Xi - Chapter 3 - "Damn you!" Poor Battery Bob and his variable speed motor... For several months he had been neglected - collecting dust in a bedside drawer. But that had changed. Burned out batteries lined the bottom of the bedroom wastebasket. For the past three days, much of Xi's free time had become focused on pleasuring herself. ("Masturbation" is such...
That morning, breakfast consisted of a hot cattle prod and a steel-toed boot to the gut. In your already-weakened state, this is enough to send you back to sleep again. You awaken to more darkness and an inexplicable inability to move. A rough, scratchy surface seems to be covering your face and head, and your arms are bound behind your back by a length of m...
The event centre was a strange place. A huge area that slowly over time expanded and opened new places of business. In the age of online it was doing what nowhere or no one else seemed willing to do, provide niche services a home to operate and things and experiences one could only get in person. It was located down at the marina, surrounded by the sea and s...
It was 4:30 AM on a Twosday*, it didn't get much worse than this... The girl who thought of herself as "Triangle Fistsmass-Yellow" had been on stakeout for thirteen 'days'*. They were running it with four six hour shifts but she'd been inside this parked civil-class chimera across the highway from the Cult hideout for the better part of three local...
Nothing starts me off right like a good meeting with a regular, this one in particular sitting in his fancy office, while I'm on my knees with my head buried in his lap, earning my keep the easy way. Mr. Greene is (or was, I don't keep track) a city councilman, slightly younger and cleaner-cut than my usual regulars, with a thing for watching women who aren'...
Hangover Cures at the Spa Author's Note: This story contains scenes of bisexual male and female sex, enemata, and fisting. If these are not your cup of tea please have my thanks for the interest and I'm sure you'll find the right story elsewhere on Lit. "Wow, they look awful!" Carmen thought to herself as the four people entered the Spa as a group. The...
Salt Peter, Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying & Hate Myself "King" George was told, by his advisors, that it was prudent to fund a study regarding teen pregnancy. He came to the conclusion that he would lend support exclusively to "abstinence only" approaches to the problem. The people were ecstatic. That's too strong a word. They were pleased. King George...
Quoted from TokhaarGol Void maiden CYOA: “Do not panic lumenus one, the blackness which surrounds you is not dangerous, you are not dead, far from it. As we speak your body is being remade to better accommodate your newfound powers. Your existence for the moment is… Complicated to explain. But do not worry you will be made corporal once again. Allow me to ex...
Sexslave Training Facility Inc. (STF) The goal of the STF is, that every single woman in all countries from age 18-45 are trained properly to obey men. The training is focused on wiping out shame and anxiety, so the girls can be naked, masturbate and fuck whenever told without being ashamed. The STF focuses on eradicating women in politics and replace them...
It seemed to Hailey that she had just fallen asleep, when the cage door clanged open and Nick's cheerful voice said, "Wakey, wakey slavey. You have a busy day today." A groggy Hailey was pulled out of the cage and taken to the bathroom. After a much needed pee and a humiliating enema, Hailey was in the shower - a cold, cold shower, followed by a brisk teeth...