Non-Consensual

Author's Note: Another story I did years ago, hope you enjoy it! Alice closed the door of the motel room and excitedly began to unpack. She’d been planning this little mini-vacation for quite some time now, and she looked forward to the complete privacy to enjoy herself that awaited her this weekend. Her problem was that she’d become engaged over a year ago, and was afraid to let her fiancé know of her dark obsessions. As a result, she’d suppressed her desires and kept them secret from the man she was supposedly planning to spend the rest of her life with. She’d occasionally indulge herself of course, but only in the privacy of her own home and always when Jerry, her fiancé, wasn’t around. ...

Author's Note: A scary but addicting story. Chapter 1 Alisha is driving through the country alone and lost. “Where am I?” said Alisha to herself. While she was in thought, Alisha swerved off the road and crashed in front of a nice house. A few minutes later, a woman came out of the house and asked if Alisha was ok. " Yeah, I’m fine, but… “. " Here, come in my house and you can call your mother. " the woman said nicely. She led Alisha in her house and set her on the couch. Alish a felt a piece of clothe over her mouth and a few seconds later she was out like a light. She had been drugged. “Perfect.” The woman said. She dragged Alisha into a soundproof and hidden room. She cut off Alishas clothes and examined her prize. She had nice round breasts and a big ass. She felt to she if the boobs or butt were fake. They were not. After about and hour, the captor had Alisha in tight suspension bondage. “Ok.” She said. She put a ball gag in Alishas mouth and went to the corner to turn on a security camera. She went up stairs and took a nap. A few hours later, Alisha woke up in a startle. " Mmmhhmmhh!!!!! " She shouted through the ball gag. She noticed a machine under her and was scared to death. A strange woman walked in wearing a see through outfit. " Well, well, my beautiful slave bitch is up. You listen to me now or you will get yourself killed. If I ask you a question, you respond with yes or no mistress. You will suffer an extreme amount of bondage and fucking do you understand? Alisha shook her head yes. Without another word, the woman knelt down and clicked the machine on. She positioned the stick looking thing right by Alishas vagina. “Have fun my darling!” She laughed and laughed as the machine moved back and forth in alishas vagina. She applied heavy nipple clamps to Alishas perfect breasts. She started licking Alishas lips and toungue. All the while, Alisha was screaming her heart out. She applied pads and flipped yet another switch. She felt a terrible shock throughout her body. Her arms were aching from being tied in this extremely uncomfortable positon. She soon laid limp, knowing that she would never get out of her bonds. She also could tell, from all the fucking supplies lying on the floor and the walls, that this captor wasnt planning on letting her out any time soon. The woman grabbed a whip and beat Alisha terribly. Then she flipped all the switches off and started undoing Alishas restraints. “If you have even the slightest move of escaping i will kill you.” The woman undid the ball gag. " do you understand? " ...

Chapter One - Allison I met Alison about a year ago at “A Cut Above”. It was a men’s only hair saloon that would occasional cut women’s hair but catered to the men. The women were scantily clad in various fetish attire, short skirts, revealing tops, provocative stockings, or any number of attractive outfits that matched their taste and personality. The lobby had a pool table and a small open bar along with various men’s magazines varying from Sports Illustrated to GQ, to Maxim and Playboy. I had been going there monthly to get my usual haircut and when I met Alison, she soon became my preferred stylist. She had shoulder length blonde hair and stood maybe five foot four. I would never ask her how much she weighed, but it couldn’t have been much over a hundred. She had gorgeous legs and a fantastic body. Although she wasn’t huge up top, maybe a B cup, she chose her clothing wisely and made the best of her assets. Aside from being easy on the eyes, she was very friendly and easy to talk to. Her ten-minute haircuts always took longer then anticipated, but she was such fun to be around, I certainly could never complain. ...

Author's Note: This is not a story about sex or orgasms. If that is what you are looking for in a story then you don’t want to waste your time here. It was a rainy night in May when Larry Brewster pulled into the parking lot of J.G.’s Bar and Grill on the outskirts of Tannerville. Rural America didn’t hold any favor with Larry, but with this weather he would be willing to stop for a meal - spend the night even if the rain picked up. It was a gravel lot with mud and puddles everywhere, but he managed to get inside without getting his Nikes soaked. New York to L.A. had seemed like such a good idea this morning, but getting stranded in Indiana was not what he had in mind. ...

Author's Note: This is the 2nd story in the series involving my hapless heroine Suzzanne (the 1st is published here). After the 1st i was advised by other writers to actually write a story with theme so this one is a bit longer and hopefully has a beginning, middle and an end CHAPTER 1 Suzzanne stepped off the loading ramp into space and as the plane began to shrink she had no sensation of falling. She could see the sun coming over the horizon but she knew that on the ground it was still the dark before dawn. She rolled onto her front and spread her arms and legs to control her fall and attitude, she glanced at the red figures of the head - up display projected onto the visor of her helmet, she was at 42,000 feet. This was only the second time she had ever HALO jumped but she knew that at this altitude outside her helmet and protective suit it was airless and well below freezing. She breathed slowly, the oxygen tasted dry and metallic in her mouth and she could hear her own breathing in her ears. Pulling in her arms and legs she angled her body down to increase her speed as she watched the altitude falling, 39,000 feet now. The aim was to freefall as quickly as possible and only open the chute just before landing to avoid detection. She began to feel buffeting as the air thickened and in her head she quickly began to go through her mission. ...

Chapter 1 - Introduction of Amber Amber was a student attending the state university. Currently however, she was keeping herself busy with her summer job working as a waitress at a local pub. She seemed to enjoy her job, or at least tolerated it with a smile. I always enjoyed looking at her beautiful body; it was very athletic and toned. She had nice, large, well-rounded breasts. I almost couldn’t control myself as I would dream of ways to torture them. In fact, many times that was my reason for leaving the small pub. ...

Amber was on her last night in the city. Having attended a weekend conference and soon will be flying the following Sunday morning. Bored with the hotel bar and the other attendees to the conference she quietly inquired at the concierge desk for a local place she could walk to as she had no car and was not interested in a cab. Being told of a place about a block down an alley sounded perfect. Amber thanked the nice gentleman and departing, not seeing the signal given across the room to a patron at the bar who Amber had met and seen the past couple of nights. ...

Chapter 1 Amber tapped her pen on the side of her seat impatiently, waiting for her plane to land, waiting to see her family after so long. Until now, Amber had been a student at a prestigious girls school, Oakrite Academy, one for up and coming socialites with rich parents (like hers) that focused on decorum as much as it did writing and mathematics. But now she had finally graduated, only a few days before her eighteenth birthday. She had barely seen her family for years, other than on the occasional holiday, as she had lived close to the school in a small apartment that had been set up for her, under the supervision of the school’s staff. It had been rigidly structured, the staff strict, and overall not very much fun, and she was glad to be free of it, and it’s rules, regulations, and uniforms. She hadn’t even had a change of clothes, and was still wearing her school approved button down, plaid skirt, and stockings. ...

I went to a party in San Francisco and saw a lady who inspired this story. Not that she was mean to people, but she was very beautiful, and I imagined her getting into this type of situation… The party was really just getting started. Crowds of people had been steadily streaming through the door the past two hours, everybody clad in the most outrageous fetish wear imaginable. The few exceptions were the closet fetishists, out for their first evening off the chat groups and realizing there is more to the scene than e-mail. I was pleased at the turnout. As one of the organizers I had hoped that people would come check it out, and I wasn’t disappointed. Now, I was manning the fantasy booth. For fifty dollars you could fill out a fantasy to take place during the party, ranging from foot worship to torture. Most of the forms filled out were rather tame and I was beginning to be disappointed. A sad excuse for a transvestite timidly turned in a form and I glanced at it out of curiosity as I took his/her money. She was pretty desperate, or just really kinky. The form covered all the ranges and this girl had checked almost everything. She had asked for an abduction/torture fantasy with very few limits placed on the abductors. Almost all the boxes were checked, including severe whipping, breast torture, piercing and gang rape. The only comment at the bottom was “no permanent injury,” a smart exception but also open to interpretation. I noted the area reserved for abductee response. She wanted to struggle, resist and, regardless of her reaction, the scene should continue for as long as the captors decided. I watched her stumble to the couch in the corner and slump down to it. She was in no shape to enjoy an abduction, much less even feel it. I slipped the card aside, determined to return her money later claiming lack of interest. ...

Author's Note: This is a fan fiction screenplay of a Doctor Who episode. It focuses on the 11th Doctor (Matt Smith) and his companion Amy Pond (Karen Gillan) Scene 1 - INT.SHIP.UNKNOWN THE DOCTOR and AMY step out of the TARDIS. The room looks like the inside of a spaceship, however more so the engine room than a control deck. THE DOCTOR: Well, this definitely isn’t Gettysburg. And I doubt it’s 1863 either. ...