based on Gorean fiction by John Norman The girl sagged sobbing in her chains. Her bark-cloth skirt had been torn from her and stuffed into her mouth as a gag. She was naked but for her belt collar and brands. Her formerly long and glossy brown hair had been crudely sheared short to her scalp. Her sweaty body trembled against the dance pole. All of the ho...
Helen had to be quick at finding excuses. It was something she had always been good at and her explanation for the theft of her bag and why she had taken to her bed early that evening matched the questions that Jack wanted to know. The theft was a quick snatch on her way to university that left her feeling depressed, and going home to bed was her way of forg...
"I remember you. You're the girlfriend," Jon slurred drunkenly from the couch when Samantha appeared silently in the doorway of the living room and removed her sunglasses. Sam just nodded. They were in his shitty rundown apartment in a particularly seedy downtown neighborhood. He didn't wonder how or why she'd gotten there or why she was wearing a platinum b...
This story will contain elements of non-consent, BDSM, fantasy/sci-fi anal/oral and forced sexual activity. If this is not your thing, then feel free to move on to another story. Enjoy. Feedback is appreciated. The pain in her shoulders woke her. She still hung with her hands bound above her head, but instead of being cold, she was warm. She could hear th...
This story contains: MF, fantasy, furry. This story is copyright 1998 by Pulp Fan; you can contact me at the email address in my profile. I originally wrote and submitted this piece to an erotic story site (the now defunct "Lust So Stories") under the name Mr. "E", to distinguish it from the pulp pastiches I'd written to that point. Since I've never used Mr...
Authors Note: This story is for the April Fool's day contest, 2017. I hope you enjoy. Thank you to Paul, who volunteered to proofread for me. This will be the first of a series along this theme so I hope you enjoy and follow the story line in the future. ~ellie * The Fool : Prologue: April 25th, 2011. Sinclair Mansvelt straightened his tie and walked towa...
Tony walked into the office of his processor "Hello Mandleson. Just bringing up your file here. Born in ninety two on March seventh." She read off as Tony sat down not looking at her, she adjusted her glasses and brushed her long hair from her face "Oh your birthday was three days ago. Hope you had fun." She noted "I stole a grenade...
You are a high end programming lead at a massive technology company that provides entertainment media to the buying public. You are tasked with cleaning up the programming code on a new headset remote control. State of the art tech has gone into this thing, allowing voice control, and it can detect eye movements and some mental suggestion. It isn’t in your m...
Leaving the hospital with Trey, Megan ran the instructions from her employer over in her mind. “I need to stop at the trailer and grab some clothes for tomorrow.” Trey stated. “Ok.” Megan responded, tossing him her car keys. “You feel like driving?” “Sure.” Trey replied, catching the keys against his chest. “Sure, you trust me?” “No, but I’m tired so I’l...
LXXVISick and SoreEugenie2102 For all her life until now and especially after having travelled south to London, Eugenie had lived in fear and dread of gangs and most especially gang members. Wasn't gang culture just one of the many reasons why everything was shit these days? Rape, violence, theft and murder: no one could pretend there was anything virtuous...