Slavery - Page 19

She trembled as he reached out a hand and slowly touched her neck. He ran it over her soft creamy skin. She shivered from his light delicate touch. He let his hand slowly cross her breast making sure to touch her tight nipple. She responded with a moan

This is the story of a young woman’s conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do not NOT prohibit slavery

“Come on Amy,” Ben said, taking the girl by her hand and pulling her after him through the back door of the swimming pool, long closed at this hour

I love gratuitous sex! Unfortunately for some, I feel responsible to build a plot and introduce characters into my tales. A few folks even prefer them that way. Here's one of my latest, and yes, it is a series

NOTE: This is a love story that has threads of BDSM running through it, including real cruelty and torture. Please be advised it is not for everyone. Like all of my stories that, as well as the sex, is an integral part of the story’s plot

There are certain secret places, worlds hidden within the world, and the 'Warehouse' was one of them. All wasn't as it seemed at first glance. James Reese, the 'Master' of tonight's initiation ceremony, stood on a platform overlooking the inside of the gigantic building

Hello, my name is jenna, and i am a wife, a slave, and a soulmate to my Master, Jared. i am all of these things willingly, freely and joyously. i serve my Jared because it gives me pleasure to do so. i have given myself to Him, and in taking me, He has given Himself to me

Author's note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters as under eighteen years of age. Also this story features themes of rape, slavery, and incest. It is intended as fantasy and nothing else

Characters are over 18 and fictional. This is my first attempt at a story of this nature. All comments, complementary or critical, are greatly appreciated. * I hated my twin sister's best friend. Her name was Jessica. When we were younger, she tormented me endlessly

Betty’s Plight ©This is fiction; any resemblance to real people or places is coincidental. **************************************************************************** Betty jogged and walked the same paths every day

The journey back from the matriarch’s quarters was slow and painful for Iliafray several times she had to stop and lean against the wall to recover her strength

This is a continuation of the "Playing Dare with Sis" and "Training my Sister Kayleigh" Stories. While I suppose this story can be a stand alone, character development as well as certain terminology will definitely be better understood if the previous series are read first

Mistress Amanda returned a couple hours later. Kendall's arms and legs where sore from trying to hold her body upwards off of the table. Her nipples and clit where sore from the constant tugging

*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. Chapter 15 == I woke up to Jessica's voice softly calling my name. "Steven

I shuffled the papers on the Clockmaster’s desk. I neatened the pile gently and then proceeded to start sweeping the floors. THe clockmaster had gone to the factory to meet a client that could help him set up another trade route, this one into the next country