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She walked out of the store and he followed behind her as silent as a ghost, as she walked to her car and reached into her purse for her keys. As she dropped her guard he struck, quickly raising the gag to her mouth and grabbing her as she fell to unconsciousness



Naturally, I said no. The crushed looks on their faces was priceless. Their brains were saturated in pheromones, driving them insane with lust. They would have thrown themselves at me if they could stop playing with themselves long enough to do so. But I wouldnt give them relief



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle



In the second part things are becoming a lot more interesting. Please read part 1 first and watch for the third (and final) part. When rating please keep in mind the context of this entire true story. “There, problem solved” she announced



Chapter 12: Hannah’s Bold Escape Attempt Hannah did not come close to making her $3000 quota. By the time she got back out to the bar, it was past midnight and more than half of the patrons she’d seen when Wayne and Carl had bought her were long gone



Jean by Diomedes050465 Chapter 1 : Introduction, London, the 25th “And you are quite certain that you don’t want to add any further conditions or qualifications, you’re happy with things as agreed ?” “I am



Alyssa was running late for her first midnight shift witch actually started at ten pm. She took her shower quickly dried off and put on her uniform. She looked good in it. She was a petite five foot two inch thirty four year old mother of one girl



Jeff loved the new $30,000 dungeon constructed with his dads (Philips money) it had everything, a cage for his slave hooks on the walls to tie them up . A fully equipped bathroom, kitchen & tv room with a 70 inch televison


Kate’s Tentacle Nightmare Kate had just finished her first week in her new position as Manager of a care center, and was making her final rounds for the night before going home



The character in my story is not underage - she is living on her own so at least 18. The exact age hasn't been stated yet. ~~~~~~~~~~ Katy grabbed a towel as she stepped from the shower, taking it to dry her long hair



Oooohh! My head. Aaaahhhh! Fuck! Where the hell am I?! What the fuck is happenning to me?!?!? Why can't I move? Something is on my head! It is covering my entire head! Pressing in on my eyes. Hard
Stranded Darkness He could not feel anything, not his feet, arms, even his body. All he could hear was the relaxing waves reaching the sandy beach, the quiet warm breeze and tropical air. Not to worry they said, that storm isnt a threat in any way they said



Gorthan Commander Vix takes control of Japan part 3 Hiroko slowly opens the drapes in Vix’s chambers. She takes several minutes to allow the light into the room to gently wake her new Master



Mrs. James had to be the hottest professor on campus but she was also the toughest. She hasn’t been teaching long but in her short time at the university she has developed a reputation especially with the engineering students



Slave Auction, A Charity Party by Francis Drake Posted by JackFD, with Francis Drake’s permission. Thia stopped reading the page she’d attempted to understand the last four times she’d read it