Non-Consensual

Author's Note: Thanks as always to Bethany (handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Michelle got up early to drive herself to the hospital for her scheduled test. She was going in for a newly developed MRI procedure that was hopefully going to shed some light on her condition. For almost a year, small patches of numbness had been forming on her skin, sometimes accompanied by tingling or minor pain. They could appear anywhere on her body, would last from five to ten days, then would simply disappear. ...

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. These actions should never be performed without consent. Some aspects of this story are not safe to preform. Nothing stays the same. That is the one thing I am sure of. You see, I grew up in a normal, happy family. We lived out in the country in mid-America. It used to be called Missouri, but that’s a name long since obsolete. I had a happy childhood, full of laughter and joy. I grew up, but my life was still full. I had my challenges, as anyone does, but overall life was wonderful. Then I turned twenty.. ...

Lindsey Stirling had just left Panera Bread after getting her favorite breakfast dish there. As she was walking out a man comes up behind her and uses chloroform to knock her out. A few hours later she wakes up naked and with her hair in a ponytail in an abandoned looking wheelhouse full of machinery. Even though she can’t see outside she knows it’s nighttime due to it being quite chilly in the warehouse and due to her nipples being rock hard from exposure to the chilly air in the warehouse. As she begins to explore the warehouse she trips and falls onto a conveyor belt. Detecting an object on the belt the dormant machinery in the old motorcycle factory quickly comes to life. ...

Author's Note: As always I enjoy any and all comments. “So, you think you’d like the position I’m offering?” I was standing in a trendy bar next to a high table late on a Sunday evening. There were plenty of seats, but I didn’t dare hop on the stool. On the phone she’d told me to dress as erotically as I could, and that the offer depended on her being impressed. So there I stood, in a body stocking covered by a leather over-bust corset that laced in back, long black gloves and a latex miniskirt that just was not willing to cover my rear, let alone allow me to sit down. ...

Author's Note: I wouldn’t exactly call myself a writer of erotic fiction, preferring to engage in lighter fair. However, there are times, late at night, when a particularly odd idea will formulate in my head. These are those odd ideas come to light. Mostly, my tales will tilt towards the erotic horror, the story twisting somewhere dark in the final chapters. Though, I will admit to the romantic. Occasionally I go there and put forth something with more substance and emotion. ...

Author's Note: Def: Oculus Mirror - a mirror in which the more you look at it the more you see your evil reflection. Def: Oculus Mirror - a mirror in which the more you look at it the more you see your evil reflection. Prologue The old man walked along the side walk slowly. His cane helped him along so he wouldn’t stumble. Soon he came to a row of shops and entered the one with the sign ‘Antiques’ hanging above the door. Walking into the room he took a look around and noticed something amiss. The clerk came out of the back room and spied the old man and said, “Hello Herr Brunner, how was your lunch?” ...

“We run a tight ship here, Ms Dremmer,” the bald department head lectured from the front, and in the same pace he was storming along the corridor. Mr Wicklebimm couldn’t be bothered to hold any door open for the young woman struggling to keep up. “Do not think of your first day at work as a first day, but as work. There is no need for idleness just because your notepad still has all its sheets blank.” ...

Author's Note: This is a slightly shorter, but more extreme, version of the story posted on boundanna.com. Part 1: The Stocks Please don’t stop," Jazmin cried. “I’m almost there.” “I’m sorry Honey, I’m done,” Viktor replied, withdrawing his penis from his wife’s vagina. “Please Viktor, just a couple more thrusts.” “Honey, you don’t understand, when we men have shot our load we go soft. We’re done; there’s nothing we can do about it.” ...

Author's Note: This is fan fiction inspired by the Sabrina TV series and the ZFX/Shockwave Videos. It employs supernatural elements, so this may not be for everyone. Zelda and Hilda Spellman arrived at the house of their client, Charles Osgood, the famed explorer of all things rare and magical. Finally retiring after several decades of adventure, Charles Osgood decided that he needed to scale back his massive collection. Some he donated to museums, and still others he donated for charity auctions. However, there was still so much more left that he hired Zelda and Hilda Spellman to go through and inventory his massive collection and arrange shipment to various follow-on locations at a tidy sum for their services. ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing erotic literature and I have chose the single sentence paragraph to help make it flow easier. Depending on the reviews there may be a continuation. Chapter One: THE AUCTION The chill of the early fall breeze was causing the male captives to shiver as they stood bare naked on the auction platform with their wrists chained to the back of their necks. ...