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Author's Note: The villains in this story are loosely inspired by the cult-horror film, “Bloodsucking Freaks”, who are campy by design. This is a “retro” bondage story of sorts that takes place in the 1980s, so this may not be for all readers. It was a balmy late summer evening in 1985 when the three friends arrived in a jeep, loaned to them by one of their parents for the weekend. The three female friends had known each other since elementary school, and were getting together for one last summer weekend at the lake prior to them leaving for their respective colleges that fall. Canoeing, hiking, swimming, and roasting whatever was edible over the fire was but a small sample of activities they planned for the weekend. Each of them was unique and special in their own right, evident in where they were going in the upcoming semester. ...

He had said that he wanted to see me dance in a cage. The idea intrigued me, not so much because he would be watching me move, admiring my body, but much more because I’d get to experience being confined to a cage for a while. I always enjoyed the chance to experience bondage in a different form, and this would be another opportunity to do so. And from our past friendship, I knew that I could trust him, therefore, I had agreed. ...

Author's Note: I sincerely hope you enjoy this story. If you’d like to know more about my writing, directing and storytelling in the mediums of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Erotica and Absurd Humor … Please look me up at www.pup-stc.com My name is Raquel. I’m 20 years old. I have an IQ of 157. I had my associates degree by the time I was 18. By 19, I was making more than 20 thousand a month, designing high profile web pages. ...

Author's Note: If you’re here for the ‘good stuff’ and not the story, then start at chapter 2. Enjoy. I’d love to hear your feedback. Chapter 1: Bad Brake Vanessa moaned in utter ecstasy, thrusting her hips against the vibrator buried deep in her pussy. She seductively rubbed her big, round tits and curled her toes as she writhed on the bed. Spent, she slumped back onto the silk sheets. After a moment, she brushed her long black hair out of her face and winked at the camera mounted on her desk in front of the bed. She blew it a kiss before getting up and turning it off. She glanced at the clock on the wall. ...

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. ...

Author's Note: Trying my hand at a little sci-fi. Let me know what you think! Chapter 1 “So much for the exciting life of a Starship Captain!” Elana muttered to herself. Six months into her nine month trip in the cargo ship Nuevo Mundo to the Kepler system to resupply the two colonies there and then transport their Mithril ore to Trappist 1 for processing. That cargo of refined Mithrium will bring her back to the manufacturing plants on Mars. Six months off then do it all again. It takes a special person to stand the solitude of a three year trip, even with the newest version Brain/Computer Interface Virtual Reality pod and virtual reality “books” to occupy her leisure time. ...

Author's Note: Wrote this a long back. Didn’t publish. English is not my first or second language, so pardon my mistakes. The story contains long term metal bondage, slavery, torture. Please share your valuable comment. It inspires us to write more. Chapter 1 (added: ) “You definitely need a glass of water” was his first words to me. I was almost shivering in fear as the flight started moving. I looked at the source of the words, my co-passanger, he had a charming smile. I took the glass of water from him and returned a weak smile back at him. ...

It was a cold, misty morning in March and Anna was on her way to work. She caught the Bus most winter mornings, but on this occasion she had decided to walk. Gazing lazily down at her small feet as she strode forwards, she pulled her handbag further up onto her shoulder. Suddenly she felt her body stiffen as she sensed someone behind her. She glanced fleetingly behind her, but saw nothing but an empty street. Still worried, she quickened her pace and tried to convince herself that it had been merely her imagination playing tricks. It was only one minute later however, that the feeling of being followed by a mysterious stalker returned to her. This time she looked more subtly behind her, only to see a hunched figure reseeding behind his thick green jacket walking about ten yards behind her on the other side of the road. Relieved and finally feeling safe (the man looked small and un - threatening) she exhaled strongly and continued her walk. It was only at this time, when she expected no attack, that it came. She saw nothing but a blur of silver, and then darkness. ...

Part 1 I have never been a very confident girl – my English father left us when I was very young, my Chinese mother always blamed me for that and never had a good word to say to me. Even though I was a pretty girl, with my mixed race looks, she always denigrated me and put me down, so I never believed it when people said nice things about me. I wear my black hair tomboy-short, have big, black-rimmed glasses to hide my face, and I always dress to disappear into the background, because I’m embarrassed by my curvaceous figure. I am bright, and left home to go to university at eighteen, moving as far away as possible, both physically and culturally – going from a small country village to the big city. I struggled for the first few months, unable to make friends and having to rent a squalid flat. I threw myself into my work and cried myself to sleep at night. And then I met the man who was going to change my life. ...

Chapter 1 As the three girls walked into the casino they where surprised. They had expected an unusual sight but not like this. The room was filled with the typical style of tables for gaming. But rather than the compliment of guests dressed in tired tuxedos or vacation wear, the crowd seemed to be made up of a sea of latex and leather. There wasn’t a single person in sight that wore anything other than tight fetish clothing. Gina looked at herself and her two friends, suddenly feeling very out of place. Wearing sundresses, the girls had expected to be overdressed for the crowd that was described to them. Instead, they felt like they where wearing overalls at a formal dance. ...