Content: Mostly F/m but some m/m in the last chapter. ***** Chapter 1 – Enslaving their boyfriends Daphne pulled her car into the parking space and marvelled at the Gynarchic Alliance male processing facility that occupied the square mile of countryside. Ones just like it had been built all over the world. Gina, her best friend since they had started toge...
*A repost of an old romance story with a fresh edit.* ****** Sam enjoyed the landscape of Sherry’s body, as the shower rained on her pink hills and valleys. His fingers slid from her satisfied clitoris to splash in her belly button pond. Wrapping his arms just under her breasts, he hugged her, and whispered, “You're beautiful." In the quiet afterglow,...
The Marketplace Series is a series of books by author Laura Antoniou that deal with a secret society of slaves, slave traders, slave trainers and slave masters around the world. For those of you interested in real life sexual slavery, it is the series for you. The first book in The Marketplace Series is titled, surprisingly enough, The Marketplace. It intro...
"Do you want to fuck or are you still crushing on me?" Certainly I was staring at Carmencita, staring at her body. Indeed, I had lingering feelings for her even after she had rebutted me. And under normal circumstances, I might well have been staring, or frequently looking her way. No amount of grief could change that she was in every inch and fibr...
Ms Donnel had always been a hip college teacher. She wore clothes with black sharp corners and shiny metal buttons. English and theater was her teaching staple. Her true passion was in opening our minds to new information and experiences. Once in theatre class, she guided us through a yoga session. Mind you, this was at a time, when nobody really knew what...
I hope Mark reads this. I can't think of another way to get in contact. It's been twenty-two years, and while my life has been good on all accounts, it's hard not knowing what happened to the people who shared a very crucial part of my life. Please don't think of me as a mousy little thing sighing over loves lost, because I am not. I'm a very good wife and m...
Feminazi key holder. "Starting bids at $1 to purchase this man?" That question was the beginning of the end of my life as a free man. I had fallen foul of the new debtor laws. Essentially we had returned to Roman style indentured servitude when made bankrupt. Your debt was sold to the highest bidder and you were their legal property for life. "I bid $1",...
A story set in the Gynarchic Alliance ***** Charles looked himself over in the mirror that stood in the corner of his pleasant quarters -- his cell, really. The Gynarchic Alliance had taken the body of a portly professor and turned it into the well-proportioned one of his dreams -- even his high-tech slave collar was straight out of his fantasies. He looke...
Manville and Lindstrom lay on two lab tables inside a laboratory. Both were nude. Neither was restrained because they were unconscious. A large bald man in a lab coat looked pleased with himself. The man called himself Socrates Prometheus, after the Greek philosopher and the Greek god who supposedly created man from clay. Prometheus had observed the seap...
As Dr. Perry awaited her newest patient she reflected on how far her practice had come in the last twenty-two years, and especially the last sixteen when she began her current specialization. Like many in her profession, Dr. Elizabeth Perry, or Liz, had gotten into the field of psychology, in part, to better understand her own inner demons. Liz had had a d...