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Chapter 1: Training the body to break the mind Linda, I need you to calm down, try to focus on your breathing. That’s it, well done, your heart rate is slowing down a bit, we don’t want you to die, we just need to train you, that’s all



Bianca. Lydia. Isabelle. Stephanie. Sophia. Foreword: Last part was received well. I am considering rewriting Stephanie I because I'm not happy with how it flows. Leave some advice if you have ideas on how it could be rewritten



“You won’t be keeping your word then?” Snowy asks quietly from beneath me. I rub the tip of my cock against her soft pussylips. Teasing the thin woman before I fuck her. “No. You are Kara’s slave now.” Her eyes light up at the thought of the strong Orc woman. “You serve us



Return to the Brothel - - Author's note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters are under eighteen years of age despite the obvious sexual immaturity of the main characters at the beginning of the story
"Hey baby" I smile as you hop off your Ducotti. I can't see your face yet through the helmet but I know you're smiling. You set it on the seat and walk over, your leather coat and chaps creaking. You pull me to your chest and wrap your arms around me while drawing me close for a kiss



A little on how this story came about. I have a friend that likes to write stories for people and he asked if I would write one for him. I told him to tell me some of his fantasies and I would see what I could come up with
Tales of Priya Part 3 FLIGHT OF ICARUS Priya and Bell somewhere in the sky, on an Embracer Legacy 500 Jet, on route to Washington State I am sitting cross-legged, naked in a black velvet plush robe, on a large velvety-like soft tan sofa. We are up something like 34 000 feet


hape! Is not lost on the SAS instructors that are under a lot of political pressure to see these women succeed and become SAS team members! They have been recruited to rescue a well to do family that has connections to the Queen, and they have been kidnapped and are being held for ransom in Somalia



First Taking Sexual frustration I'm scrolling through the personals page, looking for something to stir my lust. There are pages and pages of people who think one-liners are all they need to grab a girls attention



Tarnheim Academy, Part 3 Our story continues… My initiation to the Tarnheim Academy had been astounding. I had been dominated and ravished by Headmistress, followed by the head girl, Adrienne, and the towering twins, Inga and Greta



Prior : The Do-gooder MILF The Do-gooder MILF -2 The Do-gooder MILF -3 MILF Meat The Do-gooder MILF -4 BASTARDS Joans head twisted, she could not see when the next blow was coming. He body flinched, quivered AHHHHHHHHHHHH. Another hit with the belt



This is the story of a young woman’s conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do not NOT prohibit slavery
This was written while on a long vacation on a cell phone pardon any typos. 2080 New Vegas was created in the foothills above Los Angeles. Indian land that was once a national forest and returned to the tribes. One hundred casinos built in four years



Sophia’s Revenge It was a perfectly ordinary evening in Madame L’Oiseaux’s establishment, the year was that of the great exhibition in Hyde park, 1850 I believe, I remember Chantel was obliging me as I lay upon her bed



ficer! Joey’s Mom’s name is Kim and she is a stay at home mom well until Joey is old enough to be home alone then she will try and find herself a hobby of her own! “So was the neighbors dog doing alright?” Joey blushed and responded to his mom with a small laugh! “Yeah mom he’s doing just