This is a fantasy story of mature Indian Actress Hema Malini . If anyone doesn’t like the story then he/she is most welcome to leave or send me suggestions. I have planned to write this story in several parts. I’ll be waiting for suggestions from the readers. So please send your opinions via email. 1 After finishing Higher secondary exam Ramu realized tha...
This is the continuation of the story "How I became a Filthy Tranny Slave" where a young man who lives out his fantasy of dressings as a transvestite and being defiled is abducted Ch. 02: Tranny Slave Is Imprisoned When I woke up from my drug induced coma it took a few minutes to adjust and analyze my new setting. It feels like I had been out for days, pos...
It was a Friday afternoon and I was just strolling along, heading homeward. I’d been at a funeral that afternoon, a great-uncle of mine had recently deceased and I was duty bound to make an appearance. I had barely known the man, but when your mother says “You will be at the funeral, won’t you” a wise man knows the answer is yes. The reason I mention the fu...
On Tuesday morning at 8:20, Camilla was in the washroom of the office where she'd soon begin her first day as Mr. Miles Holland's personal secretary. In a tight-fitting brown wool-knit dress with the front zipper down to show off her bra-less cleavage, she was looking at herself in the mirror, carefully assessing her sexiness. In her usual whore-bright makeu...
CHAPTER I: SAINT & SINNER At the age of twelve Bess Scanlon was branded a whore and sent to the Sister’s of Mercy. Cast out in shame, the bloodless brides of Jesus branded her a temptress, never bound for heaven. Women who never glimpsed their wombs, who wilt the grass they walk upon and leech the light from the room, never took her into their hearts of sto...
Wake to the alarm and go to roll over but am caught by Fred. Look around and find am quite close to the edge so would have fallen to the floor again. He is chuckling since I am calling him things because he moved us so close to the edge of the bed. Alarm off we are into the shower and work on getting clean. Squeak when I am grabbed up and Fred pulls me up...
Ich war 18 und hatte Mist gebaut. Ein Mädchen aus ganz gutem Haus, mit blonden, gewellten, gut schulterlangen Haaren und blauen Augen, einem süßen Stupsnäschen in einem sehr hübschen Gesicht, einer Handvoll festem Busen, Wespentaille, einem knackigen Po und herrlich, langen, schlanken Beinen. Da ich Sport trieb war ich bei meiner Größe von 1,78 und 64 kg nic...
I am still bound, gagged, exposed in the middle of this room, head thrown back, eyes closed panting with desire for the finish of my orgasm that was so cruelly denied my. I lift me head up finally and glare at the Commander with pure hate, and though I know he will punish me later for this disrespect, at this moment I don't care for I am crazy with the need...
Authors Note: I would like to thank a generous soul who edited my mess. I learned a lot about punctuation in the process. Thank you kind sir! ***** I looked out over the pool to a pristine beach not one hundred steps below the chlorinated water. To the left, I saw trees and a stone fence, to the right, more palm trees and the same stone fence. Both fences...
"Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic." Her name was Blondie, after her beautiful golden fur. She was no ordinary dime store bear, she was from Germany. She had beautiful glass eyes and a tag in her ear that said "Stieff". So she assumed her name must be Blondie von Stieff. Obviously, she came from a royal background. Her mate was called Barne...