The website looked like one of those creepypasta threads. Black background, white text. It came when people were at their lowest, an icon on your desktop that simply read **** or Justice or whatever you wanted most at the moment. The icon above it a spiral seemingly made of stone, diving deeper and deeper, without end. Upon clicking on the icon, they were br...
CAUTION: This story is nothing like my usual tale of mutual sexual pleasure among happily consenting adults. It is the story of the abuse of an innocent young woman by her cruel abductors and, if this kind of thing bothers you, you are perfectly normal, but might be well advised to read no further. On Monday morning, Cynthia and Melissa Raleigh reclined on...
Sarah thought she had the easiest job on the farm. All she had to do was to keep the owner's house clean, and stay out of the barn. Sarah was 19, and being a college freshman, she was happy to find the easy job. The pay was outstanding, making enough to keep her book costs down to nothing, and still being able to buy some new clothes every so often. Sure, sh...
Sarah and the rest of the cheerleaders at Ponygirl University were special. They were the best of the best in the school, when it came to being proper show ponies. But not everything at Ponygirl University was as it seemed. Soon, the new freshman class would learn just what life was like at the University. Jennifer and her friends got off the Ponygirl Unive...
CAUTION: This story is nothing at all like the happy sex romps that I usualy write. The young woman doesn't feel too unhappy now, but things may get a lot worse for her. Madame Top Hat, as she was known to her associates, happily watched the new ponygirl in training as she strutted on the treadmill. The trainee was tall and young and beautiful, with chestn...
This is the latest story of Strider and her friends, who are university students during the week, and go to The Pony Farm on Saturdays to take on the persona of ponygirls. More background and information can be found in the previous stories in the series, especially the first one. * As she did on most Saturdays, Buffy drove to The Pony Farm, accompanied b...
"Sarah, you know I love you, and want to spend my life with you." Sarah and Jim cuddled in each others arms. Sarah, having turned 18 the day before, was dressed in her boyfriend's favorite outfit, her cheerleading uniform. She had her hair in a ponytail, and was laying her head up against his shoulder, as he reached over and cupped her C cup breasts and rub...
Author's note: This story is mainly a description of what it might be like to be a ponygirl slave, for which purposes it is set in a vague dystopian world in which ponygirl slaves are objects of use, and not selves to be cared for. There has been a conscious attempt to cover all aspects of such a life, including those that I would have been inclined to shy a...
Twenty-two-year-old Noomi had lived a privileged life in her father's Londinium townhouse on Altruvia, but ever since capture by the humans of Canberra, she had been a sex slave. Her job was to please her master. This meant showing off her body like a whore every time he drove her into town in front of his ponycart. Noomi's pussy was bare and depilated, but...
Sarah smiled as she looked down on her best friend and roommate Emily. Sarah had tied Emily to their shared bed and had put a nice purple ball gag into her mouth, before going to work on her smooth pussy with their favorite toy vibrator. Emily had, of course, played her part and squirmed and moaned as her passion built at the tormenting hands and vibrating p...