Extreme

We had done about everything we could think of with Jane. After only 3 years, she had been modified and manipulated in every way imaginable. As I admired her rigid body, listening to her subtle whimpering beneath the inflated bladder stretching her jaws, I couldn’t help but feel sad that I wouldn’t have her to torture any longer. Three years ago, when she had written me with her interest in becoming the ultimate bondage toy, I hadn’t believed someone like her existed. But after many months of conversation, we finally met, and I realized that she was for real. Only 19 years old when she arrived, she was impressive. Only 5'6", she already had massive breasts, measuring a delightful 38D. On such a small frame, they stood out dramatically. She was rather proud of them, wearing a tight t-shirt on our first meeting, with hip hugger shorts and a bare stomach. I was still certain she would back out at the last minute, but she eagerly signed the contract giving her life to me, then drinking the potion I had set out. Within seconds she was asleep. ...

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. ...

_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. ...

Author's Note: This is one of the most intense stories I’ve written, for me it toys how far I’m comfortable going. I like safe fantasies and couples trying sex games! Despite being completely consensual playing with a slave’s mind seems much more intense than some simple BDSM… give it a read and see what you think! It had been fifteen years since I’d first seen her. Of course time passed differently for vampires, an immortal lifespan gave you a different perspective on a few decades but for her the time would have been an eternity. I could sense the anticipation in the room my two valets eager to see the result of their work, my wives intrigued to meet the new member of their ranks and of course myself. I’d paid her little mind over the past decade and a half as she lay entombed beneath my mansion but now she was ready to join him I recalled when we’d first met. ...

Author's Note: The story codes may imply a more graphic level of story violence than is actually delivered–but the theme is decidedly dark. I can’t believe this is happening, Sara Johnson thought to herself. How did I ever let myself get trapped with a husband like this? He’d seemed like such a catch at the time. Sara’s arms were bound tightly behind her back, in a Japanese style chest harness; she was lying on a musty mattress, still damp from her own urine. He’d left her bound for what seemed like days; then punished her when he found she hadn’t held her water, by looping a rope around her waist and tying it off with a slip knot. As he’d pulled the rope tight she’d felt her organs sloshing around inside her as they adjusted to the new shape of her body. It was an odd feeling, not too unlike mud being squished through her toes. He’d tied the end of the waist-rope to the mass of knots behind her back, tugging to make it as tight as he possibly could. Even with her back arched the rough fibers of the rope tore at the tender flesh between her legs. ...

Author's Note: The premise: A dark, sinister tale of harsh injustice and vengeance in the medieval era. Loyalties will be tested, limits will be pushed, and lechery will run rampant - nothing is sacred in this supernatural tale of sexual depravity. Prologue: Plunged Into Pain A young woman swayed gently through the dank air of the cold dungeon cell. She was suspended by her ankles above a large clear cistern, her bare feet spread and locked against the cold stone ceiling by thick chains and heavy shackles. Her long crimson hair dangled just above the glistening pool, though it was already damp from the moist subterranean air around her. She could see her reflection in the glassy surface below: a pale girl stared back, her emerald-green eyes sparkling with unshed tears, her countenance shivering with apprehension yet wearing the stoic expression of one who refused to give in to her fear. The only light in the dim cell came from two wall-mounted candles whose flames cast a soft glow across the girl’s naked form. Her chiselled figure and shapely curves taunted her, serving as unwelcome reminders of a time long past - a time when she would do the teasing and her body was revered as divine, not strung up like some hunk of meat. ...

Author's Note: Hi everyone! Just wanted to say a few things about my story. Since this is the first story I’ve ever written, please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes (I did my absolute best to get it perfect). I wrote this based on one of my fantasies, it is sci-fi, but please don’t let the lack of realism turn you away, I’m sure I’ve included ideas many will enjoy. The reason is because I love ideas completely out there, it adds to the kink factor, thrill, and uniqueness. There will be unrealistic ideas of course, but I did my best to explain everything I felt needed to be explained. Lastly, just remember this was based on one of my cheesy, ridiculous fantasies, I wrote this the way I saw fit and have chosen to share it with you. Best regards, happy reading! ...

Author's Note: A young biker, not completely on the right side of the law, finds an unbelievable situation in the wheatfields of Kansas. “Some people worry about The End of the Dream. All I cared about was the Dream of the End.” Anonymous - WWII concentration camp survivor. I had been an outdoors type all my life. Given any set of mountains or wilderness, I could survive most comfortably with just a knife as a tool. Some of that was learned in childhood in the wilds of West Virginia, the rest with the Special Forces in the US Army. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. If people enjoy the story I’ll write sequences - Chapter 6 is already in preparation. Actually the story is just getting started. I hope you enjoy it. Chapter 1 - The Company Everything just went so well! But it had cost me a lot too. For the last 5 years, I had earned my degree in psychology with the addition to gender sciences. When I have a goal, I pursue it without regard to losses. I wanted to continue my mother’s life’s work and promote the equality of women in German society. Immediately after my final university exams, I was offered a well-paid position by a renowned Software company, whose supervisory board had committed itself to promote women in the company. ...

Author's Note: The start of a long trail. I know where it’s going, will write more as I feel motivated. Chapter I - The Prep The offer really was too good to refuse. Lin’s student debt had been getting out of control and her efforts to find sources of income had all ended in blind alleys. She was a good student with some good ideas, but not so obviously brilliant that anyone had wanted to make a special accommodation for her when times were so tight. She was about to be forced to give up her ambition to get a PhD, or even an MS, and settle for very reduced career prospects. ...