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...
You are Naomi Haruno, a drop-dead gorgeous schoolgirl at the age of 18. You have long, beautifully flowing pink hair, and cute, bright blue eyes. Your physique is trim and lightly toned, with curvy hips and a perky rump, as well as plump D-cup breasts. You wake up in the morning on a Friday. Slowly, you open your bleary eyes to the sight of sunlight streamin...
After about a month of being dressed up and acting as a female, trying out all the different outfits we had purchased and Shelley feeding her strap on cock to my willing mouth and ass every chance she got. My ass and mouth was now well and truly broken in. Shelley came home one arvo with a flyer advertising a special night club, which was dedicated to party...
It was a Thursday evening. Dinner was finished and My loving wife and slave was putting the last of the dishes away while I sat in the porch swing, reading a magazine article on the newest screenshots and news for Gran Turismo 4 while enjoying the final hour of daylight. I became so involved in the article that I did not notice the cessation of clinking soun...
You are walking towards the food court of a local shopping mall. You have a bag from a department store, filled with some new clothes that you picked out for the summer. You decided to go alone this time, even though you and your friends won’t be seeing each other as often after graduation. You tag some of them in a pic of your haul that you post on social m...
Authors Note: Everyone in this story is 18 or older. **** The Edgemont Finishing School For Troubled Young Ladies. The name told you nearly everything you needed to know about the place, although those words did a lot of work to hide just how tough the school was known for being. Edgemont School, as most people called it, had gained a reputation for turning...
Balthazar and Grace Harper had everything a luxury west-end appartment. A nice cottage at the countryside. Cars and horses. Both were brought up the traditional upper class way with nanny, broading school, elite university and so on. They meet at university fooled around some time broke up re-united when it dawned to them that each other would be a social ac...
It all started last autumn. I was renting a flat in London, a small bedsit over a row of rundown shops where the smell from countless restaurants hung in the air like stale cigarette smoke. I'd been unemployed for nearly a year and if it wasn't for the council paying my landlord every month I'd have been sleeping out in the park with all the other drunks and...
You come home from work, opening the door to see me lying on the bed, my white stockinged legs crossed and in the air as I study the book in front of me. I'm on my stomach, deep in thought, my short plaid skirt almost exposing my ass, a mostly unbuttoned white shirt giving you a clear view of my breasts. Your brow raises slightly as you stand in the doorway,...
Young agent Hal Johnson followed his older partner, Tom Rapp, into the interrogation room at Headquarters. The room was secure and soundproofed and pretty much featureless, except for the surveillance cameras, the observation mirror, and a single table with two chairs. Sitting in one of the chairs was a beautiful Asian girl dressed in a school uniform: white...