This is an interactive version of my existing series of Freedom to Fuck stories, which can be found online pretty easily. In this Utopian vision of the future, women have no rights whatsoever and cannot say no to anything a man wants them to do. Advanced technology allows quick and simple body and mental modification, used by men to improve the women in thei...
Author's Note: Please be warned, this chapter does rachet up the bloodiness quite a bit. It is not gory in the traditional sense (you'll see why) but it does involve a stabbing or two. If that sort of thing bothers you, this very well might, too. * Footfalls echoed in my head like the steady clap of a factory press. I could not feel the ache on my soles,...
My life was not supposed to be like this. This was never the plan. Sitting here, isolated while people with faces pinched in concern and fear stare at me, prod me, ask me questions. No, this was not supposed to be Wendy Coughlin's fate. And yet, here I was. In many ways, this all began years before. I was looking towards my high school graduation and gettin...
Two weeks passed. I could not get the anger out of my mind. I could not shake a sense of shame, the only remedy for which was masturbation. I was angry with Julian. I was ashamed of what I had done with April. I was more ashamed of the knowledge that, given the chance, I would do it again. I had opted out of my psychology/ philosophy group. There were only...
Officer Married, whose nameplate told me was actually Officer Klein, roughly pulled me off the ground and tossed me into the backseat. Behind her, Officer Burly struggled off the pavement, long scratches still oozing blood down his face. I smirked and licked my fingers and nails clean of his gore as Klein went to him and guided him back to the cruiser. "Jus...
Author's Note: It is with great pleasure that I now present the final chapter in the story of dominique. her story has been told, and I know she will live on in the hearts of many. Keep an eye out, I will be commencing a new story soon. Hmmm. i was disoriented when i woke up, not sure of where i was in the almost pitch blackness. i lifted my head slightly a...
I woke the next morning, stiff, nauseous, and instantly in the grip of anxiety. Given the disorder of my bed and soaked then dried quality of my sheets, it seemed the Freedom had not gone quietly. However, as I took in deep gulps of air to calm myself, the intense need for sex, to fuck and be fucked, to humiliate myself and others did not come rolling back....
According to some Indian folk tales, Yakshi is a type of succubus. It waylaid unsuspecting men who happen to cross its path in guise of a beautiful woman and killed them by drinking their blood. A yakshi named Neeli had become a terror in a place called Vamanapuram. She killed around 1000 travellers in that manner. As the blood count started increasing the l...
Please note that all pronouns (he/she identifiers) are not meant to discriminate. Gender role reversal is applicable as it is no more impolite for a man to treat a woman disrespectfully as it is the other way around. * Being a writer on literotica comes with a single downfall to my reputation; those who discover my writing automatically think I'm an open...
Christa giggled a little as we walked through the store. "Everyone is staring at you," she whispered conspiratorially. "Are you sure?" I replied, arching my eyebrows and squeezed her shoulder, "Seems to me you're the one with the most to check out." She giggled again, "Well maybe it's both of us then." What was left unsaid was that the reason other shoppe...