CAUTION: This story is totally unlike most of what I write on this site. It is about slavery and abuse of women, but it might come to happen some day in a dystopian society. Hopefully, the circumstances described here will never be a fact of life in this country or anywhere else. "This one runs even slower than the last one," Ted shouted. "That's probab...
I admit, it's not easy being a breeder. I sometimes wonder what would happen to me once I am no longer able to perform. Acerva assures me that they have medicines and technology that will help me keep it up as I age and then, after that, I'm guaranteed a nice retired life. But every good thing must come to an end right? I am woken up with my cock engulfed b...
Chapter Four - Objection! Gillian Dixon's trial had been running for four days and Annabelle Creighton was steadily building her case. A succession of witnesses provided the jury with evidence that Gillian had the motive, the means, and the opportunity for her to murder Lord Edward Beaumont. It was alleged that she and Lord Edward were alone at the club an...
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...
Ho men, women, sluts, and base creatures who dwell in cities. I am Hendrix, outrider of the Alar. I must not be confused with Hendix, who had no R in his name and who was boiled alive while gloriously singing his own praises. My end will no doubt be equally stunning. But for now I live in open fields and sing the song of the sword. I ride headlong into dang...
Warning: The following contains racist language which some may find offensive. Do not read if this is likely to bother you. The story IS true however and took place between mutually consenting adults ************************************************** She was online. Something inside me stopped. Finally here was a chance. A chance to speak to her in spi...
Like an animal I followed the scent. It was strong on the still currents that night. I am an animal. I prey and I prey on humans, on their blood. I followed the small a mile from where it first took hold of me to a small chattel house nestled between two large trees. Stronger the smell was mixed with another, perspiration. Reaching the door I knew what wa...
The harsh white light of the interrogator's lamp dug into my eyes. As someone who spent most of his life hunched over a laptop screen -- ergonomics sounded like a problem for future Abby -- it wasn't quite as discomforting as the racist pukes from whatever government salad had decided to boot in the front door of my parent's house, throw around a bunch of of...
robert was adjusting to his new station on life sitting at the feet of Chloe his former girlfriend and current Mistress and Owner, being exhibited naked, collared, and leashed at the numerous munches she took him to, relishing each and every humiliation her creativity could dish out. Under her cruel and yet compassionate tutelage, he came to crave every meas...
Dear Shoeblossom: I go into Master Marv's room, worried because I know he's upset with me—I'm a bad slave, and deserve to be punished. I'm 28 and he's 56, and a City Alderman. I'm wearing my drop-seat pink Dr. Denton footie pajamas, and Gramps looks very displeased with me. "Nipper" he says, as I climb in his lap, "You've been touching yourself and havi...