Author's Note: This is my second story. Know its not perfect but hope its OK. I will continue to update the story when each chapter is written. Suggestions and Ideas always welcome. At 28 years old, Abby (short for Abbigail) was happy. At 30 years old, Jason was happy too. Abby, was a loving wife of 5 years, having known Jason for nearly 8 years. They were totally in love from the first moment they saw each other. ...
Author's Note: This is part 2 of the story I began in “A Model Worker” back in September, and further develops the central characters and themes. It is a darker tale than the first installment, so please check the story codes for what to expect. I plan to write further installments to this story when I can find time. As always constructive criticism always welcomed. Chapter 1: Why Am I Here, And For How Long? ...
Author's Note: A young man in his final weeks at a very private and exclusive school makes a painful error The headmistress of Duncan Smith’s very exclusive school looked over her glasses at him. Something all the boys at school believed was that no one gave intimidating looks like Headmistress White did. Duncan felt his sphincter tighten and his balls try to climb back up his pubic bone. She had just finished a 10 minute low volume scolding having to do with his sexual impropriety involving drunken advances on a Eastern European housekeeper named Marta. Marta was also in the room standing to the side. ...
Author's Note: Thanks to all who contributed ideas and helped with the editing! The massive door closed behind her with a soft click, shutting her out from the plush office. She was dismissed. She had just been told to search for ’new challenges’ outside the company. Or more aptly put, she had been sacked. Alice took a deep breath to get a grip on her rage. Thankfully, the anteroom was empty, her boss’s, correction, former boss’s assistant having momentarily abandoned her fortified post behind the massive desk facing the entrance. Alice was grateful for the opportunity to regain her composure. She did not want to face her (as of now former) colleagues in a troubled emotional state, heck, she did not want to face them at all. She dreaded the thinly veiled schadenfreude of her rivals, who preferred to attribute her quick rise up the corporate ladder to her looks instead of her performance, and the palpable relief of her less intellectually gifted colleagues, glad at having been spared themselves. But most of all she dreaded the pity of the few people in the office she counted as friends. For the last two years, since the untimely death of her parents, she had thrown herself into her work and presented the front of an independent, tough, calculating achiever to the world. Now she feared she might break down, revealing the lonesome and frightened girl that still lurked inside. Better she held on to her rage. ...
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 ;) ...
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. ...
Author's Note: Strange story. Maybe hard to read. For several reasons Part 1 Past The girls were somewhere in the kitchen, when the sedative began to take hold. It was odorless and airborne. Dana and Alexa had already inhaled the effective dose when eventually … ‘I feel dizzy.’ ‘Don’t wet your pants. It’s just the adrenaline.’ ‘No. Really.’ Dana sighed. ‘You can’t be serious. Come on. We haven’t found anything of value.’ ...
Author's Note: This is hte first part of a new story line i’ve been writing - gone sci fi with this one so apologies to anyone not keen on that. I’d just like to say thank you to Conrad - no idea who you are and if you’ll read this but thank you for re-kindling my writing flames with your feedback on my other stories. Chapter 1 The end of the world didn’t come like the classic Hollywood films of the 21st century forecasted, death and horror as nature exacted its revenge on the human race for its centuries of mis treatment. Instead the end came like a slow lingering illness, each moment that passed the earth grew weaker and more fragile as the toll finally showed. ...
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. ...
Sam Johnson stared at the letter in his hand: “Dear Mr. Johnson, How unfortunate that you felt the need to testify against Jimmy in the trial, despite our arrangement. I told you that if Jimmy was convicted, your family would pay the price. Well, this letter is to inform you of what that price will be. We currently have possession of a certain wife of yours named Sarah. You may have noticed she didn’t come home on time. We’re going to keep Sarah for as long as Jimmy is behind bars. According to the judge, that’ll be 16 years. Better hope he gets an early parole. If you go to the police with this, I can absolutely guarantee Sarah will never be seen again. See you in 16 years. Tony” ...