Authors note- this story includes non-consensual, rough, and coerced sex. As well as straight and bi-sexual sex, crossdressing, and humiliation. ********** Wendy wore the shortest skirt she owned. A blue, pleated thing that stopped a few inches short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for valentines a couple years ago, an...
Author's notes: Thank you again for reading. Your feedback has been welcome and greatly appreciated. This is the fifth of six chapters. Any medical and/or legal details in this story should not be considered factual. ** Mac woke to the buzzing of his alarm clock, and for a brief moment was surprised to find a warm body pressed against him. The disorient...
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. I've been doing a little winter cleaning. Anyway, so I found this story that's been on my hard-drive gathering dust. It had set there so long, that I had just about given up on it, but thankfully, Vickie Tern was kind enough to come over and help me clean i...
The doorbell rang and my heart galloped, as it always did whenever the bell rang. If I kept totally focused on what Mistress wanted, everything was usually okay. However, unforeseen events, like doorbells for instance, almost always spelled trouble. I hurried to find my Mistress and curtsied automatically as I entered her room. "Mistress, there is someone...
"So, Miss Andrews, you've toured our facility and talked to all of our employees. Do you have any other questions?" Jake Brighton asked the young reporter seated in front of him. Jessica Lynn Andrews thought for a moment. She had been assigned by the local newspaper to write a story about Humilk Industries, a local business specializing in producing human b...
Author's note: I am recovering from repeated surgeries on both arms to correct a degenerative nerve condition. In order to write this, I am using a voice to text software which isn't always as accurate as I would like it to be. As my recovery time may take years, I have decided to continue writing and give my best effort at doing the thing I love. Please, if...
Most of the time, James seemed to like to describe his little inventions, taunting her as he prepared whatever new diabolical thing he had prepared, but not now. He'd just stripped her out of the fetish maid outfit, disengaged her chastity belt (she'd gasped as its stubby dildo popped out of her, followed by an embarrassing dribble of her own wetness), and d...
Renée stood nervously in front of Betty Johnson’s desk. She self consciously kept attempting to flatten out the wrinkles in her nursing uniform and picking off pieces of lint that she sworn hadn’t been there when she left her room. Renée had only been in the nursing program at the university for a little over a year and up to this point had been doing quite...
Thank you to my friends 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan' for their editing skills. They make my stories a much better read. Chapter 1 What's going on? Here I am out running. I'm not a runner but I have to do something to get my mind off Breann. I made a mistake, a big mistake. I cheated on her and now she knows. God, I love her so much. Why was I so fucking stu...
Chapter 10 - An evening with Pledge Kathleen The 19 women, with President Alexandra setting the pace and calling cadence, ran in towards the university in military formation. She sang in a manner very familiar to anyone who had ever undergone military training, with her 18 followers clapping and chanting after her: "Left...right...left-right-left!" "Left....