Chapter 4 – Caged Confined to her cell, Melissa's emotions flooded to the surface. She paced the length of the cell to the wall, then back towards the locked door. She grabbed the inner bars and futilely shook them as if that was going to bring her closer to freedom. "I don't believe this" – thought Melissa – "How can they just take my life away from me l...
I decided to take my girlfriend to one of those wild fetish clubs. She had never been to one before but wanted to check one out. Shrilia, my girlfriend, is a very pretty girl from India. She's 5'6" and weighs about 105 lbs and has long dark brown hair that she keeps in a braid. She was excited about going and wanted to get a new outfit for the occasion. "I...
Valentina left her bedroom moments after watching Misty enter hers. Daybreak was approaching and she was ravenous. She made her way to the elevator and punched the button for the lowest level, three floors underground, her Temple. No one living today would recognize it, but if through some miracle of time travel an Aztec priest were to visit today, he would...
Lissane came home from another day of tiring work. She worked in a place worse than hooters, men could be shameless. Though, she felt no sexual attraction to them she didn't dislike them. The blonde kicked of her shoes before walking down a carpeted hall towards her room. "I'm home.." she said, though she lived with none but a spoiled white-haired cat named...
"Okay, ladies, "Melissa announced, "I'm going to chain you together head to tail for one hour. Think you can handle it?" The dares had been escalating and Melissa had just been released from almost two hours locked inside a wooden trunk and she was ready for her revenge. She had spent the last hour begging her flat mates to let her out, but she was now stan...
My name is Richard Schwartz and I am married to Ellen Schwartz. We have been married for three years. Currently I am being held prisoner by Farc rebels deep in the Colombian jungle. I am being held with the wife of my best friend Amy Wallace. My wife and Ellen's husband Jeff are being held out of our view on the other side of this rebel camp This journal is...
Kevin woke up with his head swimming. Kevin...or was he Kevin any more? Was he just Allyson? He looked down at himself and saw his name badge and decided that for now he should just think of himself as Allyson. Think of herself as Allyson. Oh it was just too confusing. As he started to come to terms with what was happening he saw the door of the jail buildin...
"Hi sweetie, how was your day?" My wife, Patricia, greeted me at the door with a smile, and not much else. She had panties on. "Good, but I'm tired. It's been a long week." Patricia let me put my shoulder bag down before she took me in her arms and kissed me. I held her in my arms for a while before I heard her say, "Richard's coming over tonight." Great...
This series of stories are intended as the masturbatorial fantasies of the unnamed character from the first chapter. That character's erotic inclinations are towards adult women (even when they are called slave girls). No persons under 18 years old are involved in these fantasies. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Having just finished a chapter about half way through...
Beneath the abandoned underground parking lot that has become, ironically, the XHouse there is another underground. It's a migratory station along the pathways for darker perversities that are constantly on the move, always "traveling elsewhere". Beneath the pseudo-raves, the gyrating lights, the hallucinatory ambiguities of party – other things go down. Go...