Torture

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 ;) ...

Author's Note: Story length 4600+ words. Pleased to receive comments or constructive criticism. Hope you like it. Ellie kicked off her shoes, stripped out of her work clothes and slipped into a dressing gown. She had just got home from work. Later she would have a shower but for the moment she just wanted to relax. It was Friday evening and she was looking forward to having a relaxing weekend. It had been a very busy day at work and she just wanted to switch off. Usually at weekends she would go out with friends but this weekend she was just going to ‘chill’ at home. ...

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. ...

Foresightful as I was, I had a small towel at hand as I removed Patrizia’s gag. It was a standard three inch ball gag. Defined by me as standard, that was, because I knew how Triz loathed huge gags. How they put unbearable strain to her jaw muscles. For ball gags – or ring gags not sitting too deep – three inches was the absolute limit she and her talented mouth could take. ...

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. ...

Sam Johnson stared at the letter in his hand: “Dear Mr. Johnson, How unfortunate that you felt the need to testify against Jimmy in the trial, despite our arrangement. I told you that if Jimmy was convicted, your family would pay the price. Well, this letter is to inform you of what that price will be. We currently have possession of a certain wife of yours named Sarah. You may have noticed she didn’t come home on time. We’re going to keep Sarah for as long as Jimmy is behind bars. According to the judge, that’ll be 16 years. Better hope he gets an early parole. If you go to the police with this, I can absolutely guarantee Sarah will never be seen again. See you in 16 years. Tony” ...

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: 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. ...

My name is Sean. When I was 18 we lived in a middle class home in a small town in Indiana. There are five of us my mother, my step-father, my 20 year old sister Sara, my 19 year old step sister Darcy and of course myself. Yes, my stepfather was an asshole. My Mom was nice enough. Sara attends the community college. She was very sweet, absolutely gorgeous, and was one of the most popular girls in high school. Her senior year she was even selected the homecoming queen. Darcy on the other hand was a freaky nasty bitch on her best day. It gave her great pleasure to make me as miserable as possible. She was tall, even a little taller than me at 5’9”. She wasn’t unattractive. It was just really hard to tell, because her style was so freakish. She would always dress in black accessorize with studded leather collars and bracelets, dark make-up and nail polish, an array of piercings and an assortment black wigs of varying lengths. A whole morbid-punk-goth sort of thing that fits right in with the group of freaks she hung out with. At home or at school we generally just tried to avoid each other. ...

Something had to be done about Dominique Steele, and Harry Nickles had to do it. As the CEO of MarketTech, Harry was responsible for controlling his vice president of sales. True, Dominique’s take-no-prisoners approach had not only kept Harry’s mid-sized software company alive, it had given MarketTech a respectable market share in an industry where the big dogs ruled and the little pups knocked each other out fighting over the table scraps. ...