This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other words, the Constitution...
My name is Kara. I am a 39 year old married mother of two kids, living in the Midwest. I have red hair with hazel eyes, an average build and perky 36C's! Some have described me as a MILF, and I can turn heads for sure! I've always had fantasies, and they've always been a bit restrained. I grew up in a conservative environment and I feel as if my sexuality wa...
She called in sick to work that morning, not because she was really sick but more because she just wanted an extended weekend and an extra day to lounge around and not deal with any responsibilities. She texted her husband half through the day to let him know that she wasn't feeling well and that she had stayed home. The husband decided to take off work earl...
Angel opened her eyes when she heard a chime and the lights in her cell brightened. Her body ached and she looked down to see the welts still visible from her punishment. She forced herself from the bed and padded over to use the toilet. Afterwards she brushed her teeth and then headed to the shower. Unlike yesterday, she was alone and turned the water on...
Eyes closed, nose pressed against the wall, James Martinez stood in the corner, sobbing. Tears streamed down his face, and his pants bunched at his ankles, a makeshift restraint. He thought about how he got here. His bottom blistered a glowing red, swollen, with a tinge of purplish tinted bruises, welts raised in perfect stripes from the tops of his cheeks t...
Demetrius was exhausted as every muscle in his body ached. Having been severely weakened by the endless assault and torture by the feathers, along with the dull ache in his balls with his cum locked inside desperate to get out for over a year now, he was weak as a kitten. Penelope and her servants ended up having to carry him to her secret palace, hiding him...
After my long and dull meeting ended I was eager to get away from the clichéd business speak and settle into a quiet bar stool for a slow gin and tonic. Maybe chase it with a beer. I took a walk several blocks from the convention center in hopes of not bumping into anyone I'd know and found a quaint little establishment that seemed perfect for what I was loo...
[This story will make more sense if you take the time to read the earlier instalments. There's a lot of severe discipline and a good deal of focus on all bodily functions, so if inclusion of those bothers you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.] Eleanor woke and started packing to travel to the capital for her reuniting with Annette, for no...
NOTE: This is Part 2 of a story sequence. You may wish to read “Danielle Submits” before reading this segment. Danielle lay quietly on the bed, heart racing at what she had overheard. “Did he really say something about an enema?” she thought to herself. Curling tighter into her fetal position she shivered at the thought of having to endure such a thing. “...
Dinner was excellent, the wine just right. The hotel room was very nicely appointed. But it was against the wall that he held her. Her dress pulled up so her legs easily wrapped around his waist. His left hand supported her butt. His right hand caressed her face and her hair as their lips kissed delicately yet deeply. Their tongues became familiar with one a...