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VIETNAM -PART 2 GOING HOME The plane ride home was terrible. I had never felt so unclean, tired and in a worse mood. The boy sitting beside me didn’t stop shaking the entire flight. He didn’t sleep and made it a personal task to insure I didn’t sleep either

He'd been watching her arrive home from work every day for two months. Her red sporty car would pull in her drive around 5:25pm and he'd see her stick her long high-heeled leg outside her vehicle before pushing her slender but curvy body out

Stepson’s Revenge, part 2 Note: before the story begins allow me to say one thing, it contains scenes of graphic violence, gore, sadism, torture and death. Consider yourself duly warned

"Yes! Urphm, GOD Yes! Huh, huuuhhhhh, FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEeeeee!" screams Marilyn as she throws her head back and tosses her shoulder length black hair back out of her face

I saw Brian in my classroom over the course of the next few days. We exchanged glances that ranged from awkward to flirty, but we never spoke nor texted about what we did. We had no need to, the memories would last a lifetime. I went back to my teaching job

Submission She breathed out slowly. It had been a stressful day at work. Her jackass of a boss had given her co-worker the raise that she had been working her ass off to get. The bitch had probably fucked him to get it. She pulled her sleek red mustang into the driveway of her condo

Sandra stood in front of her mirror. The silky black sundress hung above her knee. She once worried that it wasn’t high enough for it to be considered sexy

Brooke's Tale (this story is based on a request i got from a reader at bdsmlibrary.com/stories. I've tried to stick to facts provided as far as practicable, although the plot is my own. enjoy) Hi, I'm Brooke, an ordinary college student

Chapter 13: Ellen Duffy’s Demise Less than 50 miles away from where Hannah was suffering, inside a tavern also owned by the Outlaws, another whore was having a miserable night of her own

Evil Dudes By Randy MacAnus Copyright 2018 All rights reserved by the author. If you like the story, and want another chapter, click like and/or comment at the end. Story suggestions are welcome. This is a story of rape and sexual enslavement of a straight college student

IF YOU READ PARTS 1&2 FIRST YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THIS SECTION BETTER COMMENTS AND SUGGESTIONS ARE WELCOME! ************** It’s dark in the room when I awake. I sit up, realizing that my one wrist is still tied to the bed. “Can’t this nightmare be over?” I say to myself

The Act of Vengeance Chapter 2 ------------- “I told you I would be back,” I laughed when I noticed her startled look

Part I: A Painful Initiation This was a long time coming. I had tried with previous SO's, mostly unsuccessfully, to communicate my desire for BDSM play (I'm a switch: enjoy being both dom and sub)

In a society that otherwise resembles our own, mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century. It is a common and accepted feature of public and private life. Males and females of all ethnic backgrounds are held thrall, without status or legal rights

--- "Are you searching for something little one?" --- She heard a voice --- "Yeah. I lost a phone somewhere in this alley" --- She said --- "You lost a phone? Is that right?" --- The man said, and she realized it's the voice of one of the men. Hank

Odd Alice ME You can find me frequenting a club called Bedaism (pronounce it how you want, no one is quite sure how you say it anyway), a large BDSM sex club in the city that takes up an entire thirteen-storey building

Tiffany stuck to unoccupied streets and back alleys as she made her way home. She was still drenched in sweat from her romp in the bathroom with Jon and she did not want anyone to get close enough to notice

First let me tell you a little about myself. I am 27, long black hair to my ass, hazel eyes, 5 foot 7 inches tall and I weigh right at 135 lbs My breasts are perfect, or so I’m told anyway, perfect aureoles that I find pleasant to look at

I was a little pissed the evening before but I was looking forward to the Renaissance Festival with my little sister

“You lumberfoots can wait here while I scout ahead. If we can’t find the Skaven breeding pits, then they may well overrun the last vestiges of your dying Empire