Blackmail - Page 29
Synthetic, Humanoid, Enlightened, Inquisitive, Living, Android - S.H.E.I.L.A. ----------------- I was fighting the numbing sensation that was starting to creep through my body



It all started on the drive to work. It was just before 9am. I had missed all the traffic on the beltway. I took the first exit. Then down some side streets. I was using a short cut to get to work faster. I was hoping my Friday would fly by. Then I could go out tonight



I told her, that i have a new adventure for her. She was excited and wanted to know what it is. I told her, that shes gona work as a prostitute for tonight. She was shocked and speechless. I could hear her heart beat. But i knew she would be kicked by that idea
ADULTS ONLY This is a repost where I have joined all the chapters together. No major changes. Disclaimer Warning: If you're under age 18 or offended by the subject matter you should not be here reading this, so DO NOT read any further



Chloe Hunt sat in the bedroom, awaiting the next episode in the chain of indignity and humiliation that had befallen her. Quite how she'd gone from being a na? schoolteacher to a sextoy for all to enjoy in the space of four days she didn't rightly know. It had all been such a blur
He throughly enjoyed going to his son's pop warner football games a few years back. The little tyke was going to be everything his 'old dad wasn't, with athletic and quick feet, right? Yeah, probably not. But it was worth dreaming



Wedding Dress Nightmare Daniella was getting married tomorrow. My wife Kim was the maid of honor and we were staying in the same hotel as the reception. The girls were all doting on Daniella and the boys were all out getting shitfaced with the groom



We got out of the shower and I had Liz dry me off. She gently ran the towel over my arms, shoulders and chest, staring at my body the entire time. She moved her way down my body eventually moved to her knees
I was just sitting on the bed, wearing a pair of boxers, when my sex toy came in. It was clear from her hose that she was wearing lingerie, but she had that cute robe covering it. “I am still wondering how you used those little pops on me



Step Daughter Sharon was nine years of age when her Mother and I married. There was no difference to her and any other child her age, well nothing I could put my finger on. But I just didn’t like her very much



(This is the second part of "The Transsexual Rapist"; read the first part to gain a better grasp of the story; Enjoy!) There were about 30 other texts, with the same theme of rape, was he raping my mom? Was she into this?..



I still couldn’t believe the events of the last two days. Our parents had left for the weekend because my grandma had fallen ill. They wanted my bitchy sister Kayleigh and I to spend the weekend together, much to Kayleigh’s dismay



Three weeks now and Mrs. Lucy Harper, (43), the school teacher, was incessantly forced to submit to the gang’s pitiless orders to perform



Today had began how yesterday did. Me and Austin sat around playing on his xbox and went to the beach again. It was totally normal again. After we got back and got dressed, Austin suggested we have an airsoft war. It was 6 at night and started to get dark
A Malibu suburb, 7:15pm. A meeting of the members of the Zulu Society was in order. The Zulu society was a private club for Black men (and some women) in the area. The base of operations was an expensive piece of real estate overlooking the Hills