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Incestuous Mind Control Explodes Chapter 7: Mommy Pops Daughter’s Cherry

Incestuous Mind Control Explodes A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research Chapter Seven: Mommy Pops Daughter’s Cherry By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Deidre Icke’s buzz from her orgasm instantly vanished as a wave of fear washed over her. Alexis clutched her swollen, pregnant belly. Deidre’s eighteen-year-old daughter rubbed herself, her eyes so wide, a look of shock on her face. “I… I…” Alexis was pregnant, but only a few weeks. She shouldn’t be showing. In the last hour she’d gone from having a flat belly to looking five or six months pregnant. It should be impossible, but she had been exposed to the Halo. They weren’t meant for pregnant women. “What do we do?” Alexis gasped, staring at her twin brother, the father of her child. Alex …

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My, What A Night To Remember

Let me begin by giving a little background. My husband and I have a very healthy sex life and like to experiment. We are not into real BDSM, however, we like to have a little fun and a good sting and a red rosy ass is fun. That’s where the story is…. It had been a long stressful week and I was looking forward to our day off together (my pussy ached with anticipation of how the day would end). We played a fantastic round of golf, even in the 100 degree heat. We came home stripped naked and went for a swim. He loves to watch me swim, gliding naked through the water. Every once in a while, I would intentionally dip my head down lifting my perfect toned ass out of the water. …

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MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 6 SECRETS

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 6 SECRETS Rach told mom she wasn’t feeling well, and was skipping dinner and going to bed early. I felt guilty, thinking I pushed her too much at the mall. I checked the webcam; she had left it on, so I at least knew she wasn’t mad at me. With her computer still on her bedside table, I could see her hair splayed across her pillow. Her face was turned away, so I couldn’t tell if she was sleeping, or just not moving much. I couldn’t stand the thought that I had caused her pain. I went to her door; opening it silently, I crept through, and closed it behind me. Rach was lying in her bed, wearing one of my old t-shirts as a nightgown. “Rach? Are …

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European Nightmare Part IV

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is entirely coincidental. Contains adult themes. The author does not condone any of the actions depicted in this work. The actions depicted here are to be read only by those who recognise the moral and legal implications of these actions, and understand that this tale is purely fantasy. Please do not read if you are easily offended, or find it difficult to distinguish between fantasy and reality. Author’s Note: I would like to ask for any feedback whatsoever, it would be much appreciated. Whatever it is, be it criticisms, praises, suggestions for the characters or plot, queries or requests I would be delighted to hear them. Enjoy. Editing Credits: D.M Quickly dragging Lucy up the stairs to a large oak door, …

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Becoming Charlotte – Part 11: Pleasure is always followed

From the backhand to my face, the impact with the wall, hair twists, his dirty cock shoved down my throat and suffocation to the forceful taking of my virginity, the punches, bites, crushed wrist, choking, slamming my cervix with his cockhead and eventual forced creampie, my subconscious puts me back through everything that happened that night, including all the pain, trauma and nausea that goes with it. I re-live every tiny thing Jack Thompson did to me as though it happened only yesterday. I sit bolt upright, my scream drowned out by a loud clap of thunder from the storm raging outside (cliché I know but that’s life). The trauma of the nightmare, still fresh in my mind, combining with the sudden flashes of lightning that turns night into day and the unfamiliar surroundings of …

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Raunchy Room service

You would make the reservation and get there before me, late in the evening. Set the room up with a bottle of wine and something for me to wear, then leave a package with the front desk and spend the next half-hour at the bar. I would arrive alone, accept the package, and go up to the room. I would take a shower and change into the clothes you left, then drink a little wine and prepare the room. Put the toys you’ve left in the bedside table, as though they’d been there naturally, then pull the blindfold over my eyes and settle in to bed. You would open the door with your key and slip inside, pulling it closed behind you. I’m panting on the bed, terrified but oddly aroused. I pretend I’m asleep, …

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Chantelle’s Punishment

Chantelle and the Butt Plug I shifted uncomfortably behind the cash register, trying to pay attention to what the customer was saying. I was distracted by a few things. The nipples on top of my tiny breasts were hard enough to cut glass and showed through my bra and the thin dress I was wearing. My pussy was wet enough that it had soaked through my thong, making them uncomfortable and I was sure that everyone in the store could smell how turned on I was. But the main source of distraction was the little purple plug stuck up my asshole, reminding me of its presence every time I moved. It had been in for four hours, and it would be another four before my shift finished and I could take it out. I wasn’t …

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Becoming Charlotte: Part 7 – Making new old friends

As my eyes flutter open, my foggy brain wonders if the insane buzzing I can hear is in my head or if there’s a swarm of angry bees in my bedroom. My senses slowly return and I realise that it’s actually coming from the sybian that’s still vibrating crazily on full power. Groaning as my muscles protest, I reach out for the controller and switch it off, collapsing back onto the carpet until I recover. Hello my dears, it’s Charlotte, or Charley, whichever you prefer. I’ll be with you in a minute or two… just need to get my head back in the game! I finally stagger to my feet, using the bed to help me and fall on it due to my knees being a little too weak. For the next hour I lay …

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Revenge Turns Into Something More PT 2

Several months later… Summer went by all too fast and school would start tomorrow. My parents helped me move into my dorm room with luckily only one roommate, her name was Emma. She was in a similar field related to the medical industry, nursing, while I pursued sports medicine. There were tons of events for school and parties after school, thrown by the frats and sororities of campus and Emma somehow convinced me to go. So I did some minimal makeup… smokey eye shadow to enhance my green eyes, lip gloss, filled in the eyebrows, and decided to let my dark wavy hair stay down. The last touch of the night was hiding under my skirt for two football players to find. The walk to the frat house wasn’t far from the dorm so I …

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From Here to Algonquin 1

One warm yet overcast summer day some guys were planning a party in the Village of Algonquin, Illinois but suddenly some ninjas broke into the squalid apartment where the guys were planning the party and tried to start a fight. “You dudes are going to get your asses kicked by us ninjas after we are done eating the food we got on the way here from Taco Bell. I’ve got 1/2 pound beef and potato burrito & some cheesy fiesta potatoes and a diet coke for lunch. I ate there last night for dinner and had a spicy chicken burrito, a 1/2 pound cheesy bean and rice burrito, a diet coke and a carmel apple empanada. It was so good that I decided we had to stop there before coming here to kick your asses.” …

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Lesbian Mind Control Incest Chapter 3: Daughter’s Taboo Reward

Lesbian Mind Control Incest A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research Chapter Three: Daughter’s Taboo Reward By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! “That’s it, work that tongue into my ass, Lily,” I moaned, kneeling on my bed beside my wonderful, eighteen-year-old daughter Janet. She had a look of rapture on her face, mirroring my own, as Alison, her older sister and my eldest daughter, rimmed her ass. “You love my ass, you lesbian slut.” “I do, Mistress,” Lily moaned, her auburn hair fanning over my ass like silk as her fingers clenched and relaxed. I shivered as her tongue swiped across my asshole, tonguing and rimming it. Hot flutters shot through my body straight to my pussy. I shivered, clenching hard as I savored the sweet delight of …

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Sav in the Lav part 2

The second time I had sex with Sav all started when we went to the theatre for English class. It was intermission and Sav borrowed 5 dollars off me to buy some Maltese’s promising that she would pay me back soon. It had been a while since our first foray into the world of sex and so I was wondering if or when we would go again. Anyway a couple of day’s later Sav came to me and invited me into the disabled toilet in a deserted corner of the school at lunchtime. She explained to me how her brother was still blackmailing her and how he had instructed Sav to borrow money off me and buy Maltese’s specifically. She then told me that she had been told to go into the theatre toilets and …

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Broken Birds, Part 26 Latina Night

Part 26 Latina Night The compound filled with grief and sadness. The doctors had been too optimistic. Misha crossed over first, only four months after her trip to Brisbane. Rachael passed a few days later as though to meet her lover. Michael spent their final days with them, holding them close. Each was in his arms when they crossed. The harem and Michael scattered their ashes on the cold winter ocean wind. Rain splattered against the ocean view windows. The harem, Becka and Sandy were in the main living room with the babies and Michaela. Rafaela held a sleeping Elizabeth, “Liz”; Kat held a fussy Victoria, “Vika”; Alice played with Michele, now known as “Little Misha”. Michael strode in looking haggard. The deaths of his two oldest mates had hit him hard. Shoshana went to …

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Amanda and The Photoshoot – 07

On payday Rich reached out. He was out of Dilaudid. He had Tramadol, weaker and longer-acting, and the next Dilaudid supply would cost more. He mentioned fentanyl. She declined without deliberating. She understood the fentanyl mortality profile precisely and she was not at the point where that profile was acceptable to her. She took the Tramadol. Three quarters of the jar was gone within twenty-four hours. She sat with that and understood what it indicated about the trajectory she had been mapping accurately since the first dose. The Tramadol was not sufficient. She thought about her mother’s Xanax. Two hours by bus. She had not been to her parents’ house since before October. She let herself in with the code and went directly to the medicine cabinet. Three pills. She stood in front of the …

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Doll House – Aspen, Scott (pt 5) – Welcome Home Scott

The pale, ghostly glow of the smartphone screen cut through the heavy dimness of the bedroom, casting a spectral blue light across the duvet. Lexi sat perched on the edge of the mattress, her thumb hovering over the glass, the only movement in a room held in suspended animation. The “Find My Phone” app was open, a stark grid of the city streets illuminated by a single, pulsing green dot. It was Scott. The dot moved with a steady, mechanical rhythm, sliding away from the dense gray grid of the office district and onto the arterial roads that bled toward home. He was in transit. “Perfect,” she whispered, the word escaping her lips like a puff of cigarette smoke, curling into the silence. She tossed the phone onto the bedside table, where it landed with …

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Stella

Please go gentle, this is my very first sex story. The beginning of this is all about the torture and dominance so there isn’t very much actual sex but there will be a lot more coming. She allowed her head briefly to rest on the shower wall, feeling the cascade of water over her body drown out the pounding of her head. She turned around and let the water beat around her shoulders as she imagined the previous nights beer and rum and whatever else spilled on her to be flowing off. As she massaged shampoo into her long auburn hair she tried to remember last night. And realized she had hit a complete blank, but there was enough evidence to assume the worst. She had woken up lying face down on the floor, covered …

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Birthday Delivery

I was sitting on the plush chair by the window with a cup of coffee and my phone in my hand, chatting with my friend Ashley on messenger, when the doorbell rang. I looked up at the clock. It was 9 AM, early for the mail, but still within the realm of possibility, considering sporadic delivery times in Colorado. I glanced out the window and saw the familiar black of an Amazon delivery van driving away down the street. I sat my coffee cup down and made my way to the front door, careful not to trip on the boxes piled up next to the door. The sun streamed in through the open curtains, illuminating the living room and warming my skin. I picked up the package, glancing at the label to confirm that it …

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My Dear Sweet Slave: Chapter 3

Chapter Three “Just a tad bit more,” Isaac said. Holly lowered the gallon bottle of milk over the bowl of Raisin Bran, letting a small white splash soak down under the brown flakes. “Perfect, just like that. Now, onto Cheerios…” It was an interesting scene taking place in Isaac’s kitchen; it was like he and Holly were preparing a buffet. Isaac had originally started out simply trying to list things Holly could cook for breakfast and dinner, but with a sudden drive of perfectionism, Holly became incredibly needy for meticulously precise instructions on how everything had to be done. Isaac had told her he didn’t really care how she cooked, but afraid of leaving her master unsatisfied, she wanted to closely examine every meal as to his personal preference. She needed something to strive for, …

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MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 4 SWIMMING

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 4 SWIMMING We rode home, both of us silently sharing a post cum high. We held pinkies in the back seat again, and stole knowing smiles as our mom drove. When we got home, Rach and I went to change. It was a sign of our growing bond that we kept our webcams on continuously. Without any pomp, we watched each other strip. I watched as Rach, smiling, carefully laid her panties, covered in both of our cum, under her pillow. Once we were both naked, Rach came to the computer; to what I had started to think of as our shared window into each other’s privacy. I watched as she opened up the web browser, and typed vibrators in the search. Up came a whole list of …

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The Principal’s Turn – Maggie’s Day Part 2

Principal Maggie Turner woke Saturday morning, nestled against Taisha Smith, former student, and current employee. Her eyes slowly opened to the sight of her dark-skinned Goddess sleeping peacefully. The realization that this was not some part of an elaborate dream sunk in slowly. Her husband Sam was out of town on business and Taisha had slept in her bed all night. That reality jolted her fully awake. What if Sam had come home early! As she thought about it, she already knew he had been unfaithful, probably many times over the years, so she tried to convince herself her behavior was justified. She watched Taisha breathe, replaying the events of the last few weeks and asked herself who was more “unfaithful”? Sam who had one-nighters with bimbos, or her, aching for the beautiful young woman …

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