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...
Martin was sore and groaning the entire day after his spiritual and sexual experience with Krysella. Even for a person as manifestly virile as him, it was difficult to force his straining body and muddled mind to do little else but slink his way to his room and collapse into a deep, sticky sleep. When he awoke, he was as tired as he'd been when he'd left the...
AUTHOR'S NOTE Thanks for reading this, and for putting the "H" on the previous submission. Hope you enjoy. Edited by Redscaledknight, a gentleman of worth. Consultation by LibraLady4U. Two Years Later Was this who she was? Jenny Stirling's chest was bare, her breasts pointed like soft little pyramids, coy smile playing on her lips. She dipped the cotto...
Please note that this story is rather extreme, and has elements of forced bi, painplay, etc. If that isn't your sort of thing, this won't be your sort of story. I'm also dropping you in the middle of the tale, as there are a few, much shorter, previous chapters. However, this installment should stand on its own. Constructive criticism is welcome, but I wri...
Author's note: This is the eighth chapter I never thought I'd write. Well: It's the seventh chapter I never thought I'd write, and the eighth chapter, which I never thought I'd write. It depends how you like to parse your sentences. It resolves the world, and ends Sable's story in it. Not her story, mind. Just her story in this world. If you haven't rea...
Author's Note: This is part seven of my ongoing epic. This is the start of the strip club arc! The strip club arc is where stuff really starts to take off. Expect lots of fun sexy hijinx ahead. Warning: this chapter is rated a lustier-than-normal R and includes, in part, boobs, easily distractible narrators, jiggling tits, lascivious bisexual besties, grea...
Joe grunted non-committedly at my introduction. The angry look on his face dissipated somewhat and he gave me a little smirk, which on him passed for a smile. "It's Sunday and Mum's cookin' a big dinner. You'd better come. She'll be pissed to know you were here and didn't stop in." I hesitated. I hadn't been to Sunday night supper at my parents' in a long t...
Damien shut the front door of the house behind him, pausing in the entryway to listen for a moment. He smiled, satisfied to himself at the silence by which he was meant. He set the mail, mostly bills, as usual, on the table next to the front door and ran up the stairs two at a time, loosening his tie and shrugging off his jacket as he walked into the Master...
He stood in the damp sand, watching as the ocean tides rolled in and lapped at his bare feet. He wiggled his toes, fascinated by the way the sand grated softly against his damp skin. He looked up and out into the horizon, smiling brightly as he breathed in the fresh, salty air. The sun was rising and it painted the sky with beautiful shades of orange and vio...
Bill wanted to check his messages so he booted up his laptop and carried it around the condo but couldn't get a signal. He finally got one when he went out onto the balcony and picked up somebody's Wi-Fi so he could access the net. It connected and there was no password needed but the connection was so slow he left his computer on the table to download his e...