Analplay

Author's Note: The story was translated from the dutch to the english language, so I hope, the sentences and phrases do not sound to artificially Part 1 Times had changed. The most female cat-burglars, Jana knew or had known, had left the business or retired and left the city. In this city, women had always dominated the breaking-and-entering-business. They went into the mansions of the rich and took what they wanted, while men always stayed in low numbers. Thank god, Jana thought, because men couldn’t control themselves. They broke in to many houses and steal to many things, so that the police couldn’t ignore the problem. Women knew, how the keep the attention away. Especially now, with only a few left. ...

Chapter I: Assume the Position I know most reading this story must enjoy either giving or receiving it, but getting spanked, if you think about, it is truly a ridiculous proposition. Voluntarily putting yourself into a compromising position and getting your backside violently beaten with a hand, or, as is the case too often with me, a heavy wooden paddle, is just absurd. But there I was, again, like a child before corporal punishment was outlawed, getting a spanking that I would remember for a long time. ...

The scene had begun, but nothing was happening. The camera hovered over me, its lens glinting as the zoom was adjusted. So I made a show of struggling, of pulling against the restraints, of pouting in despair. As if I needed to struggle to know I was stuck. Thick iron shackles encircled my wrists; these were chained around a metal bar, which was bolted into the floorboards at both ends. My ankles were likewise shackled, their chain wrapped around the very same metal bar. I stood doubled-over another metal bar, which was bolted to two vertical bars, which in turn were also drilled into the floor. The horizontal bar against my navel held my legs straight, ass naked and exposed, pussy dripping with arousal. ...

Author's Note: This is the result of my first attempt at writing something like this, and was mostly written on a tablet, so there might be the odd mistake here and there, for which I am sorry. It is not based on a true story, but on a true fantasy. I hope you enjoy it. I had been waiting for this for a long time. “Are you sure about this?” ...

The night started off with Gwen telling me she wanted to play. She told me that she was going to make me cum in ways I’ve never dreamed of. As a sadistic switch, I have begged her for years to truly test me. She had never been comfortable truly pushing my limits though. As I would find out later, tonight was going to be the night that changed! “The Ritual that you so elegantly laid out for me to follow is yours to follow tonight!” She said as I was walking to the bathroom. “Also, I want you to edge yourself before coming to the bedroom. Don’t cum. Period. If you do, there’ll be hell to pay. If you walk in here with a soft dick, you won’t get more than a chaste peck on the cheek for a month!” ...

Chapter 1 Trevor Foster was, in many ways, kind of a stereotype. He was a tall, heavyset black man with the kind of muscles that he earned through hours in the gym each week. He was loud, quick to laugh, and not afraid to get into a fight when the mood struck him. He was a linebacker for his college’s football team, and he had a scholarship riding on what would hopefully be his career. ...

Author's Note: Laura and Logan, associates of newlyweds Seth and Rose, decide to interrupt the couple’s honeymoon with a surprise visit. What would have otherwise been an uneventful weekend in the woods becomes something much more painful and intense. Laura and Logan stood together in the kitchen, each with a glass of wine in hand. They have a newspaper spread open on the countertop in front of them. It was flipped over to the announcement section on the back page. There were the usual number of deaths, but there weren’t nearly as many weddings, and it made the section announcing Seth and Rose’s marriage all the more noticeable. ...

Author's Note: In this sequel to Into Darkness, Tiffany finds herself in a slave training facility in the company of former friends and new enemies. Chapter 1: A Shocking Confession Tiffany grunted as the box she was crammed into fell hard to the floor. She couldn’t tell how long she had been trapped within the cramped space, certainly half a day at least. The crushingly tight corset around her waist restricted her breathing. And the enormous dildo rammed in her pussy didn’t help either. Within the tiny box she could hardly move at all, which was unfortunate since a few hours earlier she found that she could no longer hold her bladder. She had been laying in a pool of piss ever since. ...

Author's Note: Lucy, with the coercion of her boss decides to enslave her unsuspecting husband. This story has been reformatted, hopefully it will now be an easier read. I would like to thank Echa724 and Kinkyashley347 for their editing of this story, I’m so happy there are people out there wanting to help. Part One - Proposal I fell in love with my future wife the moment I first saw her. ...

Author's Note: I like the concept of women being forced to do hard labour (I am a woman). These types of stories are a fantasy of mine and I feel there is not enough of these types of stories. Katrina was so happy. She was 25 and had got enough money from her job as a lawyer to go on holiday alone. She came from Scotland where the weather was always dull and cold. She had long thick dark blonde hair, D cup breasts and was almost 6 feet. It was a fairly isolated desert island near Australia. It was not part of Australia. It was independent but not shown on any maps. It was fairly large. It had white sandy beaches, palm trees and luxury hotels. Katrina had checked into a 5-star hotel and after unpacking her things and eating breakfast was now sunbathing on the beach. It didn’t make her suspicious that she was the only one there. What she didn’t know was that this island was a tourist trap. The only free people were those who were born there. ...