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Disclaimer: All sexual acts in this story were committed by people of eighteen years or older. Disclaimer: This story contains acts of depravity, rape and extreme violence against women. DON'T READ OR VOTE IF you're NOT INTO THAT. In a certain house on a certain street, in a certain suburb of a certain city, there lived a mother and son. The mother's name was Abigail Johnson and the son's name Ethan Johnson. Unfortunately, though for Ethan, Abigail was an exceptionally beautiful woman. She had the long flowing black hair of an Italian beauty. As well as a gorgeous perfectly proportioned hourglass...

Chapter one The finding of the slave It had been several months since anyone had ventured out of the kingdom in search of new slaves. But since the war had finally ended Princess Devania sought it upon herself to go out and find herself one. She searched town after town going through hundreds of young men but none of them peaked her interest. Then after weeks of searching just as she was about to give up she heard a small commotion coming from a near by jail she just had to check it out. And there in the court yard...

The stream of pre cum, translucent and shiny glistened in the sunshine as it hung from the tip of my very erect cock. Every now and then my over stimulated penis would jerk and a strand of pre cum would fling off falling to the ground. I was standing naked outside in the early morning sunshine in our secluded garden. I gently touched my cock again fearful of ejaculating and spoiling the moment. Another blob of pre cum gushed from my cock tip adding to the string of pearls already dangling there. Taking my finger I wrapped it around the precum...

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You both like ageplay. You: hi Stranger: Hello Stranger: Asl? You: 22 f boston Stranger: What ages do you like to play? You: 18-22 Stranger: Prefer closer to 18 :) You: ok Stranger: Any scenarios in mind? You: me at my 18th birthday party and my daddy (you) dresses up as a clown to surprise me Stranger: Hmmm... And then what happens? You: everyone else there leaves and we go to your room and have some fun for my birthday Stranger: What are your kinks and limits? You: daddy kinks and bdsm...

First and foremost let me apologize profusely for the unbelievably long wait between the previous chapter and this one. All I can offer by way of excuse is that life can be a cruel mistress indeed. Not long after I started working on this chapter, my computer crashed and took all of my work with It, because I am borderline computer illiterate and simple concepts such as anti virus and data back ups continually elude me. And seeing as I am still quite far from my ultimate goal of filthy, belligerently rich author / playboy, I only recently managed to scrape...

Chapter 11 Mistress Liz Michael and Molly and Milton Mistress Liz- D tells me that he wants to talk to me before I start. D- What the fuck is up with you? I know that you have been a little down so what gives? Liz- I think I am just going through the motions. What you need is a hard session. I know I just need to find the time and someone maybe a bottom boy that I can whip and fuck hard. I can’t do it with Michael maybe one of the new once. He tells me to take Milton...

Supper! Mitch yelled into the corral. He hated feeding on the weekends, just an hour wasted twice a day when the fish were biting. He trod into the pen carrying 2 buckets of feed as the heifers come around the corner of the barn. Two of them each stuck their heads into the bucket grabbing mouth fulls of grain. “Sure don't even wait for me to pour it into the bunks ya pigs” he muttered. He rested along the fence for a bit. There was a welcome cool breeze, and the birds were singing. A beautiful evening for sitting down at...

All holidays are tough but none of them hit quite as hard as Valentine's Day. That's when it really hits me that I'm alone. I couldn't get those words from my mom out of my head. It had been three years since my father died and, while it was certainly tough on me and my siblings, I believe that it was hardest on my mom. My parents had a great relationship. Of course, they fought with each other from time to time but it was always clear that they loved each other and they were both very supportive of each other...

This is a story of Blackmail, Exploitation and Control. If you are not interested, do not read it. She walked into her bedroom and set down her briefcase. She was finally able to let loose and relax; it had been a long day at the office. She untied her hair and waved through her silky brunette locks with her elegant fingers. The show was about to begin. She unbuttoned her grey coat and tossed it aside; revealing a white blouse that I was quite accustomed to seeing. She paused before unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse one by one. My heart...

Reed “HELP ME SOMEONE HELP PLEASE!!!” a young woman yelled as she was dragged in through the front door by a grinning Jackson. He had her by the neck of her collar as everyone in the bar type area laughed and grinned at the pitiful woman. She was attractive, with dyed blonde hair cut into a messy bob, and huge brown eyes. She was in some sort of uniform, but it was torn up so bad that nobody could make out for sure what it read. She panicked, looking around the room at everyone, hoping for someone to save her. But...