Humiliation - Page 97



Chapter 9: Beer Wench I wake up Sunday sore and depressed from last night’s ordeal. I can’t even grasp what has happened to me over the last 3 weeks! Four weeks ago I didn’t know anything about sex or men or as it turns out, even my own body
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It contains sexual acts between males who are of legal consent age. There is humiliation, but rest assured, all parties eventually enjoy it. If this subject matter is offensive to you, please stop reading
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The guards simply picked me up out off the floor, and holding me by the arms, they took me out of the room and down the dark hall. At the end of the hall they unlocked a large metal door. They dragged me down a long staircase to an underground bunker
Prior: Foxy Knoxy Prior: Foxy Knoxy II Prior: Foxy Knoxy III Meredith’s Ordeal Begins (Foxy Knoxy – Foreign Students Amanda and Meredith fight at their flat in a small Italian city



It would be a good idea to read the previous chapters as knowing some of the history involved will certainly help in understanding the underlying theme of this and any other future chapters. As I have mentioned in an earlier chapter I’m 32 years old



Maxine thought going to a professional photographer to have some naughty photos taken for her husband was a good idea; it had been suggested by her best friend who had done something similar a while back for her boyfriend and she said it had gone down a treat



A Ghostly Haunting Chapter Five by Simon Fear Ashley was laying on the hospital bed her legs spread and up in stir-ups. The small hospital gown she was wearing was pushed up to right below her tits her whole bottom half exposed to the doctor and nurse who was in front of her



This will be the last chapter to get posted to the public forums. See my profile for details. The next day I found out that Steph was going into town. She needed some extra help for the Auction
Fallen Kingdom The people of Pythria were a cultured people. They were, in their own words, an ‘advanced civilization,’ or so they liked to believe. Their upper classes lived like gods and goddesses



We lived in Kerala. When I attained the age of sixteen my parents promised me in marriage to a wealthy British gentleman, whom I had seen but twice and did not admire. This also meant I had to convert to Christianity from my earlier religion Hinduism



2 FOUR O'CLOCK I am writing this because it is the best way I know to further humiliate myself. Maybe that will make me cum. To expose myself by letting the world know what kind of life I am leading



Daddy Makes Me Cum in Front of Strangers. I met him on the internet. After months of chatting, I was convinced we were in love. He liked it when I called him Daddy, so that’s all I called him. I just wanted to please him



Tegan walked as if being puppeted. She was exhausted physically and mentally, and had difficulty believing her legs were carrying her forward, feeling as though her mind was simply a passenger in a body that was acting of its own accord