REBECCA The young bride stood naked, handcuffed, and trembling in the bridal suite of the large hotel. She was about to play a game: Andrew Compton's game. Compton sat watching her closely, a thin smile on his face, a cigarette smoldering between his fingertips. He could sense her fear and fed on it like a predator gaining strength from the scent of fear in...
When Camille Sinclair was placed back in her small 8x10 cage she sat down on the small cot where she slept, bent her head down, placed her hands over her face, and starting sobbing. Since she had been sold into servitude mere days ago she had been subjected to terrible humiliation. From being poked and prodded and examined like an animal, punished horribly i...
The crazy shit that women do never ceases to amaze me. And I am a woman. The name is Mercy Jane Perkins. My friends call me M.J. Who am I? A six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, chubby and big-bottomed Englishwoman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I am forty three years old. And right now I'm dominating the hell out of a Black woman who w...
Hey, there. My name is Nicole Winters. I'm a six-foot-three, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a mansion in Brockton's west side. And these days, life simply couldn't be better. I'm a multi-millionaire you see. Isn't it great when everything simply falls into place? I think so. Everyone and every...
AUTHORS NOTE: so here's the second chapter, a bit edited but still with the same direction. Comment please! I love the feedback, so please give me as much as possible! C8ER2U November 25th 1955 Wilbur gon have my head. My sister turned white as a sheet when I came back with the baby. My poor baby, her lips turnt blue out there in all that cold. My God, h...
The jewelry case was closed, but unlocked. The ties in the men's section were crooked and mismatched. I must be just awful at my job, I thought. The truth is that I was just terribly frustrated, emotionally drained, and had been on my feet for the past twelve hours. Jack left me with the keys. What kind of manager leaves a petite twenty-four year old woman...
Wasted Bras and Wasted Thongs: Throbbing in the Christmas Hot Tub by Buck Maelstrom, M.D. and Miss Manners With a Whip Detective Lisa Anderson had been headed home, her mind on two weeks of Christmas leave, when the radio in her unmarked car crackled with the news. Her sleek, supple body rippled with tension at the prospect of a new crime on the verge of h...
Stephen is the name and anal sex is the nature of my game. Do you like fat chicks? Usually, I don't but sometimes I do. I need someone to fuck and when I'm desperate, I'm really not picky, you know what I mean? The other day I humped a fat chick named Jasmine. Who is Jasmine? A five-foot-nine, plump and thick, dark-skinned black woman of Haitian descent. I w...
An unemployed Michael came home one day and found a letter in the mail. Inside was a letter offering a job that would pay a significant income but would require a year of service. All other details would be kept confidential absent a screening test. An address was provided with instructions to go the next day at a specific time. Desperate, Michael arrived. I...
---Part Four - Silky --- The drive from the apartment compound to the parking lot at work was less than 10 minutes. Any number of thoughts and emotions raced through my mind, and frankly, I couldn't even tell you how many cars I passed, which intersections I stopped at or got a green light through by the time I made it there. My mind was trying to comprehen...