Author's Note: When I began this series I had intended it to be a three chapter series because I thought that would cover the weekend but I have realized I will now have to add a fourth chapter later. To understand this series better it is best to begin with chapter 1. * I woke up with a bit of a hangover but otherwise alright. I found that I wasn't tie...
Miranda was surging, her mind was hard, and she needed to fuck someone. Sometimes, Miranda felt as if she could grow a dick just by closing her eyes and forcing the sex hormones in her body down like daggers between her well-shaped, muscular thighs. When she felt particularly fired up, this thought would cross her mind. If she couldn't grow a dick, maybe s...
Joan Hawkins drove her late-model Prius into her subdivision after work on a early December evening. The sun had already set and her neighborhood was quite dark. She could see the bluish flickers of her neighbors who had already started watching TV. It had been a long day at her job as an administrator at the local community college and she was looking forwa...
I had met Roxy for a little over two months earlier at the local health club. We had long conversations on our treadmills and began to have dinner together after our Friday night workouts. Many nights we would get something and bring it back to my apartment, since she had two roommates at her's. One evening while we were watching a rerun of 'Pacific Blue',...
Chapter 2 - Ride to Revenge A sudden jerk woke me up from my stupor. It could have been just a few minutes or several hours, I could not tell. After all, how can someone even fall asleep in trunk of a car - especially when she is crammed in a golf bag, hand-cuffed and gagged. Whether I had slept or passed out, I did not know that, but that short break from...
The RV hummed down the highway. Taffy and I sat across from one another in that cozy breakfast booth, unable to communicate much beyond the desperate looks in our eyes. Out the tinted windows, dozens of cars rode parallel to us, or passed us. I sat disbelieving: couldn't anyone see 2 bound and distressed kidnapped women? Our captors had evidently taken a...
Donna Harris had a dull life: a single mother to a pre-teen daughter, trapped in a dead end office job, which paid minimum wage. She and afore mentioned daughter lived in a low rent apartment in a block that was as big as the Titanic and the iceberg that sunk it. Over the few months that they had lived there, she had developed a sort of friendship with a bl...
"Ow! That hurts!" He had her wrist pulled up behind her and was looping a coil of rope around it. Her struggles stopped as the pain in her shoulders caused her to gasp. He had her other wrist caught and pulled up to the first and it took only moments for him to have them painfully bound together, up between her shoulder blades, the rest of the coil of rope w...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I perched peacefully on the top of a picnic table, my sneakered feet resting on the fixed seat. It was a bright and quiet morning in our camp ground, the morning sun not long up, with no movement and a fleeting soft breeze. Across the way, my tent mate made her appearance...
Copyright Oggbashan July 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ******************************** It was my first professional enga...