Slavery

Author's Note: Thanks to all who contributed ideas and helped with the editing! The massive door closed behind her with a soft click, shutting her out from the plush office. She was dismissed. She had just been told to search for ’new challenges’ outside the company. Or more aptly put, she had been sacked. Alice took a deep breath to get a grip on her rage. Thankfully, the anteroom was empty, her boss’s, correction, former boss’s assistant having momentarily abandoned her fortified post behind the massive desk facing the entrance. Alice was grateful for the opportunity to regain her composure. She did not want to face her (as of now former) colleagues in a troubled emotional state, heck, she did not want to face them at all. She dreaded the thinly veiled schadenfreude of her rivals, who preferred to attribute her quick rise up the corporate ladder to her looks instead of her performance, and the palpable relief of her less intellectually gifted colleagues, glad at having been spared themselves. But most of all she dreaded the pity of the few people in the office she counted as friends. For the last two years, since the untimely death of her parents, she had thrown herself into her work and presented the front of an independent, tough, calculating achiever to the world. Now she feared she might break down, revealing the lonesome and frightened girl that still lurked inside. Better she held on to her rage. ...

Author's Note: The story you are about to read was generated by an AI. The story was in part directed by a human, such that the human was playing in the story, telling the AI what they wanted their character to do. The AI responded to these requests with story elements, descriptions, and provided the results of the human’s actions. After playing through this story, the human read back through and made some edits to fix minor grammar mistakes, remove some repetitiveness, and to smooth the overall story a little bit. So, this story is about 90% AI generated. Keep that in mind as you read, and think about how much better this will be in the future ;) ...

Slipping off her bathrobe, Samantha found her hands caressing the skin of her stomach and up to her breasts. She looked hard for proof of her age, finding little but confidence in her eyes. Even she would be hard pressed to believe she had just turned 40. Years ago, when she was just starting out in the business world, she had been a striking brunette, who used her beauty and charms to get what she wanted. Now, 20 years later, she found she had everything she had set out to achieve. Her position of Vice President had been earned both through her own sweat as well as the blood of not just a few contemporaries, men and women alike, who stood in her way. The office gossip had always involved the she-bitch Samantha Bennet, someone you didn’t want to lock horns with. Samantha enjoyed the reputation, and enjoyed instilling fear in her employees. The combination of her now striking beauty and steely attitude created a bubble of intimidation around her. ...

John saw Kate’s profile on a BDSM dating website. He was seeking the Mistress/girlfriend of his dreams, and Kate seemed to be exactly what he wanted, but he doubted she would respond. She was 15 years younger than him and her photos showed a beautiful red-head artistically posing in a variety of fetish-wear. He wrote a respectful letter of introduction and was both thrilled and surprised to receive a response. It turned out they shared many of the same “vanilla” interests and chatted online effortlessly for hours, followed by more great phone conversations. Kate finally agreed to meet him for drinks and the chemistry was undeniable. Two martinis later, Kate said: ...

Author's Note: Strange story. Maybe hard to read. For several reasons Part 1 Past The girls were somewhere in the kitchen, when the sedative began to take hold. It was odorless and airborne. Dana and Alexa had already inhaled the effective dose when eventually … ‘I feel dizzy.’ ‘Don’t wet your pants. It’s just the adrenaline.’ ‘No. Really.’ Dana sighed. ‘You can’t be serious. Come on. We haven’t found anything of value.’ ...

Author's Note: This is hte first part of a new story line i’ve been writing - gone sci fi with this one so apologies to anyone not keen on that. I’d just like to say thank you to Conrad - no idea who you are and if you’ll read this but thank you for re-kindling my writing flames with your feedback on my other stories. Chapter 1 The end of the world didn’t come like the classic Hollywood films of the 21st century forecasted, death and horror as nature exacted its revenge on the human race for its centuries of mis treatment. Instead the end came like a slow lingering illness, each moment that passed the earth grew weaker and more fragile as the toll finally showed. ...

Author's Note: A young couple house sitting for a friend discover her BDSM playhouse and explore their various bondage fantasies over the course of their summer vacation. What they don’t realize however, is that their friendly host has other plans in mind for them. Prologue Nathan slowly lulled his way back to consciousness, but even after his vision cleared and his mind was no longer a haze, he realized something was amiss. His limbs refused to move, he could wiggle his toes and clench his fists but they were anchored to awkward places on the chair. When he felt the familiar strain of rope against his skin, he tried to call out but found the words unable to form past the ball jammed in his mouth. A piece of long white fabric was pulled tightly over the gag and its adjacent straps. This was done to prevent him from drooling on himself as opposed to keeping the gag in place. He could feel the tightly buckled straps around his head; with or without the cloth, the ball gag wasn’t going anywhere. ...

Erica groaned into the thick rubber ball that filled her mouth as she stumbled across the room, the short chain between the tight metal cuffs on her ankles forcing her to take halting steps. The grip of her unseen captor was tight on her bare upper arm. The rough black bag that covered her head was still damp from the many tears she had cried during the long drive spent locked in the trunk of her own car. Her wrists hurt where the un-giving handcuffs bit into them behind her back, chafed from her earlier, desperate struggles to escape. Her ankles were spared some of that discomfort by the white cotton socks that protected them. ...

Author's Note: Erica and 9 other women are captured at sea by a highly advanced international sex slave organization. Erica recalls the events that led to her capture and details her transformation into the most coveted and expensive sex slave ever sold. The story is told in the first person, from Erica’s POV. Enjoy Erica and 9 other women are captured at sea by a highly advanced international sex slave organization. Erica recalls the events that led to her capture and details her transformation into the most coveted and expensive sex slave ever sold. The story is told in the first person, from Erica’s POV. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story and I hope you enjoy reading it. I would dearly love to improve my writing and so if you guys have any feedback or suggestions whatsoever I’d be delighted to hear them, positive or negative. Many thanks. - Josh Chapter 1 Olivia smiled as she stared into man’s exotic brown eyes, only half listening as he spoke. She was lost in her own world, mesmerised by how he looked at her as if she were the only girl in the world. He was talking to them all, his eyes taking in each one so his look was only a few moments. But it felt like hours. Olivia couldn’t remember why they were here or how they had started talking to him but it didn’t seem to matter. Her classmates, the trip, her studies and especially the time were all forgotten, so engrossed was she by his stories and his astonishingly handsome face. She couldn’t help but play with her hair as she stared at his light brown features, his chiselled jaw, his big brown eyes, and looking down, his bulging biceps and t-shirt worn stretched to its limit. Biting her lip slightly, she imagined what was underneath, thoughts of spending the night with him fluttering through her head. She was not alone either. All three girls were entranced by the mysterious man. ...