Slavery

Foreword: this is the direct sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her. I’ve heavily editted the original story – especially the dialogue near the end which some readers found lacking. Chapter 1 - The Perfect Toy “Violet! I’m back.” I heard the hydraulics of the garage door closing as Master called out. The heavy downpour outside had masked the sound of his return until now. My feet scurried as fast as my precarious stiletto heels would allow. My neck chain jingled noisily as I made my way to the washing room hallway and the entrance from the garage. ...

Part 1 I had known Lois for almost 8 years. We’d been living close to each other when I was 24 she was 29. At that time she’d just broken up from her long-time boyfriend and we’d had something of a chemistry to say the least. It was absolutely electric. I fancied the pants off her, she had something about her that just made me excited and more, it was an immensely strong attraction… she certainly gave me plenty to think about. ...

Author's Note: This is a complete story I was a 23 year old adventurous man who loved life. I had been a college athlete who loved competition, but now having graduated, I had thrown aside my old sport and tried to find new endeavors to stimulate me physically. I was also fiercely independent. Because of that, I rarely had a girlfriend for more than a few weeks. I loved girls, but they always wanted to tie me down. They had the genetic need to nest and I certainly didn’t. It also mean’t that I didn’t have a lot of close friends. My friends from high school faded away when I went to college and my friends from college were already starting to fade away now that we had graduated and they had moved on to careers. I had a sister who had come out as a lesbian and moved to Portland Or. but we rarely spoke and my parents both passed away from different illnesses 4 year ago. ...

Author's Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for bad spelling and grammar. The first part of the following short story is a fantasy, that I’ve had for a long time. Part two is real, but not that interesting. Part three will come, should anyone want to know more about me, my life or sick mind. critics are most welcome! http://painslut24-7.webs.com Part one: “An extreme fantasy” ...

Author's Note: If enough people show interest in the story and like it then I’ll continue it ;) Part 1 It was a Wednesday like any other, Sarah arose from a nice slumber and began getting ready for work, she had been doing the same thing day in and day out for the last 3 years. She’d gotten a job as an accountant working at her uncle’s company, it was decent enough pay to let Sarah fuel her fetish and still live comfortably, but she felt something was missing from the job. Sarah also liked to partake in her fetish on the weekends; she often liked to indulge herself (sometimes with one of her friends) in some bondage scenarios. She’d usually just do self-bondage and imagine a scene for herself such as damsel in distress, or the daughter of a millionaire who’d been kidnapped, but if a friend was around she’d let them ‘play’ too. ...

Author's Note: The Book of the Principles of Ying and Yang, ancient even when Nujiezu was founded. It holds, however, wisdom and knowledge. Its principles will help you, Akane and Ranma Saotome, develop the nature of Yang and impose the nature of Ying into Shampoo. I was having troubles starting on it, so I took a lot of ideas from PET, Inc- An awesome story you can find on this site-from another author. ...

Author's Note: Please comment your thoughts. Why had this happened? And to her of all people! It was unimaginable, but if it wasn’t Alex then it would have been some other innocent teenage girl. She didn’t know why she was here or why the hell these people were testing on her. She only knew that she would probably be here for a very long time and things would probably get a lot worse as the time passed. She had been taken just after her 18th birthday, drugged and snatched away by masked men from her room late at night. When the drugs wore off and she awoken she had found herself in a metal room, suspended in the air in a spread eagle position, her limbs fitted in solid metal sockets that extended out from the walls. She could move her head around to some extent but her ability to speak was removed due to a large rubber ball gag stuck in her mouth. ...

Chapter 1 Alexei Iskakov had had a long night. Sometimes you bring in the head of a bounty, and the client gets pissy about a missing tooth. The resulting ’negotiation’ only got him 70% of the agreed price, and led to a long night of drinking and ranting at his favorite bartender. He kicked an adbot, blaring promos for “forbidden erotic services” out of his way, and climbed aboard the Tamerlan. ...

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: Two months into her training and Alice starts to learn more about deceit A combination of rain and sleet splattered against the windscreen as Katie drove both of them to work. Alice sat in the passenger seat, staring out of the window and reflecting on what had happened in the past two months since she’d gone into slavery. It had certainly been hectic, with a lot to learn. At times it had been painful, at times frustrating, but overall she knew that back on that Friday evening she’d made the right choice…………. made a good decision in her life. ...