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Uninhabited Island
The following story is fiction. Several years ago I posted an ad saying "I'd like to spend about a year on an uninhabited tropical island far away from civilization in the society of two beautiful slave-girls. The point is that they cannot seek help from anyone if I'd be too harsh on them; but I promise that their health'll not be harmed in the slightest. Of course, bruises and slight injuries are not counted as harm of health. We are not going to take any clothes or shoes for the...
Section: Stories | Appeared: 2011. 12. 04. 20:17 | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 |
The dark
i have followed the instructions, now i am here in the basement of a house i have never been before, as instructed. i am cold as i my dress is very light, considering the location. T-shirt and short skirt, no bra and no underwear, as instructed. i am kneeling with naked legs on the floor and barefoot, i can feel the floor is irregular concrete. Three steps from the door, as instructed. in distance i can hear the sound of a bell tolling nine time. i have therefore waited one hour, as...
Section: Stories | Appeared: 2011. 04. 15. 19:25 | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0
The chair
Synopsis: Jenny had built the chair for fun, but something went terribly wrong when she used it. Jenny had built the chair herself, from strong oak, and heavy metal brackets. The chair itself had taken her over three months to make. Hard wood is not so easy to cut when you’re just a female, with no real strength. But the hardest part was the seat, or almost a seat. The centre of the seat was a large circular hole, very much like an old commode. But there was no bucket under it....
Section: Stories | Appeared: 2009. 01. 14. 16:25 | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 |
sarah
this is a story about what happen to me and a friend a few years ago, when we were 17. Myself and my friend Jane had just got back to my house after a day at school. We had planned to work on our school project that afternoon. We walked into the living room, and we walked straight into a man with a ski mask. We both went to scream, but he pointed this gun at us and told us to be quite. he told us to kneal, and put out hands behind our heads. he asked us who we were, and also when the next...
Section: Stories | Appeared: 2008. 11. 30. 13:05 | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 |
Weekend at the Andersons
Chapter 1 Traffic had been a madhouse and Kevin Hamm walked into the offices of Trans-Electron at precisely 4 minutes after 9 in the morning. “Damn!” Kevin muttered, straighten his jacket, and thought to himself, “Almost on time anyway...even with landing that account, I can’t afford be late! I’m sure Ms Anderson is aching for an excuse to give me a hard time again.” Ms Helen Anderson looked across a large beautifully finished mahogany desk and through the partially opened blind drawn window...
Section: Stories | Appeared: 2008. 09. 17. 00:55 | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 |
Not a Word
Disclaimer: The lyrics included in this story were modified from the original song Closer by Nine Inch Nails and are not the intellectual property of the author. Happy reading. :-) *** “Um love, could you lend me a hand in here?” He walked into the bedroom frowning slightly at the darkness that covered the room but for the beam of light radiating through the thin crack of the bathroom door. “Is everything ok?” he asked suddenly feeling a little worried as he walked up to knock...
Section: Stories | Appeared: 2008. 07. 26. 17:40 | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0
strapon with him...
We agreed to this, now he was going to see it through. I knew he was loving it really. I reached between his legs, past his balls and grabbed his cock. Yeah, he was loving it. That cock was fit to burst. The only reason he wanted me to stop was so he could fuck me. I drew back my arm again and cracked his ass hard with the paddle. The resounding slap was music to my ears. The skin was starting to turn a really dark red, the kind that doesn’t fade after an hour. I continued the assault on...
Section: Stories | Appeared: 2008. 07. 11. 16:02 | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 |