Torture

Author's Note: I’ve made a few somewhat major adjustments to the story. Readers of the previous version mentioned that during the last few chapters it started to become a little difficult to tell who was who, with all the different characters inhabiting different bodies… so I tried to edit with that in mind. I also extended the “bondage scene” where I accidentally forgot to finish the scene before loading it last time. That will provide the breath play that a commenter noted wasn’t in the story last time. It’s in there now. I also made some revisions to the characters personalities and background. Hope old readers (if there are any) will enjoy the changes. And new readers won’t have to deal with the errors. ...

Author's Note: A story of how to beat unemployment and more besides… She parked her car a block away and walked the rest. Mentally she checked what she had on her; nothing that could give a clue to her real identity. But even so…you could not be too careful, she thought. As she looked down the street she saw some unsavoury youths hanging around. The neighbourhood was going down, fast. But that was not her concern. She looked at the familiar door and rang the bell. ...

Author's Note: A shy young woman, out of curiosity visits a fetish shop with life changing consequences. This was written as a stand-alone story but I realize that there is potential for a sequel. So I will wait to hear the comments of readers before continuing. Like any other writer I love to receive feedback, good or bad. So please dear reader do let me know what you think. I also welcome e-mails about my stories or any other subject at [email protected] . I will do my utmost to reply to everyone. ...

Author's Note: I’m on Deviant Art now, for anyone who wants to check me out over there. I think it’s deviantart.com. Just search for Trystl and I should come up. Aside from a few stories that aren’t posted here, I’ve also got some art to go with some of the stories… and a long list of nice favorite pix you might like. So check it out. 1 Eddy liked his job. He was the night security guard for Punicorp, “Pronounced pewn·ah·corp; not poon·ee·corp,” as his boss used to always tell him. There were other guards, stationed at other entrances, but he’d been with the company long enough that he’d secured the coveted front desk job, which meant that he didn’t have to do hourly rounds. His job was to sit at his desk alone, watching the empty rooms on the monitors and coordinating any issues with the other guards at their various stations. ...

Author's Note: The old truth applies: Be careful what you ask for… This is not (quite) a true story, but it is one that could happen and most parts of it has actually happened. It has the element of consent in it, but from the perspective that consent is given once and can’t then be withdrawn until terms have been met. Where the story references real events, names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent. ...

First Try Where do I begin? What do you say when someone you’ve loved your entire life does something like this? It’s crazy and mean and spiteful! I can’t believe she… I’m rambling, but… have to start somewhere. I only have so much time to get this done. I wish I could erase but I can’t. I wasn’t given an eraser. She told me not to cross anything out. I guess that’s part of the plan. I don’t know why. I wasn’t given much instruction. All I know is that I have to write this story about my life… and about my sister. ...

Kara Brandt paced nervously about her apartment, pine floors creaking under the restless rata-tat-tat of her heels. Living room, dining room, bedroom, kitchen, back to the living room. Sit down, pick up a magazine, read for ten seconds, up pacing again. She stopped herself from nibbling at her perfectly manicured nails. She almost convinced herself to run to the store for a pack of cigarettes - god she must be nervous - what was it, five years since the last time she had had a smoke? ...

Jeffrey Lyons was in a feverish state. This was not unusual. Jeffrey had been in a feverish state for most of the past six months. Ever since he had met Kara. After the events which were described in “Kara Pays Her Rent” had transpired, Jeffrey’s fever had increased several fold, to the point where it had taken over his life. It was insane. Fifty two years old, a relatively normal guy for most of those years, Jeffrey now spent almost all of his time either having sex or thinking about having sex. A heavenly state for a nineteen year old who didn’t have much else of interest to do or think about. For a serious middle-aged person like Jeffrey – a man with a life over brimming with interests, friends and responsibilities, not to mention a career that he, in the not very distant past, had thought of as infinitely rewarding and a good enough reason all by itself for being on this earth – the whole situation was positively off the fucking wall. And not likely to change. ...

Author's Note: It has been five long years since my last foray into releasing my work. I hope you enjoy this as there is a lot more I have been holding back. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated to help me hone my skills. Enjoy! _Update (2012/06/18):* Here are chapters 23 & 24. I hope these are well received as I have been trying to keep the story detailed without becoming boring. Please keep the feedback coming as it truly helps me to improve my stories. Love to hear the support as well. Hope you all are enjoying “Kari’s Journey” as much as I am writing it.* ...

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy! When Kate woke up she realized she was on a leather bench about 6 ft long, and she could feel duct tape around her ankles, thighs, stomach, and shoulders, holding her to the bench. She was completely naked. “Good you’re finally awake” a voice said behind Kate. As the woman walked in front of brooke she set a large roll of plastic wrap on the floor next to the bench. She recognized the woman from one of her classes at the university. She was wearing a shiny, skin tight, pink latex halter top with a skin tight, shiny, black latex skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks. She straddled Kate before sitting down on her hips. Kate stared up at her captor, as she ran her fingers over Kate’s lips and down her cleavage, giggling as she caressed her stomach. ...