Mistress Kathy's Academy of Domination and Submission Chapter 5 There were about thirty armored women staring at Adam. Their midriff-bearing armor was designed more for vanity than for functionality, but the swords in the scabbards were real. Most of the women were seated at wooden tables while their food was being served. A few slaves of both sexes nerv...
Ch 2 – Continuing the takeover (Rhonen) At the urging of some readers, I've decided to write a sequel to the original story. Please feel free to comment on the story, and reply to me about your thoughts. I would love to correspond with you about what you liked or didn't like. Years before, a few survivors of a dying planet had sent out scouts to find a pla...
Elaine's heart quickened as she approached the group of men before her. She could hear their laughter and feel their eyes raking over her. Normally she would have stopped and chatted, returned the favour and got their hearts racing instead but today she had better places to be. She had received a message telling her her ship was loaded and ready to depart....
Corporal Job frowned as he watched the update on the vidscreen mounted to the wall of the general's private quarters. The news from the Kuiper asteroid belt wasn't good, as usual. The Drinkers had developed a new weapons array, as usual. Many lives had been lost in the initial assault near Neptune, as usual. But scientists were busy at work on new defense st...
(This story is dedicated to Lady S, to whom I am enslaved. It is about extortion, blackmail, money slavery, forced-bi, unsafe sex, and should be viewed as fantasy. I am flameproof, don't need foolish, anonymous public comments, but if you want to email me with comments, I will respond. Hope you enjoy.) The windshield wipers squeaked as he got on the Saw Mil...
Hello, there. My name is Peterson Harris. I'm a big and tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, dark-skinned man of African-American descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I am an accountant who owns a small firm in nearby Brighton. I also teach automated accounting at the University of Massachusetts ( Boston Campus ) part-time. It's a refreshing...
She must be so sick of that damned tube. So sick. The problem is, she's here pretty much permanently... Her belly is huge now, so is her butt. She pretty much always having something forced down her throat, so i guess its the cost of doing business. I just wish she'd been smart enough to negotiate a different deal. It's my fault really. I forced her int...
This is quite different to my normal content, so please read the content warnings. I fully understand if this is not your thing, but I hope it's enjoyable to those who read on. Contains: male on futa, a futa woman with horns (i.e. a holstaur), breast milking, and some orgasm control. "Sorry to keep you waiting," Jake said, closing the door behind him. "...
Peering out of the shower cubicle Bridget made sure the changing room was clear, not wanting to be caught naked by the maintenance men. That's all she needed was for rude jokes to go round the company about the 'new girl'. Not that she was ashamed of her figure. It was usual for men to give her a second glance but where she came from habits were a little old...
I originally started this story for myself and organized it as a simple linear series of dated entries. If this were a printed book, the dated entries would be chapters. I told a friend I'd been dabbling in writing and she asked to see it. She suggested should try to publish it. Since I'd been inspired to write from reading Literotica, I decided to publish...