Non-Consensual

Author's Note: Story idea was inspired by a fan/ e-mail correspondent. Thanks, Mike! Happy Halloween and happy bondaging! She admired her shiny black skin-tight latex-attired, corseted, booted, hooded figure in her full-length mirror, posing from different angles, getting her full fill of her sexy, bad self. She smiled, smacking her tight, gleaming, beautifully-rounded ass, straining to look back over her shoulder in the long, tight, thick latex neck-corselet, a cigarette in her other latex-gloved hand, cocked back at shoulder height. ...

Author's Note: A great Halloween costume is a wonderful thing, but sometimes it is better to pick your own and not trust someone else. “One game of backgammon, if you win I will give you $10,000. If I win you will come to the Halloween party dressed as a pony, but in a costume that I will provide.” Sounds simple, sounds none threatening. For David $10,000 was nothing. For her it was huge, with the costs of school she was really struggling. Was this just his way of helping her out? And so what if she lost. She had been worried sick about how she was going to put together a costume that would match the people she expected to be at David’s party. ...

I left home as I do any other morning, wrapped up in my thick black coat and scarf in a vain attempt to shield myself from the winter breeze. Hopping hastily into my car on the slippery drive I scurry off to work in the next town just a few miles away from here. I desperately blow into my hands trying to invite even the faintest warmth into my shivering fingers, cussing the weather and all the while disliking the fact I had to go to work in such abnormal temperatures. Little did I know what pleasures were in store for me by the end of the day and how blinding cold could turn into blazing heat in a matter of hours… ...

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. ...

The man knew he was dreaming. It wasn’t just because he was standing in the middle of nothing, an endlessly flat white landscape that seemed to fade away whenever he focused on the horizon. It wasn’t just because the sky was just as grey and unnaturally empty as the ground. He knew that it was a dream because he couldn’t make himself care about how strange everything was. Intellectually, he knew what he was seeing was nonsensical. He didn’t seem to matter. It was almost like an out of body experience, except he was still in control of himself. ...

Author's Note: ‘Hermione and the Fairy Briedel’ got a number of favourable comments and even spawned a prequel. I thus decided I wanted to write a sequel. I’d planned (and still do) ‘Hermione and the Elven Princess’ which involved, among other things, our lovely and now very kinky witch being trained as a pony girl. However, I was sidetracked by comments about Harry and Ginny’s relationship which made me want to explore this little back-story. Hermione had to feature, of course; there’s no point in having a constantly horny and extremely submissive character if you don’t use her to her full potential. There had to be magic too. ...

Author's Note: I still live with this man. Chapter 1 (added: ) Category: N/A Codes: M-f, non-consensual, analplay, armbinder, breathplay, extreme, mummification, non-fiction. packaging, slavery, spanking, suspension, teen, tickling, torture, toys, tricked, violent We went on a few dates, and I thought he was the one for me. He was tall, 6'3", with bright, shining hazel eyes and dark black hair that typically fell over his right eye. We were both 18 at the time, and I thought I was in love. ...

_Author's Note: _This is the first part of a multi part story. It might be a slow at first since this is the background. **If you have comments or suggestions please email [email protected].* Part 1 – The Background “What’s my schedule this afternoon?” Exiting the elevator walking to her office, Heather asked her assistant Jennifer. Trying to balance two cups of coffee while retrieving her PDA, Jennifer managed to give a reply before they arrived at Heather’s office. “There’s no appointment in the afternoon Miss Heather.” Opening her office door Heather entered and set her laptop on her desk, she sat in her comfortable chair and looked at Jennifer. Quietly she said, “Don’t schedule anything. We’re leaving at 3 pm.” Jennifer nodded and set Heather’s coffee on the desk and exited, returning to her desk. ...

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. ...

1. Sad Sophie My colleagues, well I suppose my now ex-colleagues were slowly drifting out having shared our misery in the local pub. There were only a couple of guys and me and one other girl still here and none of us were really friends; just workmates sharing the gloom of our final days employment. I would have to watch my pennies from now on as I have nothing lined up and I have a mortgage to pay. ...