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This story does contain some non-consent, so if you are not fond of such, please read no further. If you are under the legal age of reading a story of sexual nature, please exit now! All people portrayed in this story are over the age of 18. Chapter 1 Spring break..

"They say people like to punish themselves either because they are ashamed of who they are or what they've done, or because it gives them a heightened sense of being alive." Leah was slowly coming back to. She heard someone talking but didn't know who

It was a Friday and Ms. Fitch was ready for the weekend. Making plans as she headed for her classroom

READING ALLOWED, Part 2 By lamignonne and Zenmackie The day was endless and agonizing for Marie. She’d been tempted to stay in bed

For thousands of years before western civilization invaded the American plains, its native people hunted the buffalo. Having only basic tools, the death of each animal was a battle hard won

The World's First Futa's Daughters – Futa's First Naughty Birthday Chapter Three: Christina's Naughty Birthday Gift By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 July 22nd, 2037 – Christina Franks Everyone was staring at me

Angel A Novel By: S. Stevenson The Selection Part Two Master’s House The first three women entered the Master’s home and just started to look around. When they noticed that Beth had stopped at the door and removed her tunic

Copyright 2018 by tcs1963 Edited and some re-writes 2019 Co-edited by takemedown All rights reserved by the Author ((((((((((((At the end of part 2))))))))))) Re-written to be told from Morgan's perspective

Chapter Twenty-One – Acceptance The party was in full swing -- as were the three women hanging before the assembled mass of Clubmen and Femmes. They had only been up for a few minutes, but already I was aching in the cock

The Story of Ann This is a story written for and about one of the wonderful women I have met on sites like this, and is somewhat different than my usual writings

I knew I was in trouble the second the whip fell from my fingers. Ona bolted across the room, yanking my head back by my hair and forced me to the ground. In total silence she dragged me beside Maria and began restraining me in the same way as her, my caged cock and plump ass exposed

It happened again, didn't it? Introduction. It is highly recommended to read the previous story, 'This must never happen again! Right?’ it will give you the background information for the following story but here is a short synopsis anyway

Summer, 199-, a Small Midwestern Town Heather was fresh out of high school and planning on taking a break year between it and college. Standing 5' 6" with long, dark red hair down to her waist, she was a real head turner

Power’s Out II So much to do and it’s almost 9 o’clock. Thinking to himself I don’t have a lot of time and there is still so much to do I will just need to focus on getting the basics ready and will take time later once the party has started to finish up

I was late getting home from school due to the thunderstorm that started just before school finished. I hadn't brought a jacket to school, or an umbrella, which meant I was going to be soaked

A/N: A previous story I wrote had its premise called far-fetched. In the finest spirit of Crocodile Dundee, I’ve set out to prove that that story wasn’t based on a far-fetched premise. THIS story is based on a far-fetched premise

It’s finally happening! For years you wanted to bike across England but no one ever wanted to go. But recently a good friend you’ve known for years got permission from his wife to go with you

It was a typical Friday afternoon for Mary as she lingered in the classroom diligently working on lesson plans for the next term, long after the final class of the day had been dismissed

heerleader Sale Short synopsis for the story: A Cheerleader is kidnapped and prepared to be sold into slavery Story codes: M+/f, Teen, BDSM, Slavery, NC, Heavy Eighteen year old Mandy found herself being dragged by her hair into the room built to resemble a large medieval torture chamber

“Again I'm having the same dream” I thought to myself. It's always the same cold and dreary room. At first it always seems pitch black but thanks to a few small candles litted around the room I can see into the next room