Humiliation - Page 166

I never got to sleep that night. I was in too much pain. When Billy awoke I limped into the kitchen to make him a bowl of cereal, as I did every morning. I didn’t feel like eating. The only thing I wanted was to get out of there

Shay was devastated after that night. She wasn’t the same person, she went through a total transformation. She quit going out with her friends, didn’t date, gave away all her sexy, eye-catching outfits, she only wore black now, and quit doing anything to draw attention to herself

Rain drizzled down in a steady deluge on a gray, miserable, midwinter day. The temperature had dipped into the fifties and no one could be seen on the puddle strewn grounds of St. Michael's

I’ve gone back and re-read everything I’ve written so far and I realize that there is more I want you to know. I can’t believe how good it feels to put all this down on paper. And I want you to know everything, which is why I’ve tried to be as detailed as I possibly can

Hey! Thanks for reading! I bring you the next few chapters. Things are getting a little bit rougher in these chapters. I would like to thank everybody who voted (positive or negative) as it really helps me know if I'm doing any good

Terry's tits are a little saggy. I don't understand how you can be that skinny, have tits that small, and have tits that sag a little. Whatever. I didn't hire her because she's real pornstar material. I hired her because she's a skinny 95lbs waif, and she's naive and unexperienced

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Clara's Mind-Controlling Tweets Chapter Eight: Hot Slut Facials By mypenname3000 Commissioned by n1one Copyright 2020 Clara had so many people she wanted to get back at. “God, that is so amazing,” she said, seeing the deep fakes of Mrs

1 What happens when you mix seven billion dollars parents and a girl that has the looks and body to kill any guy on sight? Well, you get Clara, the bitchiest girl the Wilhelm Academy of Science and Social Studies had ever seen. She never cared about anyone other than herself

Love Games: Fetish Baby It was just the two of them in the room. The two of them alone and secluded in a chamber where one’s desires were to be fulfilled yet also the very same place where all the dignity of the misfortuned victim will be swiped away

Chapter Four: Corrupt Cops and A Cop's Mission Maybe he wouldn't recognize her. Maybe he wouldn't remember her from the other night. She sat up on the bed as he walked toward her, his eyes narrow. She could tell he recognized her, but she didn't think he could remember where

Besides the homes with the neglectful foster parents that exist there is an even worse alternative, at least in my eyes, that thank God I only had to experience it once. That home is called a group home

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The Wendigo Alice knew the winter storm was coming in an hour or so. But she made one of her friends a promise. Her friend Ambers husband, had been missing for two months. Him and a few friends went hunting and a winter storm hit. No one could find them

I looked into Tim's room. There was just enough light shining through the window to outline my little sissy's chest moving up and down. He was pretty much in the same position I left him, lying on his back with his arms tied up above him. I walked over to the bed to look at my sissy

She stood there, all of 5” tall, looking death in the face. In front of here is what can only be described as the hideous monsters we worried about slithering under our beds as children. Lurking in our closets

This is what happens when your wife is from another country and you don’t explain the local culture and customs. It may have been my fault, or maybe the store at the mall. I’m not sure. But the bottom line is ……… if only I hadn’t gotten down like that … let me explain

"Ok little homie stick with me and you might come out of this alive." The big bald dude told me. He was a average fat cholo type of mother fucker. He had a black plaid shirt and a khaki shorts with some old school chucks

Marion (1) Do not read this story if you are of a religious nature When my daughter introduced me to her future husband I had to admit I was a little disappointed. He was an accountant. Slim build, about 5’9” tall and with those accountant glasses that numbers men always wear

I awoke to a throbbing headache. Every heartbeat was an explosion of pain. It took all the strength I had just to sit up. My head spun for a second before I allowed my eyes to flutter open. Tears blurred my vision, making the world appear as a distorted mess