Non-Consensual

Author's Note: What if in the after-life you pay for your sins by living the life of a cosmic slave caste? This is an esoteric experiment, silly, and nothing to take too seriously. Chapter 1 When I died, my body fell into a dark void while my soul parted away. Little did I know that my body and soul had their own agency. I watched as my soul floated away as a bright white incandescent body, but not bright enough to illuminate the darkness around. It was a familiar face, an old friend, a twin abandoning me. ...

Part 1 Darla and Cheryl couldn’t have been more different. Cheryl was blonde with a great tan and hot body while Darla was a pale brunette with a less hot (but still very good) body. But both had a desire for the spotlight and attention that put them at odds with each other. And their rival grew over the years. At first it was little things like spreading rumors about each other and exchanging insults and innuendos when they were in the same place, as well as some boyfriend stealing. During a singing competition, someone drugged Cheryl’s drink and she collapsed on stage. Darla found her tires slashed on the night she was to audition for a play. Both went to see a modeling agent and Cheryl “somehow” ate a laxative. To make matters worse, while she was in the bathroom the door was locked. During a swimsuit competition, Darla’s suits were found ripped to shreds. ...

Part 1 The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...

Author's Note: The day after submitting Part 1 I was compelled to complete the story. The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...

Author's Note: Part 1 was submitted in November, the rest has been completed and previous parts have been edited for fuller effect. The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...

Chapter 1 The sign in the window was still there. “Trainee models required. Thursday evenings 6:30 – 8:30 pm. No appointment necessary”. Still I hesitated. My hair needed doing and I couldn’t afford a normal appointment at a salon. But still I hesitated. I was very proud of my hair, it was my best feature, and I didn’t want some new girl messing it up. I felt the long strands again and made up my mind, pushing open the door and going inside. There was a middle-aged woman sitting at the reception desk. She looked up and smiled as I approached and asked me if she could help. Of course the girls were properly supervised she assured me, and she was sure I would be very pleased with the results. Only partly reassured I nevertheless agreed to put my hair in their hands. ...

Mummy. Wrapped sculpture For all eternity, Tucked away In seclusion. My love. Chapter 1: THE BEDROOM “Come With Me” I enter the living room one day to find you sitting there watching TV. You don’t notice me at first. “Like what you see?” I ask. You stir from your relaxed state and notice that am wearing a purple latex dress which drops to 3" above the knee. I am also wearing thigh-high stretch black vinyl platform boots which cling tightly to my slender ankles up my round plump calves to the base of my thighs. Your jaw drops, producing the desired result. I tell you that I have a surprise for you. You squint a little at me, trying to decipher what it could mean. “Come with me” I command. You obediently follow me down the hall, watching the shamefully tight latex clinging to my juicy ass cheeks swaying side to side in a lazy figure eight as I strut toward the bedroom. As you enter the room you notice a black satin sheet that has been laid over the full size bed. ...

Author's Note: I wasn’t really going for a work of classic literature, I just went for the classic components: bondage, check. Lesbians, check. Orgasms, check. Any other boxes you wish it filled? The lock on the door clicked as I turned the key. The flight had been long, the seats had been uncomfortable and my husband had forgotten to pick me up from the airport. As I opened the front door to our house I shrugged my travel bag off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Unpacking could wait until tomorrow! ...

Part 1 About once a month my friends and I would go fishing at a local lake or river. It was our time to get away, and we looked forward to it. This month we were at a local river, with myself and 6 others. There were both boys and girls on our group. I informed the group that I was going to go down river a little bit. This was my usual course of action, I liked to be by myself sometimes and I would find a quiet place and then set up shot. After a few hours I return back to my friends and get a beer and a dog from our grill. ...

Author's Note: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below. Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at [email protected]. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged. ...