Rape - Page 144

I woke up on a cold wood table in a dark room. I immediately sat up, confused, I didn’t even realize that I was in just panties and my bra. “Good, your awake.” I heard Trevor said out of the darkness. He turned the lights up a little bit

Between the darkness of the forest and the foreboding of the house, there was a garden of extraordinary beauty. Though it had clearly been cultivated with some skill, it was not overly pruned, nor sculpted

SELLING SARAH - PART 2 My names Damian Walsh. I was a happy highschool kid until this morning, when my younger sister, Sarah, decided to blackmail me for a precious 50 bucks. Although, come to think of it, I am still a happy highschool kid

Ray dressed himself back into the clothes he’d discarded around the house and made his way outside, intending to check on the two girls he’d locked in the shed. He approached the small building and unlocked the door, swinging it open

------------------ About the story : This is a story based on the rape of prostitute named Liz

Lesley ran her hands down the front of her uniform shirt one more time, smoothing out the wrinkles. The fabric was taught over her 34DD tits and her bright teal bra showing through the fabric. She rolled up her tartan skirt a little until it was just below her ass

Jessica always loved the idea of a small town. Growing up in LA, she learned quickly that she wasn't the big city type at all. As soon as she was of legal age, she moved out of her parents house

Herlong,jetblackhaircarressedhershouldersasherhipsswayedfromlefttorightwitheachstepshetook.Herfeetwereforcedintoanarchandencasedwithshadows;herbeautiful,youthfullegsencasedbyapaper-thinlayerofcream,crownedbysatinbowsofasilkiershade

Die or live to do a porno As I have learned it is important to inform you that this story is very graphic and some of the scenes depicted are offensive

I spent six years in a chaotic relationship because of my two beautiful children. It started off great but she became crazier as the years progressed. Logical thinking went out the window and my life became a nightmare

Scout-20 Bitch Beat down The Girl Scout -21 Going Home – Help at Last The Girl Scout -22 Soccer Bitch The Girl Scout-23 RUN BITCH RUN The Girl Scout-24 ICE COLD (Girl Scout Lisa was kidnapped and subjected to terrible horrors both by street hoods and the police who were supposed to help her

Rose had invited me home for supper---pot luck, she said---because I was temporarily on my own. I was eighteen at the time, and I'd never been invited out by a girl before. So I was quite surprised when it turned out there were four of us for supper

I am taking a little trip and head down I-10 from Houston. I hit the leg leading into Beaumont and my dog is in need of a walk. There is still plenty of daylight so I figure the next rest stop I come to will be a good place to stretch

Camp Slut Rides Again Click… Click… Click… With a depressed sigh, I closed yet another window of my web browser, disappointed by the lack of real imagination that went into the story I’d read

(Guys Names and Ages Are, White Guys, Jay (28).. Mick (33).. Luke (21).. Black Guys, David (25).. Jim (40)..) This Is Just A Brief Put Together Of What Happened, But I Think You Can Get The Idea, Dont Come Posting Hating Comments Now Poeple As They Dont Bother Me What So Ever

This is mostly being written so I could vent and get this all off my chest. But this being a fetish site, I'll do my best to entertain, it’s only my first story though. Names will be changed. Anyway, BG I was around 10yrs old, my older sister, Jennifer, was 12

I had calmed down by the next station and had just started reading my book when hayden jones stormed towards me. He had short blonde hair blue eyes and was a bit on the chubby side

She was the sexiest girl in the whole area, and knew it! She had the most fantastic natural tits, not those silicon bags that flat-chested-fannies had inserted at great cost, to make them noticed

The Preacher's Duaghter Part 2 “Emi.” Mother said shaking my shoulder and I came out of the daze I was in. “Come, let's get you clean for church.” Gently she helped me from the table and I saw the puddle of cum and blood on it and the floor. “Don't look at it

I was 22 when I first met my wife to be, we were married a short time later. She was full of life, loved to play and wanted more than anything to get out of her large family. It was like she blossomed into this little play thing when we were out of her families sight