Beastiality on Utopia Stories Library

Angels and Unicorns

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

Author's Note: This is an idea I had in my head for years. I had to write it down to make it real. I plan to continue the story.

Summer was finally here. The sun warmed my skin and the smell of cut grass floated through the streets.

I was walking to a cafe to meet a friend. Matt had called last night and said he wanted to buy me lunch so he could speak to me about something. I had known Matt since we were in the last year of school together. Over the twelve years since he had made a habit of arriving like a whirlwind to install himself as an important part of my life for one reason or another and then vanish into obscurity again once he grew bored and wanted a different life. Over the years I had grown used to his way of lurching through life from one scheme to another. I didn’t know what he wanted to talk to me about, but I had a feeling today may be another one of his grand arrivals. I hoped it was as my life had been lacking in excitement.

Angels and Unicorns 2: Todd Returns

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

Author's Note: This story follows from my story “Angels and Unicorns”. Click on my name above to see a list of my work. Read the first one or else you will miss out on details in this one.

I let my imagination go nuts with this one. I know it wont be to everyones taste, but if it spoke to you, feel free to get in touch.

Chapter 1

I sat on the bench and unwrapped my sandwich. It was a very pleasant summer’s day and a few people were taking the chance to walk around the park in their lunch hour. I had a part time job at my local library and was taking the opportunity to get outside the building for lunch. It was a boring job but the work was easy. And it was educational as I was reading the books when nothing else was occupying my time.

Door-To-Door

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

Chapter 1

As I stood there, waiting for my bride to come down the aisle, I remembered the first time I saw her.

The address was down a side road just out of town. Getting near the end, I could see five small but well kept homes on large lots. Oddly, my predecessor’s records showed that each home was a sure sale, but always on different days. Why would he drive all the way out here five days in a row and only visit one house each time? This was a new territory for me and my predecessor had made regular sales here before, so I decided to stop and try my luck. It was a nice house with a well kept yard and a sale is a sale! This was my last stop for the day.

Heaven Sent Adoption Agency

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

Author's Note: Welcome and Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my very first attempt of writing a story. I do hope you enjoy and there will be more chapters to come.

All I ask is for you to please be kind and skip over my mistakes. I have tired very hard and used many spell check. However I am working on trying to do better. Please enjoy. There will be more to come.

Her Hot Attraction Hanged the Highwayman

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

Author's Note: A tale of post apocalyptic possibities

In a not so far off post apocalyptic age as New Pittsburgh began to emerge as an oasis of civilization, culture and still functioning technology. Most of the rest of the eastern half of the former United States remained a savage land dominated by local warlords and roving semi organized bands of murderous criminals. The large cities of the eastern seaboard not obliteratedby nuclear weapons were destroyed by the massive tsunami generated by the atomic torpedo activated volcano, Cumbre Viejo. The monster wave swept inland within 100 miles of old Pittsburgh devastating all in its path. A part of it also submerged the British isles and the low countries on the continent. Nearly at the same time an enormous earthquake caused a massive rift widening and extending the Mississippi river to the Canadian Sea. The large inland sea had previously been the Great Lakes. The massive fast flowing Mississippi was dotted with small islands and now dominated by bloodthirsty river pirates and is nearly as wide as the old English Channel. It bisected the former United States and little was known ,at that time about conditions on the western half. Though a few survivors who managed to cross over from the west told blood curdling tales of an even more savage land made worse by the black practicioners of a mad genetic and earth altering science based on the demonic technology of evil humanoids of extraterrestrial origin. This black science had been partly responsible for bringing on the apocalypse. It was in the context of this new world in the not far distant future that the following events took place.

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.

Jane's Adventure

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

Jane took a deep breath. Everything was ready for her six hour ordeal — if that was the right word, for she was already damp between the legs at the thought — and she checked yet again the operation of the electro-magnetically operated latches which would release the padded cuffs around her wrists. A shadow fell across the sunlit patch in which she stood. She turned to see ‘Bravo,’ the large Alsatian that was her temporary guest. He padded in and sat at her side before raising his handsome, foolish head to look up at her. Continuing with her last minutes checks, Jane was distracted by the dog nuzzling her bare upper thigh for a moment before standing to sniff curiously at the cleft between her buttocks. ‘Go away, Bravo!’ she said crossly, pushing the animal away with her bare foot. The dog walked over to the pile of sacks he slept on with Towser and lay down on his belly, his long tongue lolling from his jaws, to regard his temporary Mistress’s activities with mild curiosity.

Julie's Self Bondage Misadventure

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

Author's Note: This a shorter story which runs to a little over 2,100 words. Please note that the story includes an element of beastiality. As always I welcome constructive criticism and look forward to hearing what people think of it. I do not intend any updates.

Julie carefully locked the suitcase and slid it under her bed before placing the keys in her handbag. It wouldn’t do for mum to find out what’s in that suitcase she thought as she prepared to go to work. Aged nineteen Julie still lived with her mother. Her parents had got divorced some years earlier and so father no longer lived at the family home. The suitcase which she had so carefully locked contained her collection of bondage paraphernalia.

Kennel Bitch II

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

Author's Note: This is a continuation of a short story I published some years ago. For a long time I thought it merited a sequel, mostly due to the original’s failure to fully explore what it might be like to fully submit to an animal.

My name was once Lindsey. It is now Kennel Bitch, and has been for some time. At once I was Jake’s slave. Now he shares ownership of my body with a dog. Two dogs, really. It started out simply enough. You may already have read about my first time with a dog. If so you know it was not what I wanted. Neither is what I am - a dog slave. Regardless, it is what I have become, and I revel in it. Even as I detest it.

Lost Bet

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

Author's Note: Sometimes my imagination runs away with me.

I had lost the bet and now Zoë was going to collect. She had a really naughty smirk on her face as she let me in.

“I was beginning to wonder if you were coming.”

“I don’t welch on a bet, even though I don’t know what you’re up to.”

“Just a bit of revenge, you might get to like it too.”

Lucy's Collar

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

I hear the beeper on my collar emit one loud “tweet!” One? Damn it. Two would at least be a known quantity; just 100 strokes, barely takes a minute and George, formerly my Rottweiler but now apparently my master, is more than happy to make them quick. But one; he’ll know that it is a time thing, not a speed thing, and we could be at it for awhile.

It all started because I was pissed off. What pissed me off, you ask? Stupid porn stories.

Midnight

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

Author's Note: My first story! There is a possibility of continuing it but that’s not my intention at the moment.

Chapter 1

Vincent messaged me on Facebook.

Vincent: “Woof.”

Me: “Huh?”

Vincent: “I found your puppy porn stash.”

Oh no! Was he making fun of me? Shit. Why hadn’t I erased that before handing my laptop over to get fixed!?

Vincent: “Don’t worry. I’ve seen way worse. You wouldn’t believe what some people keep on their machines. Besides, puppy play is right up my alley. I’ve even invested a little bit of spare change into a few toys.”

Pony Reality

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

Author's Note: Author’s Note: I re-discovered this partial story on an old PC. I started it about five years ago and decided to play around with it again while on holiday. As per my other story, my command of written English especially punctuation has never been that good, so please allow a little leeway. Once again I am into a dark tale of non-consensual slavery and human-animal play. If people are interested, I will add additional chapters as and when I can. Sorry if it’s a bit slow, but that is how I write

Pony Renaissance

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

Author's Note: This is the second ‘book’ in the ‘Pony Reality’ series. Wider horizon beckon to Beauties new owner.

Synopsis

(Book 1. Pony Reality). A bored woman accidentally stumbles across an image of a captive ponygirl on the internet that initiates a sadistic desire to own such a helpless captive human equine for herself. Book one follows her growing interest in this fetish, then her plans and preparations as she moves from fantasy to the actual kidnapping of not one but two young women. One destined to occupy a stall in her stable, the smaller to serve as her lap dog (in more than one sense!) Book one terminates a few days after she has acquired her new pets and smugly thinking herself perfectly safe from any outside interference. An assumption abruptly shattered!

Slave Life

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

Hello My Name is Shelly I am a 31 year old white female 5ft 10 in tall and 125lbs, recently divorced. The divorce was nasty and I was glad it finally over. On the day the paper was finally signed I realized I had moved here with my husband I had no friends that were not his most of my close family were gone and I was by myself. I decided to quit my job and move away. I loved the summer so I moved south to a small town in Fla.

Stacy Tries Self-Bondage

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

Getting fucked in the ass wasn’t exactly Stacy’s favorite activity, but it sure entertained her husband. So like the good wife that she was, she decided to take one for the team. Besides, a few moments of discomfort was nothing when compared to all of the “honey-dos” she had in store for him. Her husband, Greg, was out of town for the last two weeks and he was returning home in a few hours then starting his vacation. After Stacy lets him pop her in the ass, he’ll do anything she asks. The last time she was ass-fucked, he installed new shelving in their closet. “Not a bad trade”, she thought.

Stephanie's Humiliation

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

Author's Note: I’ve included the kinks at the start of each chapter so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. You should however be able to skip to any chapter you want without the need to follow the entire plot. If you happen to be an artist and want to contribute any illustrations based on my stories, PM me! (I’d love to see that…)

Chapter 01: Office Bitch Tags: No sex (yet)

The Bitch Master

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

Author's Note: Synopsis:

A smart and successful lawyer is captured and trained by a sadistic master intent on making her into his submissive slave bitch. He will transform her and later her younger sister into his sister slaves.

Part 1

Like a hunter, he noticed his prey immediately. Jill was a blonde beauty with long straight hair, high cheekbones, pale skin and beautiful blue eyes. She looked every bit like the smart, opinionated professional lawyer bitch he imagined when he read her profile in her law firm’s website. She was one of its rising stars. He had done his research into her. She was in her mid-twenties and based on what he had learnt, she was a proud, determined and capable young woman with the world at her feet. He looked at the picture he had of her on his phone, showing a beautiful young woman, dressed in black suit and skirt, smiling widely at the camera. The photo was taken a few weeks ago at one of her company lunches. In the photo, Jill looked confidently back at him with her icy blue eyes. He knew when he saw her that he was going to destroy her bright future and crush all the potential of this beautiful young lawyer. His cock hardened in his pants as he knew he was going to humiliate and transform her from a self-assured, assertive young woman into his depraved slave bitch.

The Craziest Girlfriend in the World

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

Author's Note: This is a complete story.

I met Ashley Atkins when I was just 22 years old at a lakeside bar. She was absolutely fucking hot. A ridiculous bubble of an ass, a tight waist and perfect full breasts that she almost always had on display. Her face was straight out of a princess catalog but with a bit of an evil tinge to it. She fell head over heels in love with me almost immediately. I’m not exactly sure why because I never reciprocated…at least in reality. I fell into the habit of saying I love you too to not hurt her feelings and lose the chance to continue to fuck her. Because in addition to being absolutely fucking hot, Ashley was also absolutely fucking crazy and crazy chicks are always great in bed.

The Kennel Master

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

Author's Note: I’ve decided to post the first three chapters of the Kennel Master as I’m pretty happy with them and I want to test to water a little. Like other stories I’m working on, it’s extreme and very dark in flavour; none of the main characters are very likeable and what goes on is uncompromising, brutal and very non-consensual. So, as usual, the standard words of warning are: do not read it if that isn’t something you don’t like to read about it. Also, if you do, please do not try anything written here at home as that would mean you’re in need of help and rapid, lengthy incarceration. Another note is that, despite the length of the story, there isn’t much of a plot - it’s just a description of a typical day in the life of the main protagonist. But it may eventually serve to set the scene for other stories set against the same background. We’ll have to see. Otherwise, I’d love to hear what you think, so please feel free to drop me a line at Honorius@gmx.co.uk, write a review or whatever. If folks like this, I’ll post more - several chapters are already written.Thanks for reading this far at least!

Total Darkness

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

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.

Wingco Learns Her 3 R's

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

Author's Note: A mixture of reality and fiction. i’ll leave you to decided when one finished and the other started

Red dress + Red Army = RED ALERT!

Another boring trucking day was drawing to a close. Mike, my husband was deciding where to park for the night and I knew he was getting close to the time limit. I was checking the fridge in the vehicle wondering what to cook for our tea. Lasagne or Cannelloni it appeared was the choice as the other two pasta dishes we’d eaten last night while queuing at the Bulgarian border. Drinks were already brewing because Mike likes a cuppa while writing up the day’s log for Garry, his boss in the UK.