Humiliation - Page 119

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 The young school-teacher fled desperately down the corridor, the flat slapping of her shoes echoing sharply in the silence. Panting for breath, she ran past deserted classrooms, none of which offered any hope of...

BOOK 3 Chapter 1 Kerry and I showered in silence, then she locked me up again and we began to prepare dinner. “ I cant believe what I did today baby" she said, finally breaking the silence. “ I know, you were...

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental...

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Thirty - The Twins Come of Age Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affil...

=================================== ERIKA THE SEX SLAVE, CHAPTER ONE =================================== KEYWORDS: M/f, teen female, sex slave, rough, blowjob, BJ, anal, humiliation, humil Comments? E-mail: hotstuffpr...

I never imagined the world and the shitty little town I had lived in my whole life could be so fucked up. I was wrong. .. It all began when my mother sent my brother, sister, and I to town for groceries. We didn' t have a vehicle, and we...

You see, i have a rather small penis that doesn' t give Cari the satisfaction she needs. We have found however that she loves me eating her out, so that' s what I do. I' ve never been a guy who has a huge load so Cari is quite happy su...

Prior - The Rapper and the Sportscaster: The Rapper and the Sportscaster - Down In the Dumps The Sportscaster in the Urban Jungle The Sportscaster in Psycho Hell The Sportscaster - BAD Girl The...

Fallen Kingdom - Part 5 The homes of the privileged Imperium - villas mostly - lined a cobblestone street in Bheketha, a town recently conquered by an angry army of gladiators and slaves risen in r...

Late Ten By Systematic “ Are you ready for the game? ” Kylie asked me. “ As ready as I’ ll ever be. ” “ I heard you got hurt. ” “ Brett mistook me for the Superbowl. ”

Devin: 15 years old. 5 “ 7 ½ ” . Sandy, brown hair. Brown eyes. Nora: 16 years old. 5 “ 7” . Long, black hair. Blue eyes. Rose: 18 years old. 5 “ 8” . Semi-long brown hair, usually kept in a ponytail...

This story is a work of fiction, and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. Raped and Blackmailed Soccer Mom Friday, Day 1 It was Friday afternoon, and Gina Winte...

Letter No 2 August 2012 Your wife and me So your wife came to me the other night, when I opened my front door there she was, in just those black high stilettos with the 6” heels she can barely walk in and hold up black stoc...

My Slave Life: Discipline and Punishment As a submissive, I simply adore rules and structure. It’ s always been my feeling that just as a well trained dog is a happy dog so too is a well trained slave a happy s...

(Heavily modified slave goes on a morning show on television to show off her transformation and do a masturbation show. This is a follow up story to my Kneel or No Kneel series. ) Slave Milky Tits on the Morning Show...

This is not my own work. This wonderful little piece was written by an another known as " Thumb" about ten to fifteen years ago. I repost it here so a new audience may enjoy it as much as I have over the years. These a...

Part 3 I heard my mistress leave the room as I tried to catch my breath, still on my knees with my head down on the carpet. My ass was still gaping wide open from the rough anal fisting I had just received, I reached back with one hand to fe...

Hey. Can I sit here? Is this spot taken? Thanks. Me? No, I’ m just another student. Like you. Psychology, actually. I don’ t really know what I’ m going to do with it yet, but I think that’ s okay for any girl in college...

Eli couldn’ t move. His hands were bound above his head, and his feet barely touched the cold linoleum floor. A gentle draft dusted his bare skin. The room was dark, but he could just barely make out a crowd of faces in front of him, staring....

The sound of crickets. A hooting owl. The cool breeze against his skin. Sore limbs from laying on a hard wood and metal park bench for too long. Sean awoke, slowly, to find himself yet again in the odd, but strangely familiar circumstance. His pal...