Our story so far I agreed to become a slave immigrant and the company which secretly recovered my brain when I died has transported me off planet to the star system Free Skies. I am on the planet Free Skyes 4, an Earth-like planet with tons of better technology. The Company owns a hotel complex called the Boom-Boom Room which borders with the Space Port of C...
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes Of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills. Warnings: Slash, BDSM, Non-con/reluctance, Out Of Character Rating: FRAO Summary: Those hot summer nights can make a man do crazy things. * Chapter 1 He sat at his desk, the stifling heat of the humid summer night had him covered in sweat ten minutes after the ancie...
My name is Muriel Norseman. I'm a six-foot-tall, alabaster-skinned and blonde-haired White woman living in the City of Atlas, Georgia. I'm the first White person ( and the first ever White woman ) elected mayor of this City in nearly forty years.. Atlas is a Southern City with a large African-American population. For decades since the 1960s, only Black men a...
CAUTION: This story is totally unlike most of what I write on this site. It is about slavery and abuse of women, but it might come to happen some day in a dystopian society. Hopefully, the circumstances described here will never be a fact of life in this country or anywhere else. "This one runs even slower than the last one," Ted shouted. "That's probab...
"It's just not a good time, right now Dutch." Lymie tried to smile professionally at Dutch Diesel, her roommate and occasional you-know-what. Lymie looked very professional, though her boobs did push out the angora sweater to flattering proportions. Lymie was Head of Public Administration here in Buttermilk Falls, and had her own secretary, even now that a...
I stride purposefully through my courtyard, past the whipping posts and chains, whilst you wriggle and protest, naked and slung over my shoulder as carelessly as a sack of corn. We enter through marble ornate columns and I call for my housekeeper. "Aelia! Aelia! Get your useless skinny arse out here; I want you to meet someone." I put you down and hold...
CAUTION: This story is nothing like my usual tale of mutual sexual pleasure among happily consenting adults. It is the story of the abuse of an innocent young woman by her cruel abductors and, if this kind of thing bothers you, you are perfectly normal, but might be well advised to read no further. On Monday morning, Cynthia and Melissa Raleigh reclined on...
You know, people talk about banned implements all the time. Implements that they would never allow used on them or even implements that some say they would never use. For whatever reason. Bad experiences in the past or just an overwhelming fear. I once had that mindset, particularly about a leather strap and also a cane. The strap from the memory of it havin...
Chapter 14 - Jason's second punishment As the semester progressed, Cecilia quietly tightened her control over Jason. In some ways she wanted to change him, especially how he appeared and what he did in public. She wanted him to become conservative in his appearance instead of "trendy", to look dignified and not look like a kid. By the middle of October it a...
Faithful to Gina's command, I bowed. Naked, arms and knees spread, ass arched in presentation, immobile as an ice sculpture but for shallow, shivering breaths I could not quiet, I kissed Anna's floor. The chilled chain hooked to my bound testicles ran up though my buttocks and slithered down the supplicant bend of my spine. I did not dare look up, not even t...