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DISCLAIMER: 1. This story is fiction. 2. This story is FICTION! 3. The author doesn’t endorse or play down violence and brutality of any kind against living beings in general and females in special



Copyright 2018 by the author. All rights reserved. Hell House By Randy MacAnus As I sat checking my monitor wall, I said to myself, "It's good to be rich



PART 1: Hank Stenson was a very wealthy businessman, so wealthy in fact that he didn’t even need to work anymore. He could oversee his company from home, occasionally holding video conference calls with his executives from his lounge in his mansion
Well, there he was. He was pulling up to my apartment like he did every Friday evening to come visit me and my children for the weekend. His name was Skot. He stood a strong 6 feet tall with shoulders as broad and tough as a brick wall



The Elder Scrolls I : Rise of the Sword-Runners Arngeirr was crouching close to the forest floor as he skulked along the trail, stalking his prey. His hands were dirty, mud and moss clung to his Banded Iron Armour, his long golden blonde hair hung over his face, damp with sweat



It was a grey and mundane day as Celia Hanson walked out of her boarding school
When baby girl could finally feel him back behind her, she grew frightened. Then she started screaming as a sudden infringement on her body caused her to faint. Peanut stopped and grabbed her hair. With a powerful pull, he yanked her head back and smacked her stupid



So it took me a long time to wright down my first set of experiences, and I started this set immediately after and then got distracted from it and I finally got back to it and fished. Like before this is the true story (or mostly true) of my early sex life



COMPOUND2 *Trisha’s story* His lover #4, Trisha, was on her knees, hands behind her back ready to pleasure John. John set his semi-hard cock head on her tongue, running his fingers gently through her dark brown hair, then her cheek bone. “I love your body round with child.



Previously: Evan told Julianne about his ability, as well as what he did to Claire. He let Julianne enjoy using Claire, but she suddenly acted up and defied one of Evan's orders. Needless to say, she needed to be punished for her disobedience



9. Day Three Tina had slept very little. She was in fact becoming very weak. Even if she had been given food of sorts, the spread-eagled position she had been in the past 48 hours was taking its toll on her. The stench of her own waste in the cage was nauseating



Jason Day had the most incredible blue eyes; kind and curious and with a lively sparkle. His blond hair was somewhat short and wavy, his face still had its childish roundness but gave clear signs of growing up, and his body was that of a swimmer; washboard stomach and thinly built
The Hospitality Student Sabrina Hunt’s parents sat nervously in the principal’s opulent study at the Bradley Hardacre Community College near Stalybridge West Yorkshire. A College in a magnificent county mansion in the rolling Yorkshire countryside



Owning a Dominant Bitch By: Rebelman Chapter 1 My first three year of high school could have been better. I was a pudgy boy and only five foot nine inches with a pimply face



May screamed and squirmed all over. She was stuck in the water with thousands of tentacles around her. The tentacles were wrapping around her making her unable to move. They were ripping off her clothes and cupping her breasts