a grey sweatshirt that could barely contain the big tits swaying underneath the cotton material. I saw a hard nipple pushing against the fabric. “Thank you”, she gasped, a little out of breath. “No one in this fucking neighborhood will lift a finger for anyone.” I wasn’t surprised to hear this, the house was at the end of the dead end. Her neighbors were …

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Intro – A Quick Raid_(1)

It wasn’t the cleanest raid I’d ever led. Rolf, that rookie bastard, made a huge racket killing one of the sentries. The idiot had stabbed her instead of slashing her throat, and her scream echoed up and down the beach before she was finally silenced. Confused villagers drifted out of their homes and milled about in the pre-dawn light. Some were curious about what was going on while others were armed with axes, spears, bows and arrows, and pitchforks. Luckily, my warriors were in position and I signaled them to loose a volley of arrows. From my vantage point, I saw a half-dozen men and women fall as iron tips pierced hide and flesh and shattered bone. A big man carrying a shortsword—probably the village chief—took an arrow in the collar, roaring in pain as …

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Hitching a Ride to Murder

Hitching a ride is a lost art these days. Almost nobody tries, mainly because almost nobody will take a chance on picking up a hitchhiker any more. Too many lurid stories about what can happen to the unsuspecting motorist. Or the unsuspecting hitcher. I certainly had no idea of what the consequences were going to be when I decided to try thumbing a ride back from Des Moines to California. I was thirty-five at the time, and had been working some construction jobs in the Midwest. It was Fall now, about time for the snow to start to fall and the construction season to grind to a halt, so I was ready to head home to California. My pickup was pretty much on its last legs, so I decided to sell it and take alternative …

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Rape: He Said – She Said

Rape – He Said – She Said By Millie Dynamite He Said I watched her prancing around with her short dress barely covering her ass, and that deeply plunging neckline revealing her big bouncing tits. She moved her long shapely legs energetically on the dance floor inviting me to part them. She was calling all cocks to come to her. It was a tease dance if ever I saw one. She didn’t turn anyone down, but I could tell no one would get lucky. The bitch was just another fucking tease. She danced with the pathetic loser geeks, the big husky athletes, and even the married guys. The girlfriends and wives glared at her as her big tits bounced so invitingly. The single girls envy for her was exhibited on their faces. It wasn’t that …

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The Murder of Dawn Priestly

A shift in the breeze told Samuel Bess that autumn had arrived. While he came to the park two blocks from his apartment dressed in a thin jacket that afternoon and expecting lower temperatures, the sudden cool wind was what officially signified the end of summer. In a few months the trees, grass, and sidewalks would be covered by a thick blanket of snow, and Sam’s weekend strolls to this park would become significantly less frequent. Sam let out a deep breath as his dark brown eyes scanned the passerby’s around him. He was seated at his favorite park bench, reading over the New York Times while enjoying the last few days of reasonably warm weather. He watched a cute couple laugh as they passed him by without notice. Their happiness was one he had …

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The King in Yellow Chapter Thirteen

MARIA Katya showed Maria into her office and, taking a long-neglected key, locked the door behind them. Maria was an advocate of some distinction, about Katya’s own age, tall and slim with an oval face framed by waves of chestnut hair. They had worked together in the past, but it had been a surprise to be asked for a private meeting after working hours and Katya was intrigued. “May I use your computer?” Maria asked, and they sat together at the desk while her elegant fingertips played over the keys. “I’m sure you have happened across this footage during your investigations, Katya” she said, as the screen began to stream a pornographic film. Katya recognised it at once. “Of course,” she replied. “It’s been analysed and we’re sure it is not a genuine death. But …

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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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Debt to pay : Chapter 1

This is chapter 1 of the Debt to pay story. This Chapter went much longer then I intended, I will try to scale back the next chapters. Currently I plan to add 4-5 more chapters but, it might go longer than that, depending on how much I can shorten them. Please comment and message me your thoughts. This story is DARK. DO NOT READ, if murder and slavery is not something that you want to read about. NEVER do anything that you read about here. NEVER COPY ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS. This is meant as fiction and just a way to express a fetish, not an excuse to do anything with in. these are things that SHOULD get you thrown in a dark pit with rabid dogs, or prison, don’t do them! Please comment and get …

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Mindy’s Thirst Grows

Mindy’s Thirst Grows Having more money than she could ever spend and still making a fortune with each new film she sold to her special lists of clients really had benefits. Mindy was afforded the luxury of her own pleasure yacht and a private marina slip on mainland Naples. Of course at home on the island she had her own private dock, and with her place being completely secluded she was able to bring guests to her estate without any prying eyes. For the past several years Mindy had been content with procuring a victim(s) about once and month and after a couple days of torture she would rid herself of them. Now Mindy had a thirst for even more sadistic sophisticated and enduring torture. Having her 28th birthday coming up, Mindy decided to go …

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The Annihilator: Part 1

A silvery blimp with mounted cameras overflies a suburb in ruins. The area is large, and at the edges, a barbed wire prevents access to a brick wall. The blimp had searchlights as well, while the flashing logo of the show revealed the nature of the place. ” Escape from Death” featured 8 contestants in search of a single bar of solid gold. Whoever could claim it before being caught by the Annihilator, would leave the hunting grounds alive, and quite a bit richer than before entering the twisted contest. The entry itself was not completely voluntary. Most were convicted criminals, even for political crimes against the Corporate Dominion States, and instead of a certain death, some thought a slim chance at life was good enough. With the tyrannical nature of the ruling elite and …

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The Daily Grind

“So, what do you think of Riley?” Corbin had taken the new employee on the grand tour, and they had just left the girl’s office. “She seems super nice,” Roy said. “Everybody does so far.” Shame he didn’t remember anyone else’s name. Riley would probably stick, though, being the only girl he’d met today. “Do you want to see her naked?” Roy was taken completely aback by Corbin’s follow-up question. Other than having been wowed by all the large, closed offices, each with private bathrooms, it had been an uneventful series of handshakes so far. Riley had been polite and welcoming. He complimented the fluffiness of her cat from a picture on her desk, and she invited him to join the office’s board game get-togethers on the first Friday evening of each month. She was …

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Bk 1, Ch 3: Destruction

Chapter 3: Destruction It was time. As much as I would have liked to watch the ritual’s conclusion, we needed to attack while the townsfolk were distracted and their backs still turned. The shaman raised a steaming bowl of guts above his head and the crowd cheered in response. I raised my arm up and twenty archers drew their bows. I swiped downwards and twenty arrows soared. My arm went up, then down again, sending another twenty arrows skyward. Iron rain scattered amongst the townspeople. The standing-room-only crowd was so tightly packed that the arrows struck mostly heads, necks, and shoulders. A burly fisherman collapsed gurgling with an arrowhead sticking out of his mouth. A little boy perched on his father’s left shoulder slewed sideways and fell with an arrow through his back, his neck …

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My First Time From the Journal of the Serial Killer Thomas Riley

* Death’s day is Thomas’s favorite day of the week. Join him in his madness. His victim has a lovely form, all the better to destroy. *William Shakespeare My First Time From the Journal of the Serial Killer Thomas Riley by Millie Dynamite Copyright © 2019, by Millie Dynamite From the Journal of Thomas Riley — July 10, 20— Doctor Peters suggested I write things down, my daily happenings, feelings, the events that run wild in my life, and depress me. I figured it couldn’t hurt. That’s the reason for this book, journal, dear diary, and all that bullshit. He doesn’t say it, not in so many words, but he’s worried I’ll act out some of the fantasies I have told him. He told me to write those dark thoughts and fantasies out as well, …

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An Amazon Anaconda Attack

I’m in Brazil at some touristy clothing-optional resort in the middle of the Amazon.  There are specific times that they take us on a boat into the jungle to show us the wonders of the rainforest.  These tours are not clothing-optional, because of all the dangers of the jungle.  The resort itself is in a man-made clearing, accessible only by helicopter and surrounded by a chain fence. My boyfriend and I thought the summers in southern California was hot, but find that the Amazon is a whole other level of hot beyond what we knew back home.  We’re told that we should either cover up completely or wear plenty of bug spray.  We decide to go with the bug spray and stay naked until the time of the tour. The two of us decide to …

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Cop Stop

It was just past sundown and Melody had been driving for over an hour. She hated going to visit her parents but they would cut off all financial support if she did not at least make it out to their house once a month. She had moved to the next town over to intentionally distance herself from them but it had backfired spectacularly when she got pregnant and had to rely on them to supplement her income. Over the years she just got used to relying on them again and had fallen into a routine. They demanded she let them meet their granddaughter as often as possible. It would have probably been easier for her if she moved back in with them but she had friends and obligations in her current town and could not …

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The Girl – Book 1 – Chapter 02

*spoiler*: A multi-part story that goes from rape, to consensual torture and slavery, with an happy ending. — “Are you searching for something little one?” — She heard a voice — “Yeah. I lost a phone somewhere in this alley” — She said — “You lost a phone? Is that right?” — The man said, and she realized it’s the voice of one of the men. Hank. — “And what were you doing in this alley?” — He said approaching from the shadows — “It’s a dangerous neighbourhood.” — “I was …” — She started to say but fear just blocked her throat. She could not say a word. She started to back up from the man, only to be caught by the other man. She span back to see who was behind her. — …

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Rey & the Rathtar

——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— A long tentacle slid rapidly across the wall of the brightly lit hallway. Suckers at the end of the bonelss limb were eager and wet, as they slid closer to the creatures prey. It knew it had to be careful, because this human was especially dangerous. And Rathtars always worked much better in packs. But it was hunger encarnate, a mindless eating machine. Patience wasn’t even a concept to it. And today it knew a feast was coming. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————– The constant quiet drone of the hyperdrive was normally comforting to Rey. But today she was on a mission, “You pervert!,” she screamed at BB-8 as she half ran down the hallway. The android had her clothes gripped tightly in it’s mechanical claw. All she had managed to grab was the skimpy cloth wrap she …

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