Drugs on Utopia Stories Library

1st and Goal

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

Part 1

Football season had arrived (finally), but Bertram Seagram was not a happy man. Sole owner of the newly franchised team, the Memphis Maulers, things looked bleak when they should have held great promise. His staff of attorneys had finished sifting through the league contract and discovered something very disconcerting. If the team did not show a profit by the end of their very first season, the franchise would be placed in a lottery for other markets to bid upon. Of course, this revelation was made after Seagram had signed the agreement.

A Big Day

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

Author's Note: As is often the case with my stories, this one explores themes of non-consensuality and is therefore dark in tone. Please don’t read it if that will offend you. If you do read it, thank you and I’d be grateful for any comments you may have.

Part 1

He’d been a naughty girl.

At least that’s the judgement Miss Victoria had made and in this awful place, only her assessment and those of Miss Francesca, her elder sister, and Mistress Anna, her mother, counted. It hadn’t even been deliberate; Miles had been here too long to dare to be disobedient or misbehave on purpose. He knew where that road led and had no desire to explore the route further than he already had before he’d come to learn better. If Miss Victoria said he’d been a naughty girl that is what he’d been. There was nothing he could do or say to influence the decision so consequently he’d been sent to bed early which was where he was now, looking forward to what he fully expected would be a thoroughly uncomfortable night.

A Cum Addiction

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

Chapter One

Belle had been angrily pounding her keyboard for hours. She was trying to purchase a new sex toy online but her computer kept freezing up.

“Dammit!” She hissed, then called, “Master!”

Another voice called back from the other room.

“Yes, slave?”

Belle grew grew nervous, her anger forgotten. She knew she should have asked Master for permission to speak— which, between them, involved not speaking but Bella going to Master and kneeling, head bowed, until he acknowledged her.

A Girl's Best Friends

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

Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to living or dead persons is coincidental. Warning: It contains scenes of bondage and violence.

In the South Pacific Ocean, 2002

In contrast to popular belief, diamonds are not a girl’s best friends because compressed carbon is highly overrated. Not to mention that they are not as easily to cash as everybody thinks.

Neither are exceptionally large boobs requiring custom brassieres, even when they are natural with small areolas and big nipples.

A Long Weekend

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

Author's Note: : I’ve drawn a great deal from pleasure posting “1st and Goal” and other stories here, and the positive responses they’ve garnered. I plan to continue posting most of my older works, but am starting off with something new. Updates for this one will not be as frequent, as it is a work in progress.

My plans also include publishing my complete stories (for a nominal fee) at a website used by several authors here. Information on this will be forthcoming. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy…

A Model Worker

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

Author's Note: This is my first story I have commited to “type”. There are several more ideas bouncing around my head including a couple of further installments of this story.

I am testing the water with this one, and if there is a positive reception then I will work on the others. Constructive critisism welcome =)

Chapter 1: A Shopping Trip

Laura Reynolds sighed as she stared impassively into the store window. She cast her eyes over the characterless fashion paraded in front of her by lifeless figures. She amused herself thinking even the mannequins looked bored wearing it. How many times she gone through this same ritual today? A new outfit was needed for tonight’s party but Laura had wasted nearly all of her morning wandering from one faceless high street chain to another each time leaving disappointed, fed up and empty handed.

A Wife Backmails Her Husband

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

Author's Note: Hello! This is my first story so please be kind. Any kind of feedback, positive or negative is very much appreciated!

It was 10 years ago when I met my beautiful wife (soon to be my mistress) Lisa. We met through a mutual friend, and believe me the attraction was instant. I had never seen such a beautiful woman in my entire life. She was 5'2" 110 lbs with long brown hair and hypnotic blue eyes. Our courtship was brief, and less than 6 months later.

Agent Suzzanne Midsummer -origin

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

Author's Note: I realised and needed to create a back story for Suzzanne Midsummer so this is a “prequel” to my Agent Midsummer stories

CHAPTER 1

Dave the Fixer carefully he poured the powder mix from the fold of crisp white paper into the neck of the champagne bottle, the powder fizzing as it made contact with the charged contents. He held the bottle up to the light to ensure it was completely dissolved; the pink liquid was filled with tiny sparkling bubbles which appeared from nowhere and raced upwards towards the surface. Pleased with his work he pushed the bottle down into the metal bucket full of ice, which crunched as he imbedded the bottle with a twisting motion. Wrapping a clean white napkin around the neck he placed the bucket in the limousine’s custom holder. Quickly he scanned the passenger compartment, the ice bucket, a single long stemmed glass, the opulent cream leather bench seats and thick pile cream carpet; he smiled and closed the door with a solid clunk. Settling into the driver seat, he adjusted the throw of the wheel and familiarised himself with the controls, especially those which controlled the door locks and glass partition, finally he twisted the key and started the engine, the radio quietly filled the drivers compartment, easy listening, not his choice of music but hey he wasn’t hear to listen to the radio he had a job to do. He checked the address once more before the long black Cadillac pulled onto the wet street and sped off into the darkening evening.

Alana's Boutique

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

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone non-consensual play in reality.

Part 1

Molly was stressed out. Working a full time job while simultaneously taking night classes tended to have that effect on people. With the little time off she had, she often spent it cooped up in her apartment watching TV or browsing the web. During one of her searches, she came across a nearby boutique that had just opened in her area that claimed to specialize in a new facial scrub and body wrap combo that was guaranteed to be unforgettable. To Molly, it sounded like the perfect type of thing to get all the stress out of her system. If only she had the time…

Alex The Milk Machine

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

Author's Note: Please comment your thoughts.

Why had this happened? And to her of all people! It was unimaginable, but if it wasn’t Alex then it would have been some other innocent teenage girl. She didn’t know why she was here or why the hell these people were testing on her. She only knew that she would probably be here for a very long time and things would probably get a lot worse as the time passed. She had been taken just after her 18th birthday, drugged and snatched away by masked men from her room late at night. When the drugs wore off and she awoken she had found herself in a metal room, suspended in the air in a spread eagle position, her limbs fitted in solid metal sockets that extended out from the walls. She could move her head around to some extent but her ability to speak was removed due to a large rubber ball gag stuck in her mouth.

Alisha's Saturday Night

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

Author's Note: A scary but addicting story.

Chapter 1

Alisha is driving through the country alone and lost. “Where am I?” said Alisha to herself. While she was in thought, Alisha swerved off the road and crashed in front of a nice house. A few minutes later, a woman came out of the house and asked if Alisha was ok. " Yeah, I’m fine, but… “.

" Here, come in my house and you can call your mother. " the woman said nicely. She led Alisha in her house and set her on the couch. Alish a felt a piece of clothe over her mouth and a few seconds later she was out like a light. She had been drugged. “Perfect.” The woman said. She dragged Alisha into a soundproof and hidden room. She cut off Alishas clothes and examined her prize. She had nice round breasts and a big ass. She felt to she if the boobs or butt were fake. They were not. After about and hour, the captor had Alisha in tight suspension bondage. “Ok.” She said. She put a ball gag in Alishas mouth and went to the corner to turn on a security camera. She went up stairs and took a nap. A few hours later, Alisha woke up in a startle. " Mmmhhmmhh!!!!! " She shouted through the ball gag. She noticed a machine under her and was scared to death. A strange woman walked in wearing a see through outfit. " Well, well, my beautiful slave bitch is up. You listen to me now or you will get yourself killed. If I ask you a question, you respond with yes or no mistress. You will suffer an extreme amount of bondage and fucking do you understand? Alisha shook her head yes. Without another word, the woman knelt down and clicked the machine on. She positioned the stick looking thing right by Alishas vagina. “Have fun my darling!” She laughed and laughed as the machine moved back and forth in alishas vagina. She applied heavy nipple clamps to Alishas perfect breasts. She started licking Alishas lips and toungue. All the while, Alisha was screaming her heart out. She applied pads and flipped yet another switch. She felt a terrible shock throughout her body. Her arms were aching from being tied in this extremely uncomfortable positon. She soon laid limp, knowing that she would never get out of her bonds. She also could tell, from all the fucking supplies lying on the floor and the walls, that this captor wasnt planning on letting her out any time soon. The woman grabbed a whip and beat Alisha terribly. Then she flipped all the switches off and started undoing Alishas restraints. “If you have even the slightest move of escaping i will kill you.” The woman undid the ball gag. " do you understand? "

Allison's Adventure

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

Chapter One - Allison

I met Alison about a year ago at “A Cut Above”. It was a men’s only hair saloon that would occasional cut women’s hair but catered to the men. The women were scantily clad in various fetish attire, short skirts, revealing tops, provocative stockings, or any number of attractive outfits that matched their taste and personality. The lobby had a pool table and a small open bar along with various men’s magazines varying from Sports Illustrated to GQ, to Maxim and Playboy. I had been going there monthly to get my usual haircut and when I met Alison, she soon became my preferred stylist. She had shoulder length blonde hair and stood maybe five foot four. I would never ask her how much she weighed, but it couldn’t have been much over a hundred. She had gorgeous legs and a fantastic body. Although she wasn’t huge up top, maybe a B cup, she chose her clothing wisely and made the best of her assets. Aside from being easy on the eyes, she was very friendly and easy to talk to. Her ten-minute haircuts always took longer then anticipated, but she was such fun to be around, I certainly could never complain.

Amazonian Agonies The Adventures of Agent Suzzanne

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

Author's Note: This is the 2nd story in the series involving my hapless heroine Suzzanne (the 1st is published here). After the 1st i was advised by other writers to actually write a story with theme so this one is a bit longer and hopefully has a beginning, middle and an end

CHAPTER 1

Suzzanne stepped off the loading ramp into space and as the plane began to shrink she had no sensation of falling. She could see the sun coming over the horizon but she knew that on the ground it was still the dark before dawn. She rolled onto her front and spread her arms and legs to control her fall and attitude, she glanced at the red figures of the head - up display projected onto the visor of her helmet, she was at 42,000 feet. This was only the second time she had ever HALO jumped but she knew that at this altitude outside her helmet and protective suit it was airless and well below freezing. She breathed slowly, the oxygen tasted dry and metallic in her mouth and she could hear her own breathing in her ears. Pulling in her arms and legs she angled her body down to increase her speed as she watched the altitude falling, 39,000 feet now. The aim was to freefall as quickly as possible and only open the chute just before landing to avoid detection. She began to feel buffeting as the air thickened and in her head she quickly began to go through her mission.

Amber's Misfortune

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

Chapter 1 - Introduction of Amber

Amber was a student attending the state university. Currently however, she was keeping herself busy with her summer job working as a waitress at a local pub. She seemed to enjoy her job, or at least tolerated it with a smile. I always enjoyed looking at her beautiful body; it was very athletic and toned. She had nice, large, well-rounded breasts. I almost couldn’t control myself as I would dream of ways to torture them. In fact, many times that was my reason for leaving the small pub.

Amber's Surprise

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

Amber was on her last night in the city. Having attended a weekend conference and soon will be flying the following Sunday morning. Bored with the hotel bar and the other attendees to the conference she quietly inquired at the concierge desk for a local place she could walk to as she had no car and was not interested in a cab. Being told of a place about a block down an alley sounded perfect. Amber thanked the nice gentleman and departing, not seeing the signal given across the room to a patron at the bar who Amber had met and seen the past couple of nights.

Ashley's Internet Performance

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

Author’s note: First of all thank you for taking the time to read my story. I liked the idea that the author ‘Erica’ had by writing a little author’s note, giving people a taste of what is to come (no pun intended) to avoid disappointment. This is a story of a girl who is taken from her perfect life and dropped into are area that she thought she loved, only to find that it is a lot tougher and more painful then it looks on the internet. The story may be boring at times, with little use of restraints and torture but then at other times it really picks up. I tried to incorporate elements of suspense to make it more interesting and in depth. I tried to make the story free of errors (e.g. spelling and grammar or contradictions in the plot), if you find errors, please ignore them as it takes a while to write this, even editing takes time. All comments or suggestions are taken to heart and are appreciated. I have most of the story written but am waiting to see what everyone thinks of it before posting the rest. Once again, thanks for reading and enjoy Ashley Robert’s ride.

Best Served Cold

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

Alex Summers was in a good mood. The phone call that he had just made would ensure that he could now treat himself to a new car and perhaps a foreign holiday. He was long overdue for a bit of R and R, he mused as he sipped his coffee and made his way through the kitchen towards the connecting door that lead to his garage.

The garage was large by such standards. Three large double doors dominated one entire wall. Alex admired his cars as he strolled through the cavernous interior. He ran his fingers lovingly over the bodywork of his silver DB4. Next, he stopped to admire the next car in his collection. A dark green Mercedes sports car that had a bold white stripe running from bonnet to boot over the top of the vehicle and sporting a number four, within a white circle, on the bonnet and doors. This car had won the 1978 Le Mans and brought a smile to his face as he remembered the fierce bidding that had secured him the car.

BFFs

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

Part 1

Darlene and Pauline had been best friends since they were kids. They were playing one day, Darlene made a joke about how their names rhymed, and they immediately hit it off. They were very different. Darlene was a beautiful girl with big blue eyes, blonde hair, and smooth, satin skin while Pauline was “plain” with moose brown hair and needed to wear nerdy glasses. The differences grew as they did. Darlene grew into a hotty with the kind perfect body that men drooled over and masturbated to. Poor Darlene reached a certain size and stopped growing. “Preteen Pauline” was her nickname in high school, while her best friend was called “Drop Dead Sexy Darlene”, or “Darl” or “Darly” as she sometimes like to be called.

Bianca the Rubber Dolly

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

Author's Note: This is my first erotic story. Judging from the typical content on this website it will be rather extreme for most readers. The character of Bianca has obviously been inspired by the most beautiful fetish model of my lifetime. All the other events and details simply represent my ultimate fantasy if I was in fact so lucky to actually be Bianca, or her new Mistress. Please feel free to criticize my work, as I am certainly not the most skilled writer in the world. Enjoy!!

Boot Girl and the Kidnapped Princess

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

Author's Note: Harmony’s favourite heroine once again dons her shiny black jet boots and ridiculously skimpy outfit to deliver her own brand of vigilante justice to Belladonia’s capital city.

Just as importantly, all your favourite villainesses are back too.

Anything can happen in the next half hour but, based on her last adventures, it is likely our plucky blonde heroine with her pert body and perfect butt will be involved in some pretty strict bondage, will endure a good dollop of humiliation and end up with very sore nipples.

Brian Finds His Mistress

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

Part 1

Brian Carter was a very successful businessman, having over the last ten years made several million dollars as a day trader. He was 38, 5'10" 165lb and fit body and lived in a penthouse condo in Miami by himself, as he had not met the woman of his dreams. His fantasies were of being owned by an extreme dominatrix who would control his life and make him her slave. While in his home alone, he was always in some form of bondage, which was at minimum a collar, manacles on his ankles and a chastity belt, while fantasying she had locked him in the bondage. When he dated, the woman were more into his wealth, and normal sex, but were not the woman he desired to call his Mistress. When not online trading, Brian entered chat rooms on AOL, seeking to find the perfect Mistress, but he knew so many of the Dommes on line were fakes or only wanted money to abuse him as a slave. He occasionally he did arrange to see a professional Domme and he enjoyed being the slave for the night serving her every need, but it wasn’t the same as his dream to find the right mistress to be owned completely.

Caged Lovers

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

Bill came home to find his wife dressed up “fit to kill.” She was all in black and it had all come from Victoria’s secret, except the shoes. Her lacy push up bra moved her spectacular chest up and out, putting her size C breasts on display. The waist cinch took her already small waist in a bit further and accentuated the curve of her hips. Black silken stockings attached to garters on the cinch and highlighted her long, slender legs, made even longer by the black patent five inch high heels that graced her feet. The thong at her crotch barely covered anything.

Cancelled Vacation

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

Author's Note: English not primary language hopefully English is improving enough to make enjoyable fantasy.

Part 1

I had left my house two days prior and had planned to be gone for several more days in fact two weeks. I had done everything I thought necessary to secure the house and insure that all of my travel connections were correct. I had notified the security company that monitors the house for fire and breakings. The only thing I hadn’t counted on was the country I was planning to go to had some kind of political upheaval and I didn’t get on the last plane and came back home.

Castigating Alexis

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

Author's Note: Original work, free use. Work of fiction.

Marcus was a college freshman. Like many his age, he couldn’t wait to finish his studies and get on with his life. Unlike many his age, Marcus was the son of a wealthy criminal family. Growing rich on drug sales and money laundering, his family mainly operated in America and, to a lesser degree, in Russia.

Once he finished college, Marcus would likely spend a few years going his own way, before ultimately joining the family business. That was the plan anyway. More recently, Marcus has been anxious to start his real ascent into manhood sooner rather than later, and thought about leaving college prematurely, though he would miss playing in the college’s orchestra.

Chain 16

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

Part 1

Anna leaned forward and tried to reach the chain. She was naked, her wrists handcuffed behind her back, with short chain holding the cuffs into ring built into the cement wall of the cell. She was barely able to move into a crouch, one hand barely managing to grip the chain, but she pulled anyway hoping, desperately that it would somehow come loose.

Jane sat across the cell, her hands bound to another wall. Jane had pulled her legs up to partially cover her pussy. Otherwise she simply sat on the concrete floor, too defeated to cry.

Christms Spirit

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

“I suppose you lot want to go home early tonight as it is the last working day before Christmas. I am afraid that this cannot happen. Christmas Day is on Tuesday and you have the Wednesday off. Fiddle it all, all I think of that it is one gigantic drinking session. After the office party five years ago, we stopped having parties. Everyone was sick the next day and I lost a fortune in lost earnings. If you want Christmas Eve off, you may take it as one of your holiday days, although I don’t see why I have to pay you, or take it off unpaid. But leave the letter requesting it off on my desk before you go home. I am off to my club now. I have put CCTV in to see who is malingering. If we have to lay anybody off, they will be the first to go. Good day to you all. I will be back later, but if you have gone, I say “Merry Christmas to you now”.

Christopher's Predicament

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

Author's Note: Not for the squeamish!

The sound suddenly woke him from the restless half sleep he had come to accept as rest. He assumed his sister was doing something to cause the noise that roused him from yet another uncomfortable night, but of course, blinded by the sleep mask, he had no way of knowing for sure. He squirmed on the bed, more to let her know he was awake than anything else, wrists and ankles pulling at the locked leather cuffs and chains that held him rigidly in position. His inability to move his arms or legs more than an inch was the root cause of his lack of a good night’s sleep; something he hadn’t had since his sister started chaining him to his bed a little over four months ago.

Collar of Elegance (v2)

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

Author's Note: New Story continuing from first. I have tried hard to correctly sentence this story.

Part 1

Well my names Catherine 21 years of age and I was getting ready for my first day at work as a trash collector I know its not the best job in the world but it pays the bills, I originally wanted to do ballet at a local training school but at the time had too much stuff in life to sort out so decided to try getting a job. I applied for many jobs but in the end most of them wanted previous experience but I needed to get a job before I could get the experience so how does that work? ah well.

Couples Trip In The Countryside

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

Author's Note: Hi, this is my first story, I like bondage and I liked a lot of stories on this site and wanted to try and write my story, hope you all like it

Chapter 1 - Unexpected

I have been dating Jessica for almost 4 years now, we are a great couple and we connect on so many levels, though the moment we re most connected is when we’re having sex, we found out shortly after we started dating that we both love bondage, it’s rare that we have sex without involving ropes or handcuffs.

Desert: Meeting

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

Author's Note: This is the first erotic story I have submitted. Please feel free to send any feedback. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Jennifer woke slowly. Her memory of the night before slowly flooded in as she lifted her head. The general of some army buying her drink merged with the face of her friend as she waited for her to get off work. The throbbing in her head threatened to cause her to throw up. Her senses began feeding her information about her current state slowly.

Dom the Dom Dommed

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

Author's Note: What happens when you trust a fellow professional, one who perhaps is not so trustworthy? You could wind up like Dominic, a broken slave, a former dom, now entertainment for his Mistress’ guests

I shouldn’t be here, especially not like this. I shouldn’t be wearing a high collar that keeps me from looking down, and allows my mistress to lead me where she likes. Nor should my arms be fused together in a monoglove, elbows touching. Some would say a man’s elbows can’t touch, and while it took a bit over a month, she proved it could be done.

Double or Nothing

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

Author's Note: Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

Dreams

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

Rhea crawled into her bed after a long night of dancing at Club Yulo. It really wasn’t her scene, but it was her friend’s birthday and that friend had insisted. Rhea hadn’t dressed all that provocatively, but she had received an abundance of male attention all the same. Her D-cup breasts were a lure no matter what she wore, as was her silky-smooth and perfectly-tanned skin. Even when she dressed conservatively, she liked to show off her athletic physique: her toned arms and legs, and the stomach that didn’t make her look scrawny but didn’t have an ounce of excess weight on it. Her close male friends told her that she had a soft and inviting look that was incredibly appealing.

Earth: Tentacle Breeding Ground

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

Author's Note: This is my first foray into writing erotic fiction. I usually write more “vanilla” stories, so this is a bit of a change. Feedback and critique on the writing style, pacing, imagery, and whatnot is greatly appreciated. I planned to write the entire story in one part, but it ended up being way longer than anticipated, so I broke it up into separate parts, which get progressively more crazy in terms of erotic situations. So if you like it, please stay tuned for more!

Edwards Fortyhands Challenge

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

Author's Note: The story is about a young person that asked on the internet for (kinky) tasks to do. An unknown person replies to his request, sending him a task and ordering the young person to do. The young person follow the instructions of this unknown person and decided to perform the task, not knowing how it will turn out. This is where the story begins.

The Dare

The basic idea of this dare is to perform the Edward Fortyhands Challenge (EFC). The EFC is about drinking two 1 liter bottles filled with liquid that are taped around your hands until both bottles are empty. However, in the case of this dare, these two bottles contain a laxative liquid mixed with water, soda, grape juice or anything other you’d like to drink. Once this dare has been done, a report will be given answering certain questions.

Eliza And You (AI Generated)

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

Author's Note: The story you are about to read was generated by an AI. The story was in part directed by a human, such that the human was playing in the story, telling the AI what they wanted their character to do. The AI responded to these requests with story elements, descriptions, and provided the results of the human’s actions. After playing through this story, the human read back through and made some edits to fix minor grammar mistakes, remove some repetitiveness, and to smooth the overall story a little bit. So, this story is about 90% AI generated. Keep that in mind as you read, and think about how much better this will be in the future ;)

Emily in Tinseltown: Her First Day

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

Author's Note: Emily is a hot young thing, a wannabe in world where metoo is something other people worry about.

Emily tried to ignore the pain in her shoulders as she reached awkwardly behind her, struggling to undo the catch of the peephole bra she had had been given to wear. She had been tied up for several hours and her shoulders ached; the prolonged bondage had also left her fingers were numb and she fumbled with the catch several times before finally freeing it and shrugging her breasts out of the wet-look PVC cups taking care to ease the little puckered rings around her swollen, bruised nipples.

Entrapment

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

Author's Note: A young couple house sitting for a friend discover her BDSM playhouse and explore their various bondage fantasies over the course of their summer vacation. What they don’t realize however, is that their friendly host has other plans in mind for them.

Prologue

Nathan slowly lulled his way back to consciousness, but even after his vision cleared and his mind was no longer a haze, he realized something was amiss. His limbs refused to move, he could wiggle his toes and clench his fists but they were anchored to awkward places on the chair. When he felt the familiar strain of rope against his skin, he tried to call out but found the words unable to form past the ball jammed in his mouth. A piece of long white fabric was pulled tightly over the gag and its adjacent straps. This was done to prevent him from drooling on himself as opposed to keeping the gag in place. He could feel the tightly buckled straps around his head; with or without the cloth, the ball gag wasn’t going anywhere.

Erica's Downfall

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

Author's Note: Erica and 9 other women are captured at sea by a highly advanced international sex slave organization. Erica recalls the events that led to her capture and details her transformation into the most coveted and expensive sex slave ever sold. The story is told in the first person, from Erica’s POV. Enjoy

Erica and 9 other women are captured at sea by a highly advanced international sex slave organization. Erica recalls the events that led to her capture and details her transformation into the most coveted and expensive sex slave ever sold. The story is told in the first person, from Erica’s POV.

Experiment In Exquisite Excess

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

Author's Note: Was it a surreal dream or bizarre reality? You decide.

I found a fairly convenient parking space early Friday evening, just a couple of blocks from the Benedum theatre where I was to meet friends in about an hour for a performance of “Wicked.” I thought I’d stop into a small sidestreet bar for a couple of quick ones before showtime. It was a particularly dark and sleazy place. Almost a retro throwback to a 50’s dive bar out of a film noir, only without the blue haze of cigarette smoke.It was though I walked through some twilight zone time portal, even the hefty female bartender was a retro garbed artifact from 70 years back. I ordered a hardboiled 50’s rye straight, with a short draft. No miniature folding parasols in this joint.She gave me disturbingly sinister smile when she sat down my drink and ignored my my attempts at small talk.The rye was firey and raw going down and I ordered another and thats when I started feeling peculiar.I downed the second drink quickly hoping it would knock away my sudden discomfort but thats all I remembered till I awoke briefly in the heavy Mercedes.We seemed to be on 5th Avenue heading toward Oakland. The interior of the black Mercedes was a gaudy red leather. The heavyset men on both sides of me wore black suits and dark glasses. I passed out again. Next I woke up and was strapped to a gurney and being wheeled down what looked like a long corridor in a hospital. Had I been injured? I felt heavy and weak. Two white coated orderlies pushed the gurney into an elevator and we seemed to be descending down an endless number of levels. I passed out again.

Female Bodyguards

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

“Freeze.” The tone of his voice was cold and Natalie felt the fear crawling up her spine. One moment, she had shown the man her assortment of drugs, she sold on the streets. Now she was looking at the taser gun in his right hand. When his left hand reached for one of his pants pockets she expected a badge. Maybe he was an officer from the drug department.

But instead he showed her a pair of handcuffs and said: “Cuff your hands on your back.”

First Date

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

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She knew torture would be inevitable when she received her license to kill. So, she faithfully endured the intense mental and physical torment to prepare herself for the worse. But, even the long rigorous months of training could not prepare C.O.N.T.R.O.L. Agent 0038DD, Sheri Stonewall, for the devious torments of Dr. Emila Sinstra.

Agent 0038DD lay naked with her arms spread above her head and her legs pulled wide apart. The leather cuffs, buckled tightly around her wrists and ankles, were bolted to the cherry wood floor. Her firm round ass lay atop of a 4-inch-thick stainless steel pressure plate.

From Model To Prisioner

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

Author's Note: A bondage model stops acting and starts living the life of a bound prisoner

Part 1

I wake up, very groggy, not remembering the night before. The last thing I remembered, I was at a bondage photo shoot. It was going to be my last shoot since I made enough money to finish paying for college. I was put in a strait jacket while wearing sexy black latex stockings. My ankles were tied together so I was pretty helpless. I playfully struggled as an actress dressed s a nurse pinned me down. She used a Hitachi wand on me. Yet another sat on my legs and tickled my helpless latex encased feet. It was a scene about a mental patient needing an unconventional therapy. I didn’t really buy the premise, but it certainly was fun to act out. I was enjoying myself quite a bit. I love being bound and helpless since I trust the producer a lot. I feel safe when bound and forget all my worries. I love the strait jacket so much I sometimes ask to be left in it after the scene ends for an hour or 2. I was moaning pretty loudly struggling and kicking against the tickling. I love being tickled on my sexy size 6 feet, but still love to struggle and try to resist it. All in a sudden I saw the nurse grab a ball gag. The producer knows my limits and a ball gag is one of them. I always remain able to speak so I can use my safeword. I tried to push them off me and stop the scene but I was pretty helpless. I screamed my safe word which was always respected in the past. They shoved in the gag and lock it behind my head. As I screamed thought he gag, I was no longer enjoying the session and was horrified of what they would do next. The session went from play and me feeling safe to horror. Somehow the horror made the scene so much more intense. On what hand I hated them violating my limit, but on the other hand it was what I always fantasized about. I felt a rag go over my face. That’s the last thing I remembered.

FutureCom's New Barista

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

Clara’s brow furrowed slightly as she answered the questions on the touch screen in front of her.

Have you had any children? - No. Are you on any hormonal birth control? - No Do you live alone? - Yes Any family or siblings? - No siblings. Parents passed when she was a teenager. Do you have any piercings or body modifications? - No Have you had any severe injuries or surgeries? - No Any fears or phobias? - Can’t think of any.

Genevieve in Repose

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

His helmet bumped up and over her sacral flexure and, for the first time, she felt what it was like to have the fist of Zeuss buried deep within her concavity, filling her, forcing her, willing her to open her mouth for his fingers.

I didn’t remember our actions as being so desperate, so preternatural, so painfully, breathtakingly disturbed. Watching the proof of it now I am rendered ashamed, not so much of her but of myself for having videotaped it.

Going Clubbing

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

Author's Note: This is a short story idea I had, it came out like an intro but while I think it works as a standalone piece I feel like the further activities of our protagonist could be interesting. If I am struck by inspiration/free time I may come back but failing that I open it up if anyone.

Update (2013/10/31): A bit heavier on exposition/characterization than anything really sexy for this update, the story overall has metastasized from the kind of throwaway single chapter idea I started out with. Rough-draftwise I’m currently up to chapter 20 and plot/character-wise I’ll probably need a minimum of 5 more after that to reach what I currently conceive as the “end” so… yea. I’ll keep sending things in as I get them revised so counting review period figure updates to keep coming at the pace of the last couple for quite awhile.

Halloween Holiday

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

Halloween, What memories that conjures up for me! It is also known as all Saint’s day. When the dead are said to walk the earth; it is nearly a year and peace has reigned in our family since then. I will explain.

It was a year ago on Halloween; I took a year out from studying and decided to visit my aunt in a backwater town in the United States. She had often phoned to say she would like me to visit her. She is my favorite aunt. We were upset when her husband got killed when the mountain road gave out after a storm and his car slid down a bank. Local kids made her life a misery by taunting her and other old people calling them witches and warlocks and threatening to burn them at the stake. Nothing could be further from the truth with my aunt Pauline. That may be her trouble. She is too friendly and trusting. I do not know.

Happy Birthday Heather

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

Day 1

Heather and I work for the same Hi Tech Company. We have great jobs paying in the low 6 figures. Heather is VP of Marketing, and I am VP of Sales. Our offices are at opposite ends of the huge15th floor of our building. We were looking forward to a week off, because our company was going to put in new carpeting, new desks, rearranging the layout of offices, and rewire the entire floor, with new under floor wiring for phones, computers and modems. Did I tell you this was a PAID week off? Heather and I were soul mates, lovers and owners of a beautiful 4 bedroom home, with 6 bathrooms, commercial kitchen and a beautiful private patio and diving pool. Just past our mid 20’s, we were mostly lesbians, but technically we were bi-sexual. Every once and awhile, either Heather or I got the itch for some cock. Our favorite sexual game was a 3 way or 4 way that seemed to turn into and all night sexfest. Whenever one of us brought home a date, after coffee, dinner or a movie out, we would bring our dates home. When we finally got naked, with our date, the other one of us slipped naked in the bedroom, and a 3 way was born. Sometimes both Heather and I brought men home on the same night, a 4 way easily blossomed. We never dated anyone from work, but rumors and gossip flowed freely around the office, including affairs with married bosses.

Heather's Delimma

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

Author's Note: I had read a similar story awhile back and have not been able to find it again, so I wrote my own version of the story. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

Heather Morris had finally made it home from work and was looking forward to the long weekend ahead. She went upstairs and took a warm shower and then proceeded to get ready for the evening. Red lace panties and matching bra made her feel sexy. Red stocking held up by garter straps and 4" high red pumps adorned feet. Opening her dresser drawer heather pulled out a red leather collar with a d-ring set in the front, she lifted her medium brown hair up so she could buckle it tightly around her neck. Not so tight that it would interfere with her breathing but tight enough that it wouldn’t chafe her skin. A pair of matching red leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and a second set around her ankles. Each in turn including her collar were secured using miniature padlocks. Reaching into her hall closet, she retrieved an overcoat and wrapping it around her body making sure to button it up.

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.

HerToy Heaven/Hell

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

Author's Note: I have been practicing self-bondage for years and this fantasy is mixed with a few things I have done on my own and would love to try. Amazing what we come up with in our own fantasies when no Mistress is available. I have even started working on a self-bondage studio on clipsforsale. Love to hear feedback. :)

Chapter 1

She had me helpless again. I was exhausted and dripping sweat, whining unintelligibly into the extreme gag stretching my jaw and pushing my cheeks out to their limit. Air whistled through the small tubes coming out of each of my nostrils as I made these whining noises, these tubes being my only access to fresh air. I hung by my wrists balancing strenuously on the balls of my feet and toes.

His Perfect Slave

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

Part 5 (added: 2018/11/10)

Simon had planned a holiday with Lena, a week cruising along the Eastern Australian coastline in a caravan. It would also be an opportunity to put Rose into some serious mummification bondage.

He started prepping the night before. With all the luggage packed up and ready, he shifted his attention to Rose. She had just been showered and cleaned by Lena, Simon grinned as he admired the contrast between her scant 22-inch waist and the twin hemispheres of her unnaturally firm E-cup breast, flowing down to her shapely ass and long, slender legs. Next to Rose was a pile of latex clothing, bundles of electrodes and power supplies, and finally a small mountain of tape and vetwrap bandage. Simon had explained to Rose, in detail, how she would spend the next six days.

I Truly am Blessed

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

Author's Note: (The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people and places are coincidental.)

“Have you forgotten anything?” asked Sonia as she saw her mother Gwen off at the door of their house. “I know you’re worried that I can be a little scatter-brained at times Sonia, but I can assure you that I packed everything I need for the trip in my suitcase down to the last outfit and toothbrush” Gwen reassured her, though Sonia was not so sure given that she once forgot to pack her medical cases. Gwen was a nurse, a skilled one at that, and every year or so the busty blonde with an hourglass figure attends an optional week long medical conference to discuss patient cases and practices in the field in California, which is a long trek from their home in Rhode Island and therefore inconvenient if she ends up forgetting something. “Just don’t hesitate to rush back if you do forget something. That’s why I suggested you leave earlier in case the inevitable happens”. Sonia was a diligent girl of 18 years with light brown hair, brown eyes, but a pure heart and a figure comparable to her mother, clearly showing that the apple does not fall far from the tree. Sonia’s father Will followed his daughter’s suit and gave her a kiss goodbye wishing her the best of luck at the conference. “I trust you’ll keep things tight and sound while I’m away, right Will?” Gwen asked with a smile on her face. “Of course, it’s not like the house is going to fall apart without you. I’m a dependable man who can look after things” Will stated with a certain gleam of pride. “I’m not so sure about that” Sonia chimed in, pointing to the kitchen faucet in reference to the fact that the house had not had running water since this morning. “I’m sure I just have to turn the water valve and it will be problem solved” Will said in his defense, though Sonia still doubted her father’s competencies. “Well I’ll see you two in a week. I love you both and hope you will use this opportunity to spend some father-daughter quality time with each other.” With that, Gwen headed out to her car, started up the engine, and drove off toward the airport to get ahead of her scheduled flight, leaving the house occupancy at two.

In4Pain

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

Author's Note: Ruby and Opal tease and torment their slave Lance. (Not my best story, but please be kind in comments)

He opened his eyes. For a moment he couldn’t work out where he was; he seemed to be staring into white nothingness and his vision was blurry. He blinked but it was still blurry. He tried to move his head but something was restraining him. He tried to move his arms; they were restrained. He tried to move his legs; they were restrained. Slowly he was able to work out what had happened.

Inversion

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

I don’t know why I went to the club early. Maybe I figured if I went early I could leave early and get my Saturday night ritual over with then go back home. Every time I go looking for someone all I get is a headache from the loud music, strobe lights, and cigarette smoke. Even when I do score I don’t really get anything out of it. Cruising had lost its appeal a long time ago, but what else was I going to do except wander through the smoke, light, and blur of faces.

Iron (and Latex) Woman

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

Author's Note: This is a sort of fanfic/alternate outcome of the Mandarin attack from Iron Man 3. It started out as just the suit, but I decided that Tony would give Pepper a little more than just a suit. This is only based loosely off the events of Iron Man 3. All characters belong to Marvel.

Part 1

Pepper was furious! It was the day of her birthday, and Tony had forgotten (again). All he had done for the past week was work on his latest Iron Man suit. He tried to hide it from her, but she knew. Every time she came home, he was down in his lab, tinkering. What worried her most was what Tony had been adding to them, however. Large quantities of padding had arrived, and Tony seemed to be integrating it into his suits. What was he planning now?!? To sleep in them?!? Little did she know, that Tony was planning a big surprise for her.

Janice

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

Author's Note: This is an ongoing series.

Chapter 1

Almost 200 years had passed since Abraham Lincoln issued his Emancipation Proclamation in 1863, freeing the slaves. But today slavery was alive and well in the United States. If you had the money you could buy any kind of slave you wanted and that person belonged to you and you could do whatever you wanted with them. It said so right there in the sales contract.

Jason's Vacation

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

Author's Note: One of the first stories I wrote specifically to post on-line.

His eyes flickered open, the drug finally beginning to wear off. Full consciousness and feeling had returned, but he was still groggy and had little control over his muscles. He was aware of the two women moving him around, talking and laughing as they went about their task. He realized that he was naked, but his disorientation dulled any modesty he might have suffered from. He groaned as the women supported him on each side and carried him, legs dragging behind, down a flight of stairs and through a heavy door into what was apparently the basement. The women were moving faster now, noticing that he was coming around. They laid their helpless charge on the cold cement floor and moved quickly to a large, wood cabinet standing up against one of the walls. Opening the cabinet’s double doors, the women reached in and pulled out armfuls of items that the boy could not focus on well enough to identify. As they approached him once again, he tried to push himself off the floor, but failed and fell back, face first, with a thud. The women looked down at the naked young man and chuckled.

Jenna & The Taxi Driver

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

Author's Note: To all those who liked this story and were kind enough to criticize me thank you I appreciate it very much. I am very sorry that it took 5 years for this new chapter but to be honest in the last 5 years I haven’t had the urge to write anything new for this i’ve been very busy in life with a lot of medical problems such as dealing with Cancer, Chemotherapy,and Knee replacement and hip surgery, Also I tried my best in this new chapter to write with better grammar and spelling and structure so if you still don’t like it oh well LMAO it’s the best that I can do. And I promise that after this it won’t take another 5 years for another update. Thanks to you all from NEWBIE

Jessicka's New Role

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

Author's Note: An alcoholic and pot-headed Earth-based plague-demoness gets in over her head with a Dominatrix-Anthropomorphic mouse who is surprisingly more equipped with bondage gear and a domineering attitude than the demoness expected. Guess who wins?

Chapter 1

A loud buzzing had been going on for nearly ten minutes now, a nude and lightly-tanned, human-looking demoness lay strewn carelessly across a bed made of oily black latex. The sunlight shown brightly inside her room - Reflecting delightfully off of her shiny humanish latex-flesh, and her hoop piercings through each nipple and her clit. Even in the year of 2048, alarm clocks still sucked, and were still as annoying as ever. Sitting up, the demoness slammed her fist down on the alarm - Breaking it, but it hardly seemed to be her main worry as she rubbed her head, there was a distinct jingle coming from her horns! The headache from a long night of drinking hit her like a ton of bricks, and the jingling was thoroughly irritating, so she got up and staggered to her mirror with a couple of loud groans - Though something odd hit her in the back of each calf, and she felt herself shrink a bit. Peering down, she could see her hooves had been transformed into normal humanoid feet. “What…the fuck…” She groans once more. It had been done several times before to her, it’s always been temporary, and she knew of only one person capable of doing it.

Jessicka's Revenge

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

Author's Note: While I don’t really consider this story a part of a strictly-chronological series, the characters within do have a ‘history’ with one another - See ‘Creating a Rubber Pony’ and ‘Jessicka’s New Role’ in my story archive.

This new ’exercise’ room - As Maus called it - Was where Jessi seemed to exist a lot of the time now. Her feet had been in pony boots for what felt like weeks, she was really starting to miss her hooves! She hated the treadmill that she was forced to jog on for hours as well, but what balanced the pain were the strange objects Maus had been exploring with Jessi; several metal ben-wa balls were clinking together and stirring around in her pussy, while a fat metal dildo filled with tiny free-roaming weights was crammed up her aching rear - This created strange vibrations inside her, and together, they were very effective. This was all held in by Jessi’s new outfit - If one could call it that. It was more of a harness, in fact, Jessi was pretty sure that’s exactly what it was and Maus was simply being cute. When Jessi was ’training’ in the exercise room, Maus would apply something to the seat of the harness that would bring the two thigh-hugging straps together to form something of a viciously tight thong, but one capable of holding objects in both of Jessi’s holes - As well as constantly tugging on her clit ring. When Jessi was out and about, the harness straps were returned to their normal state, but that’s when Jessi got the ownership tag dangling from her clit piercing, and the fiendish tail-plug up her ass.

Jeynna's Trial By Fire

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

Chapter 1

As Jeynna walked into her room, she felt something was not right in her sanctuary; her place for meditation, practice and preparation. Jeynna looked around, trying to remember why she was here. Her head started spinning, the room was spinning, and the floor was rushing up to meet her. The last thing going through Jeynna’s mind was “I hope the floor is insured because this is going to leave a mark!”

Karyn Stronblood: Double Cross

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

Author's Note: This is the first story of a fantasy series staring barbarian adventuress Karyn Strongblood. It features damsel in distress situations in an all-woman fantasy land of Sapphira, and if people like it I will post more of them.

Karyn Strongblood groaned as she awoke, her head thumping like a barroom brawl. That she was waking up with a headache in a unfamiliar place was nothing new for the famous barbarian adventurer, but her current condition was something she would ever profess to happening to her in public. She was laying on a stone floor, and she could make out the shapes of barrels and sacks about her, as well as what seemed to be a stairway heading up. Her muscular limbs felt stiff and uncooperative, her mouth dry and full. It did not take much use of her still fuzzy mind to realize she was securely bound and gagged.

Kelly Gets What She Deserves

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

Author's Note: Pretty Kelly’s female coworkers despise her and plan an elaborate revenge that goes too far.

Kelly had always been popular with boys. Throughout high school and after, her 34C breasts, perfect waist, and striking features gave her constant attention and she loved it. It was no surprise, however, that she had few female friends - and none that she really loved. Kelly didn’t care, though. With the constant compliments and help with whatever she needed, she was perfectly content to have only guy friends.

Ken's Story

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

Author's Note: My first attempt at this.

Part 1

Ken was an average guy form a nice California coastal town. He grew up with decent things, but never really had too much. His parents loved him but didn’t really show much affection towards him. This is what made ken easy prey for a pedophile. His 3rd grade teacher took advantage of him and did horrid things to him sexually. She was a sadist, along with her boyfriend they used ken horribly. His father finally moved getting ken away from the abusive teacher. He never mentioned it to anyone, but he was haunted for the rest of his life by the thoughts of this abuse. As he grew older he began to crave this kind of treatment. Many of his girlfriends didn’t understand his feelings which led to failed relationships time and again. He had a great job and made good money which allowed him to buy nice things for himself. He went to clubs to seek out women, trying to find one that might understand his craving for abuse. He also looked online at various adult websites, which he found frustrating; most of the people he found online were usually out just for money.

Lady Sally Blackrook, Victorian Adventuress

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

Author's Note: New heroine, short story

Urging his horses on the coach driver steered the carriage through the stygian darkness of the forest. There was still snow on the ground and the gibbous moon shining from a cold cloudless sky helped the driver to find his way, the light from the carriage lanterns being pale and ineffectual.

Behind the screens on the carriage windows sat a single occupant, a petite blond woman in her late 30’s with attractive but pointed features, she sat wrapped in a heavy travelling cape her gloved hands holding documents which she studied intently. This was Lady Sally Blackrook, an Englishwoman of some nobility. Widow of the late Lord Blackrook she was a woman of independent means despite her husband’s wealth. A famed beauty she had remained single since husband’s death however it was rumoured she had her choice of lovers from the great and good of the English and International élite. She was infamous in polite society as an unconventional woman who did not conform to the Victorian role of a lady, shooting, hunting and partaking of other hazardous pursuits not deemed suitable for a lady of her status. In fact she was an adventuress and explorer using her considerable wealth to fund her exploits, there were even rumours she occasionally took the pay of British Government as a spy.

Leather or Knot

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

Chapter 1 – First Impressions

It was late June in the Midwestern college town. Three weeks before, Dan had received his degree in Information Technology, but instead of celebrating, he was concerned for his future. The recent economic downturn had ruined his hopes for landing a job in his field, and for the first three weeks after graduation, Dan moped around his rented house checking the mail every afternoon for responses to job applications only to find nothing but bills.

Legally Binding

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

Author's Note: I published a few stories here, some time ago, under a different pseudonym. I decided to try my hand at it again. This is just the first part of a potentially much longer story, so if there is interest, I’ve got plenty of ideas for more.

Part 1

“So, all you have to do is sign here and the deal will be final.”

“And it’s a legally binding contract? Once I sign, I can’t back out?”

Lost At Sea

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

Author's Note: This story is weird, cruel, sad, sexy, depraved… and pretty cheesy. It will ask for You to suspend Your disbelief a little more than what I wrote before.

I still hope that some of You will enjoy or at least have a good chuckle.

Do I have to point out that this is solely a work of fiction and that I don’t condone violence against people and/or sexual slavery in any form in the real world? I don’t do I? But to be on the safe side: If you get stranded on a strange island with a beautiful woman, please treat her nice and respectfully.

Love and Suffering - Tom's Tale

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

The following is a story which started off a long time ago, then was slowly added to, until recently when the other 80% was added to make it complete. I hope you enjoy it. The codes below are accurate, as it is a lengthy multi-part tale as well.

Kylie Escapes

She was just 15 when she was rescued from the clutches of the gang she was hanging about with. Young and impressionable, she was unaware of the potential outcome of things had she not been rescued on that fateful night so many years ago. She thought that the members of the gang she was mixing with appreciated her for something other than her rapidly maturing body. They were not so bad, nor was she, it was more a case of like the Suzi Quatro song, “I may be too young, to fall in love, but I’ll still hang around” - with the usual negative outcome which accompanies such associations.

Mark's Story

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

Author's Note: Long begining story has several parts under revisions. English not native language Greek is attempting to write better only 2 years English experience. My preference is set story up in first part then increase intensity afterward. Like to give details first then juicy stuff.

Update (2012/02/11): Again dear readers remember English is not native language and I’m trying to improve. May right more or maybe just give up don’t know yet.

Melissa's Revenge

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

Author's Note: This is a sequel to my earlier story “Melissa’s Quality Time” which ideally should be read first.

Melissa peeped through the gap in the curtains, as the sound of a car coming to a halt outside reached her ears. It was getting dark outside now, and the movement-sensitive light in the apartment block’s car park had just activated to reveal the sight of Louisa’s Toyota Yaris pulling up in the space set aside for visitors. Melissa smiled as she watched Louisa open the driver’s door and get out into the gathering gloom of a chilly autumn evening. “Tonight Louisa” she thought to herself “you’re going to get your come-uppance. And I’m going to take so much pleasure from making you suffer for what you put me through.”

Mermaid

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

Author's Note: No plans to update this; just something I came up with while taking a break from a longer work. This is a work of fiction; names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. All comments and criticisms are welcome and appreciated.

The lifeguard’s staring at me again. What a perv.

I raise my hands over my head, twisting around like I’ve got a hula hoop around my waist. Mistress Helena-the sarcastic name I’ve given our instructor in my head-calls this move the Washing Machine. The Machine, for short. She has a million of these moves, each more strenuous than the last. But the results are undeniable and her water aerobics classes are always packed; the only way to get in is by waiting list.

Mind Games

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

Author's Note: Please feel free to split it up into the chapters.

I have previously put this up on the “Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive” (EMCSA). I’m not sure if that means you want to publish on your site or not, but I thought I’d give you the choice.

Chapter 1 - Inception

Layla danced as though the music had taken over her soul. Her half-naked body gleamed with sweat as she writhed in time with the beat. Joe watched, rapt, as she danced in front of him.

Mistress Butterfly

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

I’m not exactly the manliest man on the block. I spend far too much time engulfed in fantasy novels, video games, and all around what one might dub, ’nerdly pursuits’. I was never one for things like sports, cars, or the other trappings of accepted male society. But I did entertain the idea that my inner mentality was in fact, common of my species. Did I not wish to find a potential mate and conquer her heart and body? Was my purpose not to dominate her will and bring her satisfaction through my very physical ability? Weren’t these the things women expected of a mate? I thought so, at least.

Monique’s Profession

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

Chapter 1

Rick had been dating Monique for a little over a month when he realized that he didn’t really know what she did for a living. He began to ask her about it, but she always avoided the topic. Rick started with subtle remarks, but by the end of their second month of dating, he was pointedly asking her what she did for a living. Still, she continued to sidestep the issue. Rick’s curiosity was beginning to get the better of him.

My Collection

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

Prologue

When I was young, I fell down some stone steps and it left me disfigured. One bad step and my life was greatly altered. I have a nasty scar on my forehead and a smaller one on my lips, a gash on my chin, a squashed nose, mismatched cheeks, and I have a squinty eye. People showed pity to me at first, but as I grew the pity was replaced by disgust. I tried to counter it by working out so I had a good body. And I was blessed with a very fine penis. But it didn’t help. Women were too repulsed by me for me to show it to them. As time passed I became a woman hater as every female I met insulted me, patronized me, rejected me, used & cheated me, and even hurt me. When I got into bondage and BDSM, I really got into it, thinking of having several sex slaves to do whatever I wanted to and they’d have to take it whether they liked it or not. I spent years building up a collection of toys and equipment for the day I’d get to strike. There were some girls at the school I went to and worked at that I wanted to have and vowed to enslave them. And opportunity gave me a chance sooner than I thought…

Myrna’s Alien Adventure

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

Author's Note: a lady challenged me to write a bit more from the woman’s perspective. I gave it a thought and this plot came up. A lot less bondage then I normally have, yet what Myrna experiences is not quite voluntarily.

Still drifting in that half mood of being awake and asleep, Myrna felt some tugging at her ankles.

Hmm, that must be Fred, that mysterious yet delicious new colleague who had seduced her last night. His lovemaking had been soooo nice, she still felt like glowing….. until something cold snapped at her ankle.

Nipple Torment

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

She didn’t know who he was and she didn’t care. He was her victim for the evening and she was going to make sure that he knew it. She sighed. Where had she gone wrong with this one? She had made him want her using all the tricks that men usually fell for; and he had seemed interested. But when she had offered sex, he had turned her down. She couldn’t see why. He was single and straight; she was hot like fire. Well, now this was his punishment for it.

No Hard Feelings

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

Kathryn was an impressive looking woman by any measure. The brown haired girl had recently turned 30 and was still very fit and proud of the body she worked hard to maintain. Standing 5’11 she had been a champion swimmer at high school but had given competitive swimming away when she was 16. To stay in shape she went to the gym and worked out several times a week and still played A Grade touch footy. Her interest in football a legacy of growing up with two older brothers and playing footy in the backyard with them, where she had learned to rough house and hold her own.

Northern Lights

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

Author's Note: Long winter nights for fun and profit.

Prolog

I’m not sure who I am writing this for, but up here, the nights are long and the entertainment is strictly whatever a person can come up with. Like most Sourdoughs, reading is popular to fill up the hours so I am not completely uneducated, although I have to say that my attention span in school was not the best in the class. Of course, the preferred entertainment to fill up leisure hours is to lay on top of the opposite sex, doing - well, whatever comes natural. Or, sometimes, in my case, unnatural. Of course, even for a young person - ok, I’m not quite yet in my 30’s - that can’t be the only entertainment. Eventually, the stream runs dry for the day.

Not So Worthless

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

Jenny had been miserable for a long time, she had no self esteem and an eating disorder. The problems had resulted in her become quite the slut on campus. Aside from that she cut herself, her friend Ben tried to convince her to stop and did everything he could to make her see some value in herself. As she walked out of her class she headed for the parking lot.

Not Your Normal Dentist

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

Author's Note: I sincerly hope everyone enjoys my work. Please leave comments and anything you might like to see in the future.

Danny checked his cell phone in the elevator even though he knew he would get no service. It wasn’t that he was expecting a call or a text, it was a nervous thing.

As the door’s open, Danny stepped out and saw the sign that he was dreading…

Outre incident on the 19th floor.

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

Author's Note: In places that are not acknowledged to exist strange things happen or do they? After all the locality doesn’t actually exist so it must only be a dream, or is it?

I was ready for my interview. It was a bit vague but it seemed important and exciting. It involved international travel and collecting and correlating research information on the outer frontiers of alternative energy development. Strangely, the physical requirement was for modestly overweight and non-athletic and sedentary males between the ages of 20 and 25. Similar ads with different addresses had differing physical requirements yet seemed to be from the same source When they invited me for the interview they sent me an id card that I think was imbedded with a microchip. They told me to be sure and bring it along..It was old building, downtown on Liberty Avenue and I took the elevator to the office on the 20th floor. The elevator seemed to stop short and there was no number in the square for the 19th floor. The door opened and stayed that way in spite of my efforts to get close it and continue on. After a moment an attractive brunette in an unusual but quite delectable form fitting one piece, sleeveless black pantsuit greeted me and said: “You must be here for an interview. Follow me.” Well that was certainly agreeable. Her unusually high black stiletto heels click clacked on the hardwood floor and the soles were red! Her shiny one piece outfit was made of latex! There were three other guys in the office waiting to be interviewed. They were as curious as I was and we agreed to meet at a bar across the street for happy hour after our interview.

P.E.T.T.T.

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

Author's Note: Inspired by the works of Coco.

“So, if I could just get some clarification, then I’ll be able to file my report in good conscience.” Adele Trumble concluded, addressing the smartly dressed woman sitting on the other side of a low coffee table.

The woman in question was Dr. Sylvia Forsett, Clinical Director for the Institute of Behavioral Studies and Treatment, which was basically a farmed-out mental institution. As a candidate for federal grants, Adele had been tasked with examining the hospital’s books, making sure that all was on the up and up. All had seemed in order, until she found that the hospital spent almost as much on “Equipment” as it did on foodstuffs. Spending so much on such a vague subject hadn’t sat well with the 42 year-old auditor.

Part-Time

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

Corey wanted to be an actress more than anything. Only 22, she had left her small town home and ventured out to the big city right after high school. She had always been told she would be a great actress. She certainly had the looks: 5'6" tall and 115 lbs with blonde hair, hazel eyes and an athletic figure. She certainly had no trouble filling the local theater when she was performing. But more than her looks, she knew she could act, if only she could catch a break.

Payback

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

Chapter One: Who, What, Where, Why?

“Well welcome back to the land of the living Jessica.”

I stood in front of the girl as she finished coming out of the drugged stupor and struggled to sit upright on the loveseat. Her wrists, covered in long kid gloves, were crossed and firmly bound behind her back. More white cord around her ankles, just above the black pumps with 4” heels, held her legs together, all very basic, but effective.

PDs Profession

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

Author's Note: Since I discovered this site I thought about contributing to its amazing content. This is my very first story and I welcome all feedback to improve my writing skills.

I plan to submit a sequel which will be written in the girls’ point of view after her wake up.

So please let me know any improvements which I should consider.

Background Story

It was still early in the morning, 6 o’clock when I got up. So I still had an hour to go before the package would arrive. Plenty of time to get ready. I took a shower and made myself ready for the day. When I got downstairs I paused and enjoyed the marvelous view out of my kitchen window. I was able to afford a pretty big house with a good amount of land around it. I smiled and said to myself “lucky bastard..”. I used to work in a hospital as a doctor. The payment was reasonable but all these extra hours pissed me off. Somehow I stumbled across my current profession. The payment is way better even though I only work about 20 hours a month at most.

PETS, Inc.

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

Chapter 1

Swirling images. Dark. Silence. Daytime? Nighttime? Should I be somewhere?

Eyes, opening. Darkness still.

It must still be early morning, she thought to herself. Plenty of time to sleep, to rest, to …

That dream! She could only recall bits of it, fragments of memory as if it took place eons ago, the way dream memories usually are. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the images that floated behind her closed lids and drift back to the sleep from which she had awoken.

Pferman

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

Author's Note: A story about an aircraft mechanic that suddenly finds himself in a dire situation and a long, long way from home. Fortunately someone comes to his aid, but it doesn’t take long before he begins to wonder if it’s really worth it. Any criticism aimed at helping me become a better author is well appreciated.

Smack! The wrench slipped, and even though Carl was pulling instead of pushing on it, his fingers still managed to be driven into a row a screw tails. The wrench few from his grasp, and he heard it go clattering off down the inside of the fuel tank, heading towards the fuselage of the airliner he was working on.

Punishment For Their Crimes

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

Author's Note: Second part of a saga. It has kept going, and I wanted to post this part far to get some more feed back. Let me what you think of it so far.

This is a continuation of “Busted by Max” and if you might want to read it if you want to fully understand the situation. I will warn you this is long. Please forgive my spelling and grammar errors. I only survived English in school. Please leave you comments as well to let me know how you think the rest of the story should progress.

Rat and Chimera

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

Author's Note: Warning: creepo characters and darker themes, including heavy misandry and misogyny. Also futa. Proceed with caution.

Rat —-

The chill crept through my jacket as I lumbered down the foggy street. The street lights shone bright and their reflections peered back at me on the dewy asphalt. Fall in New England, beautiful in the day and haunting at night. My footsteps fell on the sidewalk, clap clap clap clap, echoing around the silent and empty street.

Reality Television Star

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

Amanda Night left the party like she had left almost every party since she had turned 13, completely drunk and wasted. She refused the offer of a ride home, telling anyone that would listen to her slurred words that she could drive better drunk than any of them could sober. No one believed her, as it was a well known fact that she was facing serious jail time for multiple drunk driving infractions, including an injury accident that promised at least a year in jail. She had not been expressly invited to the party, but she was a part of some reality show on one of the millions of channels on the tube and as such was always privy to whatever parties were happening. The network that broadcast her series secretly made every effort to get her into every Hollywood social setting it could, since her being drunk and spoiled and slutty were what made her show the minor hit it was. So no one tried to stop her when she slid behind her moms late model BMW, and screeched off. It was one of the few nights in the last few months where there wasn’t a camera crew following closely behind her, and that lack of supervision was about to cost her everything. She pulled out of the long driveway, and a bit confused about where she was, immediately took a wrong turn. Even in her inebriated state she knew right away that the scenery was all wrong. She was feeling sick to her stomach and just wanted to lie down for a couple minutes, when a turn came up too quickly for her dulled senses to compensate for. The car went straight over a mail box, then planted itself into a hedge, with Amanda shaken up badly, but otherwise unhurt. She could see she had come to rest outside of one of the countless mansions that dotted this side of the hills of Hollywood. Groggily she opened the door and threw up, barely able to keep herself from falling into her own sick. She groped around for her purse and phone, but could not find them under the seat of the car where they had fallen. Someone was coming towards her from the house, and Amanda waited patiently for whoever it was to arrive and fix things. A slender, late middle aged woman appeared in front of Amanda.

Repository for Reprobated Husbands

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

Author's Note: Fiction? Perhaps, but more than likely an underground reality.

Part 1

Daria had become quickly bored with her husband Richard. Although he was was quite wealthy and heir, along with his younger sister,Penelope, to the Bottomly fortune it was being held in trust till his 25th birthday. She couldn’t stand the thought of of spending another 7 months with him and acting the part of his trophy wife at fundraisers, corporate affairs, exclusive clubs and restaurants and at symphony and theatre engagements. For her, they were maddenly dull. Her taste was more for Vegas, the LA party scene, Cabo and in general a louder gaudier free spending lifestyle. She was a gorgeous blonde with the opulent body of a 50’s Mamie Van Duren type blonde buxom bombshell. But with the morals and predatory instincts of a dangerous femme fatale out of darkest film noir. And she wanted it all. The entire Bottomly fortune and she wanted it now.

Samantha's Cage

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

Author's Note: This is my first story. Hopefully you’ll find it enjoyable. I’d welcome any constructive feedback.

The First Day

For the hundredth time in the last hours, Samantha wondered if she’d made a huge mistake. As she stared through the thick bars of the cage in which she sat, the enormity of her choice was dawning on her. Fifty days, that’s what she’d signed up for, but now that only a few hours had passed, that time seemed like an eternity.

Sara's Birthday

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

Author's Note: Most of the dialogues are actually thoughts of the characters, and are in single quotes ‘. Actually spoken lines are in double quotes “.

The story should get new chapters soon. This is one of my first stories, don’t hesitate to comment and point out the negative points, it’ll help me improve.

Please do not modify this story and do not publish it somewhere else without my consent. If you liked it and want to share it, just give a link to this page, it will be the only one I’ll update. Thank You.

Saving Ben

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

Author's Note: This is the first full story I’ve written like this. Feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1: The Introduction

Ben Danforth was your typical young, aimless guy at the age of 22. White, 180 cm tall, about 65 kilos heavy with dark brown hair in a short left part and an average face. He was shy, introverted and slow to make friends which, unfortunately, led to lonliness. Most of his life was painful for him, abusive home, social isolation at school and a lack of a social life outside that had left Ben numb to the world, coasting through life with no real direction or purpose in life. He never went through a goth or emo phase, never self-harmed or any other cliché, just….numbed himself to the world around him. Until he met Martin.

Scent of Danger

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

Author's Note: There’s bondage that involves sex, and then there’s just bondage. Bondage is sexy, especially where the victim is wearing clothes. This is a story about an ordinary women, in an extraordinary situation. This is a true Damsel in Distress story.

Conservative long wrap skirt suit, PVC knee length skirt and silk blouse, hands tied behind back, tied in bed, cloth gags, tape gag, overly tight clothes causing breathing difficulties

Sci-Club-Fi Bondage Club

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

Author's Note: As always, i really appreciate any suggestions for further chapters. I hope you all continue to enjoy my work. :)

_Update (09/21/11):* As always, I would appreciate your suggestions as to where this story should continue. This may be the end of the story, or it may continue. Please e-mail me suggestions.*

Part 1

Katie waited at the entrance to a club she had never been before. Standing outside her car, she balanced on her conservative one inch black sandal high heeled shoes, shifting her weight from side to side. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and it read “No txt messages, no voicemails”. She stamped her foot impatiently.

Secretly I Slave

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

Author's Note: big fan of white slavery theme,pantyhose and curvy voluptious mature black and latino women

Chapter 1

Debra long was a white slaver. She made most of her sales by utilizing the door to door saleswomen tactic posing as a pantyhose and lingerie sales women and when things were slow she put an ad in the paper for pantyhose models. What follows are two examples of her chronicles in the world where women are treated as commodities.

Servitude

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

Author's Note: A very possible scenario, one which the author would love to be the subject of. This story is developing as it is being written.

Chapter 1

It was after my divorce, I was alone, I could do exactly as I wished.

I had long, during my marriage, been visiting BDSM sites on the internet, I had even visited Mistresses in realtime, I had even visited transvestite Mistresses. I enjoyed nothing more then getting my ass raped, by a strap-on, or a real cock. I had never had anything really big up there but I was training it up with dildos etc..

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.

Slaves Retirement Facility

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

Author's Note: What can you find in this story:

heavy non-consensual slaving as a reality in the world, a slaves retirement facility which is the pivot-point of all, Mafia, a little bit of James Bond, a little bit of Frankenstein, a little bit of the Avengers. It’s a fairy-tale or a myth about what can happen to the world of slavers when a very rich and heavy non-consensual slaver turns around and starts to feel sympathy. And about all this story wallows in the seductive fascination of rubber-dolls.

Slow and Painful

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

Chapter 1: Foot Cleaner

Fred set up his laptop on his bed with his hand over his dick, preparing for a long night of masturbation. The 22-year old college senior had pretty much given up on ever scoring any girls for himself due to a total lack of confidence, and was at this point just happy to have a house alone off campus where he could enjoy his prolonged masturbation sessions in peace.

Social "Evolution"

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

Author's Note: My first attempt at a post-apocalyptic or alternate timeline earth. This first chapter is mostly setup, but it will build soon enough. Comments wanted, as are suggestions, and if you give me ideas, I’ll make sure to credit them if used. I’m always looking for inspiration!

Chapter 1

No one knew where they came from, just that they began attacking one day. Who or what they were was a mystery too - but we had always guessed that they were either human, or humanoid - maybe bigger than us though we couldn’t be certain. Maybe they were robots, or people in over-sized battle suits. Whatever or whoever they were, their technology was further ahead than ours, but not so far as to be able to quickly wipe us out. We’d gained and lost territory over the last four years, but at the cost of many soldiers. After all the fighting, you’d think we’d have been able to capture one of them, but that never happened. Even when they retreated, they took their dead with them.

Spring Break

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

Chapter 1

John awoke to the sound of his alarm clock, it was a sound he was all to familiar with. The new year had just started and John was less than enthusiastic as he got up to get dressed. Despite being in his second year of college John’s social life left a lot to be desired. John came from a poor background was poor and to afford college he had joined the Army for the education benefits which, the age and maturity difference made it hard to connect to his classmates and left him as a bit of a loner. Despite this he had a felling this year would be different, however as he set out on his mundane walk to class that optimistic feeling began to fade.

Steampunk Romp

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

Part 1

Professor Victor Ashworth was an inventor. A purveyor of all things alchemical and mechanical. Natural science was his playground. His workshop, however, was little more than a hovel. It was a dark basement cluttered with half-completed projects and the faint smell of grease. But it was his to outfit as he pleased, and the professor felt at home around his copper paraphernalia.

He had absolute faith in his genius to produce revolutionary devices for domestic chores and industrial production alike, but a man of his eccentricities tended to ward away more clients than those who had an interest in the finer machinations of science in the first place. In other words, he was broke. What fickle business he did have was limited to mixing up basic salves and remedies for the local townsfolk. No one wanted to see his shoeing machine, nail clamper, or clothes presser, much less the more exciting devices like his electrostatic amplifier or prototype perpetual motion device.

T-Immobile

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

Author's Note: Another quickie . I’m sure many of us have had similar ideas when watching the commercials. This may read a lot like a re-tread, but it deals with images I enjoy.

“And…CUT!” The director called out. “That’s a wrap people. See you all again on Monday.”

Carly Foulkes let out a relieved sigh and climbed off the Kawasaki ZX10 that sat on the stage in front of a large ‘Green Screen’ used for special effects.

Tables Turned

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

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoy. stephanie

As always, I wanted to size up my captive’s predicament. She was beautiful, although it was hard to tell at the moment since she had a black leather hood over her head. Her mouth was plugged with a rather large penis gag, and the only identifiable parts of her head were her lovely green eyes (very rare for an Asian girl) and the lustrous mane of black hair sticking out of the back of her hood. The green eyes on an Asian were a specific request of the buyer, and he was paying top dollar for the honor. It took me awhile to track such a woman down.

Taken

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

Author's Note: More to come… Comments, critiques, and thoughts welcome and encouraged.

UPDATE (05/25/2011): Sorry for the long wait for this next part. A little more cerebral, but the an interlude before things become intense again. All comments, suggestions, even plot ideas/requests, are gladly accepted !

UPDATE (06/22/2011): Thanks for all the kind words - So here’s the end of Ryan’s first day… hope you enjoy. Next chapter probably in about 2 weeks or so. As always, I’d love to get your thoughts - feel free to email.

Taking Jenny

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

PROLOG: Tell me a story

Jenny lay back against the bed’s wooden footboard. I’d decided to keep the leather body harness on her – while technically unbound, the straps were tight and were easily embedded in her soft skin. I reached over and poured her another brandy, but I could tell by her eyes that she was close to stepping into sleepy land. We’d been fucking each other for going on six hours straight, me on top slapping her wonderful ass with the leather flogger, her tightening ropes that held me spread-eagled to the bed. This girl could think up the most horrid things to do to the male body whether she really followed through or not – in Jenny’s world, when you’re tied you’re just a product to be dealt with.

Tammy's Bondage Application

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

Author's Note: : This story is the sequel to Tammy’s Valentine Bind. To get an insight into the characters you may wish to read it prior to this one.

Chapter One

Tammy Lynette Dufrane stared at her laptop screen. The vivid images sent a chill down her back and a unsettling warmth between her legs.

She recognized the people on the screen.

James VanNorkin, the bald, mustachioed man beneath the black beret, and his two evil henchwomen, Nora and Gina, were being very deliberate and methodical as they skillfully laced a black leather body sheath over the body of the voluptuous redhead. Tammy not only recognized her, but, also had an intimate knowledge of her.

Thank You, Anne Gray

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

AUTHORS NOTE: I wish to thank Anne Gray for her permission to use and refer to some of her wonderful stories in writing this, as well as allowing me post it. I offer my heartfelt thanks from the readers she has entertained with all the stories she has written, and, I beg her to continue to entertain and delight us with more adventures.

I need a good cry, so I pull the car over to the side of the interstate.

That's Why It's Called Gambling

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

GAMBLING: 1. To play games of chance for money, etc. 2. To take a risk for some advantage 3. An undertaking involving risk.

Faye glanced into the mirror as she closed the last eye hook on her bright red silk and satin corset. Nimbly, she reached behind her back and drew the bottom corset laces tight, thinning her 26-inch waist to a svelte 24. Then, with a bit of additional effort, she pulled the top laces, drawing the eyelets nearly together. The underwire cup supports shaped her 40-inch triple D bosom into 2 massive mounds of flesh.

The Abduction of Yvette and Rob

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

Yvette’s Abduction

Hi, this is Dan here. Since I was chosen to be the team leader for our next caper, I learned that there were considerable things to do and preparations to be made. Rob obviously knew that his wife, Yvette, would be the next victim. In fact, everybody in our swingers group talked to someone. Before the 1st week everybody knew, and the initial element of surprise was lost. As an example, I had to be sure that Yvette and Rob would be home on the chosen day, and I had to be certain that Yvette would not be having her period. No guy wants to lick or fuck a bloody pussy. My wife, Jennifer, volunteered to make lunch for all of us on the fateful day. Since I was kidnapped the first time, I had no real chance to look around the woods and scout out some new potentially good spots to tie up Yvette. The 1st Sunday afternoon, after the 1st kidnapping, I was determined to go back and check out the woods, now that I had a key. Jennifer wanted to go with me and maybe play a little. Actually, she was the only one of the 8 of us, who did not know where the woods was located, because she had been tied up and covered up, and taken in and out of the woods covered up by a blanket. She got in my car wearing her old sneakers, a white sleeveless blouse that buttoned in front, with no bra, and a short jean wrap skirt. When we got there, we walked through all 3 old camps, ,an Jennifer pointed out to me the various trees and places, and told me what they had done to her at each.

The Adventures of Agent Suzzan

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

Author's Note: Agent Midsummer is an operative of MI7. Whilst on a mission she is captured, teased, tormented, and tortured by a series of evil criminals and materminds as she stumbles from one predicament to another as she tries to escape

Chapter 1

Mission Failure, Suzzanne falls in with some very bad people

She heard a soft click and then something cold and hard pressed against the base of her skull, and a cold voice she spoke close to her ear “Hello Agent Midsummer, we’ve been expecting you”. She shifted her weight and the gun barrel pressed harder, “Ah Ah, no sudden moves, keep very still”

The Big Bang Theory

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

Author's Note: Just a quickie, for fun !

Big Bang Theory: The Abduction Conundrum

It is a little known fact that the original pilot script for The Big Bang Theory was very different from what finally appeared on our screens …

Scene 1 – a smart restaurant. Leonard stands at the small bar, looking nervously around and glancing at his watch. He is wearing a corduroy jacket with leather elbow patches, blue jeans, brown shoes and a bow tie. There are two large glasses of white wine on the bar and he takes a sip from one of them. View shifts to Penny, standing at the door watching Leonard. She is wearing a short black dress, stockings and high heels, her hair is tied up. We hear her inner monologue.

The Capsule

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

Author's Note: Based on characters from a series of similarly sick stories written by a friend (never posted online)

Wendy and her legion of very sexy, yet very twisted, friends led Jack from his cell down a long corridor. After nearly 10 minutes they arrived at their destination. On the door was a small brass plaque engraved only with the phrase “Capsule Room”.

Having been held captive for five weeks now, Jack was weak from exhaustion and, despite his immense fear of his upcoming Lesson in Control, was unable to escape from the clutches of the tall and muscular nurses who held his arms behind him. He wanted to bolt from their iron-clad grips and run down the hall, diving out a window of The Clinic if needed, just to end this continuous series of horrifying sexual medical trials with him as the sole male subject. He didn’t care that his mouth was gagged. If he was free from these insane women, he could run away into the nearby woods and remove it. Jack was not even bothered that he was completely bare and sporting a gigantic erection, maintained that way for over a month now by endless injections of Viagra and Levitra. These drugs were working overtime in a reproductive system that emphatically didn’t need them. In fact, being a tad depraved himself, his treatment at the Clinic would have inspired a permanent hard-on even without this constant chemical enhancement, but his captors were never going to err on the side of caution. So, his penis was swollen to more than twice its usual maximum size and grossly discoloured.

The Celebrity Expert

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

_Author's Note: This is my first story on here, so I hope you enjoy. I have marked the beginning and ending of the section with the more extreme elements, such as waterplay, breathplay, and electrical, with _ (asterisk) marks so that those of you who prefer to skip that section may do so.*

Chapter 1-Sophie and Maisie

Sophie Turner was beautiful. She knew it, and so did every Game of Thrones fan. Adam himself had enjoyed the series, especially the sex parts which could be both raw and intimate at the same time. As it was, he had just watched an episode from one of the more recent seasons, where Sophie had come into her prime, physically anyways. Her long red hair, pale skin, and undeniably tight body were all great perks, and in his opinion, she was one of the best-looking girls on the show. That was when he received an email. He had been running a smalltime celebrity “acquisition” ring for the past year now, and after getting his start by collecting a few Instagram celebrities and cosplayers, he was finally getting a request for someone a little higher up on the food chain.

The Check Up

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

Author's Note: This was the first story I wrote at the request of my wife. She loves bondage and peril and Suzzanne Midsummer is her on line alter ego.

Suzzanne visits the dentist for what she believes will be a routine dental examination.

Suzzanne pulled into the parking space and stopped the car, she checked the clock, it was 5, 40 pm, five minutes before her appointment. As always Suzzanne had left booking her dental check up until the last minute and she had been pleased when the receptionist said she had the last appointment of the afternoon left. She would have her check up and then home and finish that bottle of wine!

The Collectors Apprentice

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

Author's Note: This takes place in the same world as my first story, “The Foundation Slave”, but focusing on a different aspect of it.

This story explores how The Foundation collects it’s slaves through teams of highly trained personnel known as “collectors”. A pair of collectors are on a job when their best laid plans get complicated.

Chapter 1

Gregory sipped his coffee and waited, patiently, for Connie to finish reading the target file. After a few minutes she closed the file and looked up. “This is good work everything seems to be here.”

The Forgetful Sleep

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

Greg’s front door was made of thick patterned glass that broke up the light, making it difficult to tell what was on the other side; but when Mandy rang the doorbell she noticed a splotch of tan color moving and knew someone had been kneeling in the foyer on the other side of the door. Obviously, Greg had tasked one of his slaves with waiting for her arrival.

It was almost enough to make Mandy feel guilty for being so late-but not quite.

The Girl From U.N.C.L.E.: The Dog Gone Affair

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

Author's Note: This is my rendition of the very 1st Episode of The Girl From UNCLE, first televised on September 16, 1966, Obviously certain scenes from this episode could not be shown on TV. Please see my introductory story to April Dancer, The Girl From UNCLE, elsewhere on this website.

Hi, this is April. My new partner, Mark Slate, and I, had been training together, at UNCLE’s secret headquarters, for about 3 weeks and felt that we worked together quite well. One Monday morning, we were called to Chief Waverly’s office for our 1st mission. UNCLE operatives in Athens, Greece, had received information about a phenomenon occurring on the only village on a small island, Kronos, just off the S.E. coast of Greece’s mainland. A few of UNCLE’s native operatives infiltrated the island and took film of most everyone moving about in slow motion. Worse yet, the daily end of the work day Greek dance held around the fountain in the center of the town, looked pitiful. Both the dancers and musicians were lethargic and danced and played at a very slow unhappy rate. Mark and I and Mr. Waverly were watching video of this phenomenon that had been flown in. We learned that a THRUSH agent, by the name of Poulous, was responsible and lived in a guarded walled mansion set on top of a hill. While in Kronos, our operatives had also taken blood samples of a number of affected villagers, and shipped them along with the film we seemed to be constantly watching.

The Highwayman

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

Author's Note: A highwayman robs a lady’s coach on the turnpike at Southwark in 1697 and takes a rich prize; a Nazi interrogator extracts information from a captured British spy; Emily Cavandish recalls other encounters too, recounting them to a student psychiatrist in the sanatorium in which she is held. Is it possible that we can be reborn or is this just her delusions ? If we are reborn then can some lives be linked through time, intertwined across the centuries ? If memories live on, can love be eternal and hate continue so that revenge be served in future lives ?

The House of Beldor

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

LIFE SUCKS!

This was the thought that rolled thru her head… deafened her mind to the world around her and any possible escape from the dull, day-to-day existance that she lived.

Everyday was the same… she awoke… she wen’t to her low paying, intolerably boring job… she came home to the solitary confines of her empty apartment … the only relief was her computer, there she was loved… there she was beautiful … there she was wanted … to dream that someday real life could be like her fantasies brought tears to her cheeks and an ache to her sorrowful heart.

The Housekeeper

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

Author's Note: It’s not my first erotic story, but it is my first time posting here. Please let me know what you think, but be gentle with me it’s technically my first time!

Chapter 1: Discovery

My wife and daughter were going to see my wife’s brother in St. Louis over the Labor Day weekend. They invited me to go along, but I declined. Had it just been the three of us it could have been fun, but I didn’t want to be in the car for over four hours with her mother or sister. That coupled with the fact that they were leaving on a Thursday and having been out of work for the last six weeks, I needed to make some phone calls.

The Internet Auction

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

Part I

Only £200 for a bondage slave? Steve looked at the auction item on the web site! They can’t be serious. It must be a mistake. They can’t sell slaves over the Internet. Mind you, anything is possible these days. You read of far too much going on where people have been auctioned off, but that is usually some fantasy story the papers make up to sell their papers surely? But the reserve price had not been met yet! There was still another 2 days to go before the auction ended. It must be a misprint. Probably an original erotic painting or something! But the £200 had been there for the last 5 days.

The Kingdom

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

Author's Note: The Renaissance Faire never really closes…

Prologue

The Renaissance Faire has always been a refuge for freaks and weirdos. A safe place for the socially awkward and misunderstood. For the last 3 years, however, Notts’ Renaissance Faire in Georgia has expanded its demographic to a new clientele. One with incredibly deep wallets and the need for total and complete anonymity.

But before we get into that, let me start with a bit of history. My name is Ali Rook. Ali’s short for Alison. Just your average, pretty, slender, freckled, 26 year-old redhead who happens to run a Renaissance Faire. Of course, “average”, by Ren. Faire standards, is antonymous with the conventional definition of the word “average”. Most average 26 year-old girls don’t inherit multi-million dollar corporations from their extended family members.

The Kinky Collection

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

Author's Note: This story is inspired by Charles Band’s “Puppetmaster” movies and has supernatural elements in it. This may not be for everyone.

The four friends had known each other since middle school and for some of them since elementary school. Now, after graduating high school together and finishing their first year of college in their respective universities, the four friends were getting together for a summer getaway at one of their wealthy uncle’s secluded vacation in the woods of upstate New York, complete with a nearby lake and resort area for swimming, hiking, and all types of water recreation activities.

The Lifestyle Farmer: An Awakening

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

Author's Note: Before you read this story you should understand that it is a work of fiction and total fantasy. Its main themes are of non-consensuality and human degradation of an uncompromising sort. If this does not appeal then PLEASE DO NOT READ IT. I would also like to emphasise that the events described in the story would be completely abhorrent to me if carried out in reality. Nor is it my intention to offend any particular group, preference or orientation with what I have written. It is simply my first attempt at writing a BDSM story in which I have tried to give full rein to the darker corners of my own sexuality and I have to admit to a degree of shock and surprise at the result. I hope the result is erotic in its own grim way for others and would be very interested in any (constructive) thoughts or criticism. Thanks for reading. -Honorius

The Male Bitch

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

Author's Note: My first attempt at a longer story so please feel free to comment.

James Miller slipped the black, lacy bra over his head and made sure it was in a comfortable position before grabbing the gel-filled balloons he used to simulate breasts. He stuck one of them over each pectoral and made sure that they weren’t visible. He then slid the dance belt up his shaved legs and tucked his junk under it. It was followed a black, lacy thong that matched the bra. He turned to check himself out in the mirror. His reflection was that of a woman. He had a long blonde wig on over his close cropped hair and had shaved all hair on his chin or beneath his nose. With some black eyeliner and mascara around his blue eyes, rouge on his cheeks, and red lipstick coating his lips, his face almost passed for a woman. As for the body, with no body hair and no fat and the dance belt and balloons, he easily passed for a very gorgeous woman.

The Mocking Belt

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

I never was into any of that BDSM stuff - my husband should have known that but maybe it was his horniness and a hopeless overestimation of the power of pop cultural influence that made him think different. Anyway, the recent success of books like fifty shades of grey and my discovering of his online surf history did come in handy at a point where I loathed him so much that getting back at him was the only thing I desired, even if it meant my own downfall - if only I had known how deep I was going to fall…

The Perils of Enhancegirl: The Smell of Chloroform

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

Author's Note: This is the first in the sixteen story saga of “Enhancegirl”, otherwise known as Sophie Scott. Sophie is a superheroine in a world of many such people, possessed of drastically enhanced senses, save for her hearing which is normal. As the title of this story implies, Sophie’s powers give her a serious weakness: she is extremely sensitive to sedatives.

The overall saga of Enhancegirl starts off very simple, but becomes gradually more complex and continuity heavy over time.

The Pink Girl

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

Tori wasn’t sure how she ended up in this. Her mind was hazy, filled with half-cohesive memories and vague physical touches that lingered. She remembered responding to an advertisement for a job in the “entertainment” industry; she had been a stripper before, so what was the difference? She remembered a strikingly gorgeous woman, a hallway with many rooms and little else.

These limited thoughts swirled through the cocktail that was Tori’s mind as she awoke from her reverie slowly and frighteningly. She fluttered her eyelids open, immediately closing them when the bright light hit her. Opening first her left, then her right eye, she adjusted to the harsh light of the room in an attempt to piece back together the events of the previous night.

The Romban Guest

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

Author's Note: This is not fanfiction. Those references have been changed! All characters featured in this story are my own creations, even if this were fanfiction. I hope that everyone enjoys my story. Please leave me positive feedback, public or through email.

Ensign Michelle Carter was as happy as she could be. She had just transferred to the VSS Serec, as the assistant counselor. With 212 crew members, she was busy more often than not, but she loved her work. Michelle had only been on board a few weeks, arriving just before the ship was sent to patrol the Romban/Alliance neutral zone. Now she was getting ready to go to bed. She closed down her computer terminal, climbed into bed and dimmed the lights.

The Room

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

Author's Note: Fictional story for entertainment only. Feedback is appreciated.

Chapter 1

Jill was just a snob. Turned her nose up at men all the time, sure she looked good, and maybe she looked better than most, but that did not give her the right to be so high on herself. From the first time I met her I knew I would want to mess with her. Sure I wanted to fuck her, but that would not happen naturally. So I thought, it would just have to happen a different way. One day, she will be begging me, to fuck her, I would muse.

The Snatching of Virginia, Stan's 3 Sex Slaves

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

Introduction

Hi, this is Jennifer here. The Wife Swapping Bondage Sex Group’s next scheduled snatching of Virginia and Stan was set for the 3rd Saturday in August. Five weeks prior to that date, Virginia flew out to California, where her favorite grandmother needed quadruple bypass surgery. After the operation and recovery, Virginia got her settled in an assisted living facility, where many of her friends resided. While in California, Virginia got a boob job and a little face lift. You may remember Virginia as a tall willowy redhead, with alabaster skin and A/B tits. When she returned to Lake Forest, she had a perfect pair of 36C implants and her face had been fixed a little so that her cheekbones were more prominent. Virginia returned home about a week before her scheduled kidnapping. The only reason that Sally and I knew anything about it was that Virginia came into our shops to buy and be fitted for practically a whole new wardrobe. Sally and I promised not to tell a soul, and we didn’t. but there was no doubt that the surgery had transformed Virginia into a much more attractive and desirable woman.

The Snatching of Virginia, Stan's 3 Sex Slaves

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

Introduction

The Substitute

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

Author's Note: My first attempt on this site. Please let me know if you like it and how to improve.

She was beautiful of course and had no idea what was in store for her today. As a high school senior she would never look twice at someone like me, but I was going to have fun today. Being a substitute teacher can be rough some days, but the sights of girls trying to impress the boys with their tight jeans, short skirts, and low cut tops can be a nice distraction. Even better is when you can plan things to have a little fun with a specific beauty. I had been here a few times before and Allison Cohen caught my eye.

The Terrible Life Of Thomas

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

Author's Note: First time submitting a story, constructive criticism welcome. I tried to keep the paragraphs short for ease of reading as this is a bit long. There are ideas for torturing Thomas more, if people enjoy this story I will get to putting part 2 down ASAP. Also this is a work of fiction, please don’t bring the real world into with comments on the legality of what’s happening.

The Transfer of Power

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

Author's Note: This is my first attempt. I am almost finished with another story so, any and all suggestions are appreciated. Please rate and Critique so I can fine tune the next one coming soon. Thank you.

_Update (2012/03/02):* I made the paragraphs manageable and broke the story into 2 parts. Please rate and leave comments. Thank you!!*

Chapter 1 (updated: 2012/03/02)

Not so long ago in a bedroom not so far away….

Therapy

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

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.

Tri Lambda's Halloween Revenge

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

Chapter 1

The combined efforts of Tri-Lambda and Omega-Mu fraternity and sorority houses had defeated and embarrassed their counterparts of Alpha Beta and Pi-Delta-Pi houses on many occasions.

The natural enmity between the Adams College houses went further than jocks/cheerleaders and geeks/nerds. It grew into a feud that rivaled the Hatfields and McCoys.

Therefore, when Spectral Enterprises Incorporated announced a contest between all the houses for a $50,000 prize for the most unique and imaginative Halloween display, the feud escalated to new heights.

Undercover Bondage

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

Chapter 1

Sunlight pierced the dense canopy of water-laden leaves, driving up the humidity of the rainforest below. Upon a large moss-padded rock a woman stirred, woken by the steadily rising temperature of the air around her. Her skin was tepid with moisture, though whether from perspiration or the sultry air was impossible to tell.

She rubbed her eyes and looked around, dazed. For a moment she was placated by the many beautiful sights and smells around her: the golden glow of the morning sun and the fresh aroma of a hundred species of flora all thriving within a stone’s throw.

Undersea Abduction

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

Part I

Georgia had been more than happy to accept when Vincent, a wealthy young surgeon, invited her on a sailing and diving vacation on his boat.

Today, he had gone ashore to visit a doctor friend at a hospital near where they were anchored. The brown-haired young nurse had the sailboat, out on the sunlit bay, to herself. Wearing only sunglasses and a pale blue bikini bottom, she had dozed off while working on her tan.

Unexpected Find

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

Chapter 1

Tammy, a very educated 24 year old lawyer (soon to be married) had an awful verbal fight with her handsome young 23 year old boyfriend. She decided to get in her car and go for a ride to clear her mind. While driving for nearly 15 minutes, the rain became a monsoon and caused her to veer from the road and end up in a ditch.

She began walking in the torrential downpour when she noticed an upscale community with multi-million dollar homes. As Tammy came up on the neighborhood she noticed one home that was still lit up it was already 1:00 AM and she saw the mailbox with the name of Mrs Joan Caldwell. Nervous and wet , Tammy figured she might as well knock on the door and get help and also get out of the rain. Her cell phone she forgot back at home and what good was that doing her now. Tammy softly knocked on the door when a woman in her mid 60’s came to the door in a robe and asked how she could help. Tammy explained her predicament and asked if she could contact her boyfriend by using a phone to call him.

Viking Instinct

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

Author's Note: A horny football player indulges in his animal instincts with a half-White, half-Latina cheerleader.

EDIT (05/14/11): This is a sequel to the first story I published on this site, the one called “Viking Instinct”. Only recently did I get back in the game, so only recently did I remember to publish this one.

Hunter continues his indulgence in fantasy, this time with the best friend of his last victim thrown into the mix for some forced girl-on-girl action.

Vision of Mercy

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

Full Story (added: )

Category: N/A Codes: M-f, Kidnapping, Snuff, NC

“What am I doing here?” she thought in a hazy and deep confusion, opening her eyes slowly to try and see around her but the room was too dark for her to see anything. She tried to replay the events that got her into this position but her mind was still foggy from the drugs her captor used on her.

Vixen

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

Author's Note: ‘The Game’ is the network’s biggest show. Every Saturday night during the season, millions watch as the Players do battle in the Arena.

Come on you bitch !

Vixen pulled the stock of the net-rifle against her shoulder to stop herself shaking. She felt like shit and she was almost out of time.

Just a few more steps.

Blonde, it had to be Blonde, those ridiculous heels, tapping so cautiously. Incredible she wasn’t strapped to some fuck-rack already with those huge breasts clamped and her ass burning from a dozen points worth of abuse.

Volatile Market

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

Author's Note: : This was my attempt at weaving a little fiction, into images many of us have seen on the “net”. Hope you enjoy it. TMG

“Well…sir,” Saundra Bergdoll spat, annoyed that she was having such a difficult time ending this phone call, “we make it clear to all investors that there are risks when dealing in the stock market. Perhaps if you hadn’t invested every penny, then you’d still have something left for retirement.”

Waking the Dead

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

The place seemed huge, vast even and it was definitely underground, a long way underground. It was wreathed in shadows and it echoed. I looked to my left and saw torches, huge, wooden stakes burning unsteadily in their metal cradles that were in turn fixed to the slab like walls. There were draughts here; causing the flames to dance wildly and making the place seem somehow alive

When I looked to my right I saw the chamber I was looking for and entered it.

Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls

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

Author's Note: Sally and Jennifer are successful businesswomen, who own their own high fashion stores. They also manage their family’s wooded campgrounds, where kids of all ages come for that outdoor experience. In June, a group of 12 sexy 18 year old Prep School girls arrive for their outdoor weekend. However, our heroines are quickly captured, stripped, tied up and forced to participate in numerous XXX sex acts over the course of the weekend. When Sally and Jennifer return home from camp, their husbands catch them playing lesbian bondage sex games. The girls become the sexual bondage love slaves of their husbands for entire weekends.

Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls and 12 Prep School Boys

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

Author's Note: This is the sequel to “Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls.” Start with 12 hot and sexy nymphomaniac 18 year old girls, and add 12 cute 18 year old guys, our intrepid Jennifer and Sally, plus 2 iffy male chaperones. Mix them all up and you wind up with a weekend long bonmdage ganmgbang!

The first Monday in August, Miss Greeley, from the Lake Forest Preparatory Academy called me to confirm that her girls were expected at Camp Shady Oaks the following Friday. She wanted to be sure that her girls got a complete fishing experience. I explained that August was not the best month for fishing, and that we would have to start quite early in the morning for the best results. We settled on leaving at 6"00 AM, and Sally and I would be in their parking lot by 5:45 AM. I reminded her that there would also be a chaperoned group of boys from North Shore Country Day Academy would also be there. Miss Greeley thought that it would do her girls some good to interact with the boys in a wooded camp setting. Little did she know just how much interaction that I expected there to be? Sally and I spent the majority of that week baking and cooking and packing for the upcoming weekend. On Thursday, Sally and I went to our favorite day spa for a full Brazilian Bikini wax job. Although we probably could have waited another month, because our husbands didn’t say any thing, there was enough hair growth for the wax to catch what we had. I would have hated any of our 18 year old charges ridiculing us over a little pubic hair. Considering our normal weekend activities, usually barefoot or in sneakers, we skipped the manicures and pedicures, and would do our nails once the night before we left. Sally and I were packed and ready Thursday night, except for the perishable food items.

Weekend With 12 Sailors

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

Author's Note: This is my 3rd and final story in my “Weekend With” trilogy. Our heroines are first taken, by their husbands, bound to a dumpy dive hamburger joint, where they wind up dancing topless with a bunch of soldiers. Jennifer and Sally have so much fun that they return to the same place bound, and dance topless with the same sailors for a short time. However, they are kidnapped and taken to a hotel, where the sailors have their way with them.

Wendy's Woes

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

Chapter 1 - Secret’s Revealed

Over the last couple of years Wendy had began to uncover her fetish side. She always thought that bondage and the like were too bizarre and anyone who would participate in such activities was nuts. One night She and Tracey had been bar hoping while on a long weekend in Florida. They ended up in a multi level club that had four different floors. Typical joint that is trying to appeal to everyone’s senses. On the roof was an open bar area, not music, just a good spot to drink and smoke under the stars. The top floor was playing Country music and the main floor was all dance music. But the basement was the most entertaining. Very heavy music and virtually everyone clad in chains and leather and anything else you could think of. Although they spent most of the evening on the main floor, Wendy could not get that basement out of her head. Somewhere there was a dark side that was completely consumed and fascinated by it.

When The Tables Turn: A Revenge Story

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

Author's Note: The day after submitting Part 1 I was compelled to complete the story.

The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat.

White Slave Traders

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

Chapter 1

The sign in the window was still there. “Trainee models required. Thursday evenings 6:30 – 8:30 pm. No appointment necessary”.

Still I hesitated. My hair needed doing and I couldn’t afford a normal appointment at a salon. But still I hesitated. I was very proud of my hair, it was my best feature, and I didn’t want some new girl messing it up. I felt the long strands again and made up my mind, pushing open the door and going inside. There was a middle-aged woman sitting at the reception desk. She looked up and smiled as I approached and asked me if she could help. Of course the girls were properly supervised she assured me, and she was sure I would be very pleased with the results. Only partly reassured I nevertheless agreed to put my hair in their hands.

Xena's Fetish Shoppe

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

Part I

Jack Sherwood, III had spent the majority of his adolescence in Boarding School. The only choice after Phillips Exeter was whether he would follow in his Father’s footsteps at Harvard or his mother’s legacy at Dartmouth. Ultimately, Harvard won out and he enjoyed all the privileges that old money and connections can provide, including membership in the exclusive Fox Club. Now, academic life was but a distant memory. Toiling in lower Manhatten for a 2nd year at a trading desk for Goldman was a daily 12 hour grind. He hardly had time for his girlfriend, Rachel, other than the weekends, and realized with apprehension that this relationship was being neglected. He had recently bought a flat in Soho, so as not to have too far to work. He was thinking that the upper east side would be more suitable, but it would add 20 minutes to his commute each day.