Non-Consensual

Jane arrived in Texas and was taken in a limousine to the ranch owned by the family of her new friend Sheila Dunson. She was met at the door of the palatial Dunson ranch house by Sheila and her sisters Shari and Susie, all attractive blondes in their 20s, all very friendly and hospitable. The ranch house and the surrounding ranch were the girls’ private playground. Jane was shocked at how little the sisters and their friends would wear when they went out in public. Maybe that was partly because the girls were rich and able to do whatever they wanted. But mostly it was about living in a society where being feminine and flirty and attractive was approved of and rewarded by everyone. ...

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. ...

Author's Note: Jasmine loses a bet and becomes a slave to another Domme and learns how to become a slave for life Chapter 1 - The Bet Racheal was going to the B&D party at Shelia’s that Monday night and was picking out her outfit. She selected the black leather cat suit that hugged her body and while it covered her, it allowed everyone to know she had a hot body. Shelia was a fellow Domme and was the area’s leading supplier of fetish gear, from clothes to dungeon items and all of her parties were events not to be missed as she loved to demonstrate new items on her slaves. As Racheal entered the large warehouse, which was Shelia’s factory and in the rear her home, she saw a group of Domme’s at the bar chatting away. As she approached she heard one say “I love to bet on football with the loser becoming the slave of the winner since I never lose”. Racheal took note that the mouthy Domme was African American and very lovely, but also arrogant. She was dressed in a white vinyl dress that showed off her larges breasts, and 6" heels. Racheal noticed her close friend Lana standing at the bar and joined her and ordered a white wine. The black Domme walked over and said “Hi, I am Jasmine” Racheal responded “I am Racheal”. “Nice to meet you” Jasmine said, “you are very lovely, have you ever been submissive as I would love to own you”. The Dommes at the bar turned around to see what was going on. Racheal, with a forceful voice said “Jasmine, I don’t serve anyone I own slaves”. Jasmine laughed and said “I’ll bet you on the football game tonight, winner gets the loser for a week, and I just can’t wait to have you as my slave. I will even give you the choice between the Lions and Packer and use the point spread from today’s paper if you have the guts to play”. Racheal said, “Let’s make it a month of slavery the loser serves, and I will take the Packers”. Racheal was grinning inside as she had heard on her radio, just before arriving the four offensive starters for the Lions had been suspended, and knew the morning line in the paper would not reflect it. Jasmine opening the paper said “WOW, the line is Lions getting 10. I will take that bet, sucker and look forward having you in chains” Shelia appeared behind the bar and said, “Girls lets do this right and get a signed contract between the two of you” as she winked at Racheal. Jasmine hesitated until Racheal said “afraid of losing the bet you wanted slave girl”. This pissed off Jasmine who grabbed the contract signed it without looking and said “you are mine now slut” Racheal signed the contract and Shelia took it and signed as the witness. ...

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. ...

Chapter 1 It wasn’t a swagger, or even a strut, it was an attitude, she knew she looked good and she did. Even at just 5’ 6”, plus a bit more with the heels on the boots, she had an arrogance about her that managed to give the impression she was looking down her nose at everyone. In a sense she probably was. I suppose that kind of confidence was needed when you made your living defrauding people, but the clothes certainly helped complete the picture. The black leather coat didn’t need a belt because several buttons down the front pulled it snugly around her body from the closed neck, over a very impressive bust line, and nipping in tight at the waist before it flared slightly over her hips and dropped to the top of the matching black leather knee boots. ...

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 ...

Author's Note: All the packaging stories here recently inspired me with a new idea, I hope you enjoy it. All criticism is appreciated, whether positive, negative, or constructive! Jenny wasn’t sure what to make of the ad which read only, “Water Tank Bikini Model Needed”, but she needed a little extra spending money and she thought it couldn’t hurt to ask. She called the phone number and quickly ended up talking to Dave who asked her if she could come by tonight for measurements. She didn’t have anything going on that evening, so she and her friend, Angie, went down to the studio on the second floor of a non-descript building in the theater district. ...

Julia fell to her knees as the guard roughly threw her into the cold conrete room. She heard the steel door slam shut and lock behind her. The rags that were her Prom dress barely covered her body now, and Julia still tried in vain to keep her breasts covered. The effects of the drug were wearing off and she could almost see clearly again. Julia blinked several times and she could make out cell bars and another girl in the cell next to her. ...

Author's Note: Hi Folks, previously posted on another site under my alternate Wingco name. Starts slowly but builds to a…. Regards, Shelley xxx Part 1 It was very stormy as the boat crossed towards the Western Isles. On board Jesse Haig was looking forward to a month cycling and camping the length of the Scottish islands. A stunning young woman of twenty-two years old, almost Viking in appearance. Think of Hagar’s daughter and you’d get the idea. Thick wavy golden blonde hair, long legs and an athletic body to die for and she’d attracted her fair share of attention since she’d blossomed. Even today while booking her ticket the seller had almost drooled over her. Still a body like hers was a rare sight up here and he’d only been human after all. ...

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. ...