Sadistic Sam on Utopia Stories Library

Doctor Paine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is also a spin-off from Giselle and incorporates some of the same characters later on. I hope you like it.

Chapter 1

Doctor Ted Paine was on top of the world. He was relaxing at his wide desk having his dick sucked by one of his employees. A tall blonde with large enhanced breasts, a tiny waist and long legs, she was well versed in what her employer liked during his morning blow job. She slowly sank his length down her throat and held it there for nearly a minute, then slowly eased it out. Her tongue worked the underside near the tip as she reached the end. She knew he was in no hurry this morning and would savor the extended time she spent worshiping his dick. As her skill finally brought him off, his hand pulled her face tightly to him and he blasted a load into her throat. She was almost to the point of passing out from oxygen deprivation when he released her and she cleaned him with her tongue. Straightening her tight fitting skirt and blouse, she left his office to start her rounds. She would visit every senior employee and relieve them in whatever manner they wished. She was officially the “stress reliever” for his practice and every day serviced most of the 20 doctors that worked there. With an MBA, she was over-qualified for any position within his practice and when interviewed for the Office Manager’s opening, had been sure to point that out repeatedly. Dr. Paine had hired the stuck up woman and then quickly reduced her to a quivering sex toy with regular “therapy” sessions and mind-control orchestrated by his wife. She was further humiliated with breast enlargements, multiple piercings and modification to her vocal cords that produced a high-squeaky voice. She lived in a small room in the basement with only a bed and a bathroom and was available to any employee. Her diet consisted of a tasteless mush, but she was allowed to beg for treats from her fellow employees. You wouldn’t believe what she’d do for a Klondike bar!

Giselle: The Hunt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first of several story ideas I’ve had that reflect my personal tastes. I welcome feedback so any following stories can be more enjoyable to the readers. As this is fantasy, I have taken liberties with psychology, moral attitudes and the physical limitations of my characters. I warn readers that I am a sadist at heart, but prefer my victims enjoy the pain, discomfort and sex so most of my writing is consensual, but non-consensual acts may occur.

Human Trafficking

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is sort of a companion piece to my Giselle story and will incorporate some of the same characters. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

Bert Jackson was tired. A tall, fit and good looking 46, he’d spent the largest part of his life in the U.S. Army. After Infantry AIT and Airborne School he had served around the world and had retired after 26 years as a Command Sergeant Major. He was surprised at his retirement ceremony to see an officer he had worked for years ago in Baghdad. The Colonel now headed the United Nations Trafficking in Persons task force, combating human trafficking and he wanted Bert working for them. Their American agents were assigned Immigration and Customs Enforcement and sent to FLETC. As Federal agents, they were authorized to carry their issue SIG P226. For two years now Bert battled human trafficking. It wasn’t as exciting as it sounded; he had never fired his pistol and it involved a lot of paperwork.

It Happened On The Way To Sturgis

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The bike rally in Sturgis is something I try to make it to every year. I close my motorcycle repair shop for a couple of weeks, pack up a trailer full of tools, parts, camping gear and my Sportster and head north. I can usually make enough money fixing bikes and selling parts to pay for the trip and I get out of the house and see some country. I never take the interstate; nothing to see there. I pick old highways, back roads and often side trip to anything that sounds interesting. I’ve got a camper on the back of my truck with a generator, water and food, so I can stop where I want.

Printed Into Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a bit different and with the advent of 3D printers, could be in some poor girl’s future!

Yasmin Safar was a smart, beautiful woman. Of Persian ancestry, she was born in the US to Afghan immigrants. She was tall and curvy in just the right places and wore her long dark hair pulled back in a pony tail and despite her father’s protests, eagerly adopted western dress and attitudes. She loved high heels, short tight skirts and low cut blouses that emphasized her large bust. She loved sex and had been the “popular” girl in high school for the young studs.

Social Distancing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a little something for those folks separated by this virus.

Melanie was frustrated, bored, annoyed and anxious. Going to college across the country from her Master, he visited when he could, but thanks to this stupid pandemic, she had been stuck at her apartment for weeks now and her Master was stuck 2,000 miles away! She couldn’t go out, had to finish the semester online and thanks to the new clit shield her Master had put on, she couldn’t masturbate to relieve her sexual tension!