Chapter 2: Day One - Morning I was awakened at 6am by the little clock on the side of my bed. It didn't buzz or play music. Instead it repeated over and over, "Get up cunt." There was no snooze button. No way to ignore its command to me. No way for me to believe this had been a little girlish fantasy dream I was just awakening from. Instead, 'eyes wide ope...
Country Girl Day One Morning I was awakened at 6am by the little clock on the side of my bed. It didn't buzz or play music. Instead it repeated over and over," Get up cunt." There was no snooze button. No way to ignore its command to me. No way for me to believe this had been a little girlish fantasy dream I was just awakening from. Instead, 'eyes wide o...
Love. It's a funny thing isn't it? I mean, everyone wants it and it has the power to bring happiness into the life of even the most downtrodden among us. The flip side of the same coin is that loss of love has the power to plunge the happiest, most influential person deeply into despair. I am an example of neither. I am an ordinary teenager and I've never b...
It was in the midmorning break. I was spending my summer holidays working in a crappy local factory, earning some money to see me through college which I was starting in a few months time. Me and a couple of the other young guys were sitting around one of the machine, drinking tea and eating our sandwiches and chatting – mostly moaning about the sheer boredo...
The Play Is The Thing 1 Cordville Occupational College is known for business, computer, and secretarial classes, a decent sports program, and even a fair automotive department, but not drama. I was one of about twenty students, ironically there were twelve boys and only eight girls in the program. I soon became the second in command, behind Roxy Hart, the 5...
I discovered that my eyes were closed. For some reason I could not bear to look at those men cumming on me. I just sat like a marble statue with clenched teeth. At one point the attack on my left breast stopped. I opened my eyes again. The first thing that caught my eyes was the live display. They were focused entirely on my chest and it looked like I was w...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan December 2012 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story...
Authoress's notes: This story takes place very soon after the end of the Second Galactic Civil War. It is a prequel to Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. Thanks to meathead96 for editing this entire story for me. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 ZERO Chapter 7 of 8 A few days after realizing that she is SX-51472. . . "Hi Chief," Seventy-Two said with a...
Ted Kord wasn't a superhero anymore. And his life had never been better. He'd had a good time as the Blue Beetle. Made some good friends, went on some adventures, actually accomplished one or two good deeds. Hadn't been raped, or brain-washed into an evil assassin, or killed and been brought back to life with a robot arm (Booster would've liked that). He'd...
~ The Gloves Come Off ~ I made my move at the gym on Saturday afternoon. Ordinarily, I wore a tee shirt and stretch pants to cover my usual bruises from a Friday evening's shellacking. This time I wore a sleeveless leotard and shorts. I went to work out on a Stairmaster as I waited for an acquaintance from work named Tyrrell to make an appearance. I knew h...