Wendy woke up the next morning. Her blonde hair was in disarray. While going through her usual morning routine, she tried recalling the details of last night's dream but had difficulty doing so. All she could remember were vague images of herself and Sarah holding hands and dancing together in some strange place. Unexpectedly, her attempts at recalling the d...
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Turning the key in the lock on Ella's door, I walked in, only to see her on the bed, speaking with another girl. This girl had a short, cropped, black haircut, and matching black eyes. Her skin was pale white, like mine, and her smile was bright crimson. She wore... nothing, and neither did Ella. Then, I forgot. It was Skin-Saturday. Ella made a quick glanc...
"I see Lauren." "Where?" "To your left. She's sitting at the red sofa with Melanie." "Melanie is friends with Lauren too?!" Wendy was a bit shocked. With one arm draped around Wendy's shoulder, Sarah gave the corner of Wendy's glossy lavender lips a kiss, then whispered into her ear, "Wendy, now is your best chance to seduce Lauren." Wendy looked at the...
It took several days for the piercings to stop hurting, and even after that they itched like crazy. Morning, noon and evening Jen would bathe the affected areas with antiseptic and she made sure her personal hygiene was meticulous but, even so, her vaginal lips were sore and inflamed and walking was a real trial. Each evening, she was brought before Wendy wh...
Chapter 5 - Haustier 'Where are you going?' I asked in surprise. Beatrice and Tina were so excited, packing then unpacking, rearranging, choosing clothes then discarding them. Basically all the things girls do when preparing for a vacation: 'Marjorca' they said in unison. Memories of my own holiday in Majorca flooded back and I lost myself for a while in...
Back in her old room, Jen lay on the bed in the dark feeling sick; it was as if there was a huge gap where her stomach used to be, an aching void. It wasn't the locked door, the pitch darkness or the lack of control that bothered her, it was the powerful emotions that churned within her; she felt nauseous, she felt dizzy, she felt as if she were falling into...
Wendy sighed. The 38-year-old researcher loved her work, but there were a few drawbacks. Because the experiments were so dangerous, the lab was isolated from the world at large. The small house next to it was supplied with food by the company, one delivery every six months. And until recently, when she was off duty Wendy had been entirely alone, with just a...
Bright lights shined on Madelynn's unblinking, glazed eyes. An explosion of kaleidoscopic colors followed. Hundreds of multicolored sparkles swirled counter-clockwise in rapidly accelerating speed. A set of flexible metallic bra and panties, a web of micro suction cups attached to robotic tentacles, and myriad sensory stimulators composed mainly of worm-like...
Parp.... Parp.... Parp.... The siren, or hooter, or whatever it was that was making that appalling racket was set to deafening and with each bleat of the siren the room lights flashed on. Jen rolled over, squinting at the bright light as she woke up. Blearily she looked around until, with a sickening thud, it all came back. This wasn't a dream, this was real...