To all who submitted stories

[Rabbit1]

In the past----some information evidently got lost in the transfer of ownership of the site---I have over a hundred files of new and story updates with no way of knowing for sure who they belong to---I tried to match them up but have published the wrong update to the wrong story because of almost alike story titles---so I will not do that again --as it is really hard to straighten out----So if you have submitted a story and it has been over a week or two and you have not seen it published or updated ---Please resubmit it----I will have duplicate files but at least it will generate the nessary paperwork I need to publish it.

I am not trying to blame anyone for this ----nor do I think anyone else should ----Shit happen and it did ---now lets straighten it out and move on


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no one want to claim these stories that I have waiting to be published?

[Dick the Slaver]

no one want to claim these stories that I have waiting to be published?

Give them time Rabbit. I presume that they may not realize that you are posting stories on a daily basis.

[Rabbit1]

Give them time Rabbit. I presume that they may not realize that you are posting stories on a daily basis.

I have posted all the back stories I can---that I have identifing paperwork on --I have posted all stories except what is submitted today

[Rabbit1]

Jane and Carol at the Hunt.
CHAPTER ONE

“You'll enjoy it so much, Jane,” Carol told her enthusiastically. “Just think; a whole three weeks in role together!”

Jane was dubious. Her cousin's proposal was exciting, but Jane had never role-played before strangers and she inwardly quailed at the very idea of appearing naked in public. But, deep within, a queer little thrill at the prospect stirred.

Carol laughed at her. She knew very well what was troubling Jane. A veteran of several BDSM Club events, she herself had once shared the same reservations.

“It isn't at all what you may think, dear!” she said earnestly. “Take it from me, BDSM Clubs are extremely tough on anything sexual; they're positively Puritanical on the point. No-one, particularly a woman, will be subject to any sexual innuendo even, or anything of that kind! And, don't forget, this will be a Femdom event; the men present will all be slaves and well under the control of their Mistresses. And also, we'll be there in animal roles, and these people are very experienced in letting people play their parts; they will think of us purely as animals; attractive and graceful animals perhaps” (she chuckled) “but animals just the same!”

Jane, despite herself, was almost convinced. But at once she put an unerring finger at the weak spot in her cousin's scheme.

“If this is a Feminine Domination event,” she said, “they won't want subordinate women there. Surely it would make a mockery of the whole thing?”

Carol's brow creased in a frown; her cousin had a point!

“Yes; it would rather,” she admitted. “But we wouldn't be present as woman, but as female animals. Anyway, that's the argument I'll put to Lady Isobel when I see her tomorrow. Why don't you come too? One look at her will put your mind at rest!”

And to this proposition Jane agreed; after all, what could it possibly cost her?

Noon the next day found them driving along a narrow lane somewhere near Minchinhampton. A broad gateway flanked by two stone lions led by a winding route through extensive park lands to a large, Georgian mansion.

Carol parked in front of the house, slid out from beneath the steering wheel and walked confidently up the broad steps to the imposing front door where she pulled insouciantly upon the bell rope at its side, while Jane stood uncertainly at her cousin's side, a little over-awed by the grandeur and scale of their surroundings. Her equilibrium was further disturbed when the door was opened by an immaculately dressed Butler.

To Jane's secret admiration Carol was perfectly composed in the presence of this forbidding apparition.

“Good afternoon, Perkins,” she said airily. “We have an appointment with your Mistress!”

“Quite so, Miss Carol,” he murmured in reply. “Yourself and...?”

He glanced at Jane, an eyebrow raised in polite enquiry.

“My cousin; Jane,” explained Carol.

“Of course!” he gravely replied. “Good afternoon, Miss Jane. If the ladies will follow me...?”

On their way along the broad corridor, with its walls hung with paintings and its high ceiling, Jane's hand sought out that of her cousin for assurance, and it was thus they entered the large, sunny morning room; hand in hand like two children.

'Lady' Isobel turned out to be an incongruously large and jolly-looking woman in her middle years. When they were decorously ushered into the room, they found her poring over a pile of official looking documents, steel-rimmed pince-nez perched upon her ample nose. Perkins uttered a polite cough, and she looked up from her papers.

The smile of welcome on her face changed to one of tender and appreciative wonder when she saw them together. Two young, pretty girls, hand in hand, virginally fresh, and identically dressed from their tiny sandals to their simple dresses and even to the leather collars around their slender throats. Carol she had met on several occasions, but the other girl – who might well have been her twin – was unknown to her.

Introductions were made, Perkins was dispatched for refreshments, and the three settled down to the business of their meeting.

Isobel sat in a comfortable armchair, facing 'the twins', as she was already mentally thinking of them. They sat opposite on a sofa, close together as if loath to be separated. Every so often their hands would steal into each other's, and they spoke alternatively, often completing each other's sentences, obliging their hostess to look from one to other. marvelling as she did so at their uncanny resemblance to each other.

“We know it might be a problem,” began Carol.

“Because of it being a Female Domination event,” added Jane.

“But we wouldn't be attending as slaves,” said Carol.

“But as animals – female animals, of course!” her cousin said, giggling infectiously.

“So we could be hunted...” “Like the male slaves...” “Except that when we're caught...” “Our new owner would treat us as animals...” “We're very good at it – really!” Carol ended earnestly.

Isobel looked at their anxious faces and burst into helpless laughter, the tears running down her homely face.

“Oh, my dears!” she gasped. “Of course you may take part; if it was my sole decision. You shall both stay for lunch, and meet Lady Sarah – it's at her place that the Hunt is taking place. If she agrees – and I'm sure she will – the other Ladies will fall into line; I'm sure!”

With that, she sent them both off under the charge of Perkins to prepare for lunch.

In the large and luxurious bathroom, Carol acquainted Jane with the details of Lady Isobel's eccentric menage.

“Perkins is a permanent resident,” Carol informed her cousin. “He's a slave, of course. Did you notice his collar? It's silver, you know!”

Jane was astonished at this bland declaration. Carol went on.

“Lady Isobel has quite a few slaves. Some temporary – weekends and holidays, and so forth – and two or three permanent. We'll probably be waited on at lunch by one of her transvestite slave-maids.”

Jane giggled, and was about to express her amazement that anyone would want to be a transvestite, let alone a slave, before remembering her own reason for being here with Carol. Wisely, she remained silent and joined her cousin in the large shower.

Showered and lightly scented, they descended the sweeping staircase in Perkins' wake. By some triumph of organisation, their sandals had been cleaned and polished, and their dresses pressed and ironed during their brief absence in the bathroom.

They entered onto the sweeping terrace on which lunch was to be taken, Carol confidently – because she had met Lady Sarah before – and Jane timidly, her hand stealing again into that of her cousin to give her confidence.

Everything went perfectly swimmingly, Lady Sarah being as struck by the cousins as her friend. They departed with the assurance that the rest of the Ladies would agree to their presence, odd though this innovation was. But they were warned that one member of the Group, a certain 'Lady Noire', might be awkward about it.

CHAPTER TWO


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[Rabbit1]

The porn star wetter

A fantasy about women using men.

Bob was just out of college and keen to use his degree in media studies. He wanted and fantasised about a job as a producer with hundreds of girls lusting after him. However after six months he was working in a local shop and fifty applications had produced nothing. Then he saw an advert for deputy production assistants for a company. He noticed that it was an adult film company but still applied considering himself open-minded and also knowing that it was easier to get a position that way. He was surprised when he was offered an interview and on reading the information discovered that it was a well established company and all the stuff in the leaflet was about pensions and other adult dull things. The salary was very good so he was surprised he had been considered. When he got to the interview he found he was one of six candidates and all were male. A panel of three including one tough looking woman interviewed him. She was Sandra Jones a very large lady in her forties with short mannish hair but massive breasts and she was quite aggressive towards Bob asking him quite a few personal questions. He tried to charm her but was sure he had failed. When all six had been interviewed they asked one a very handsome lad to go though a second time and Bob sat back annoyed not to have got the job. Then the secretary returned and called Bob out. He entered the room to find that it was just him and Sandra Jones.

She was sitting in an armchair and got Bob to sit opposite him and told him she had a few more questions. These turned out to be about his private life and he answered a little worried, as he was sure these were not the sort of questions relevant to the job. Finally she said to him, " I like you and the job is yours. However you have to sign a two-year fully binding contract. We are training you and I do not want you running off with our secrets!" Bob was jubilant and the thought of getting a real media position and said so. Sandra smiled and said, " Well you have one more test to pass and the last person refused it! However let me make it clear Bob you work for me as my deputy assistant. That is the lowest of the low Bob. Now I make lesbian porn movies but real ones! On my movies the girls really come my viewers insist! After all a woman knows when a girl is faking it! Any problems so far?" "No" "Good! Now part of your duties apart from my needs is to ensure that the actresses are ready to perform. Happy with that?" Bob was confused and looked blank so she said, "Male porn stars have someone on the set called a fluffer who gets them hard. Well on my sets its all female apart from one man and his job is to ensure the girls are wet and eager and sometimes to bring them off. We call him the wetter and that will be you!" Bob gasped at that and Sandra smiled and said, " Still want the job?" he considered carefully and realised that this was the only media job he had been offered and that after two years he would be experienced and able to get another position much easier so he said, " Yes! But how many and how often?" " Depends on the film and the girls! Most of the actresses I employ are mainly straight and girls do not push their buttons so you have too! However that is only part of your duties. You will be trained in all aspects of media as well by me! Plus baby you have to keep me happy understand!" Bob was confused and then blushed as he realised what the woman was getting at. However he loved sex and did not have a girlfriend at the minute and while she was ugly she was a woman so he nodded. Sandra smiled and said, " Good! Now your final test is to ensure you can do the wetting part of your duties! You can show me how you give head! Knell and lick me off honey!" And with that she pulled up her skirt and opened her thighs. Bob gasped at the sight of her large pale thighs and pussy covered in thick black matted hair. However he knelt and moved closer. Sandra did not taste over fresh as he got close but he moved closer and gently extended his tongue and licked her. She moaned and said, " More honey and deeper! I want to come!" Bob did as she ordered and was soon licking away. Sandra grabbed his head and pushed him hard against her so her pussy was in his mouth and he licked away as her thick juices filled his mouth. She came groaning after a few minutes and pushed him away. She stood and ordered him up saying, " Not bad at all baby! Now sign here honey! You start on Monday at ten!" Bob signed and when he had signed Sandra pinched his bottom and said, " Good! I am sure I am going to enjoy working you!" As the happy but slightly confused boy went home he wondered if she had meant working with him and hoped she had.


This is not the complete text

[Rabbit1]

Ok I am going to start posting the stories I have here on this thread---I will number them---If it is your story and you would like it published please contact me ---and I will tell you what I need for that particular story to be able to publish it or update it.

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I will post more tomorrow please do not reply to this thread---if one of the stories is yours just PM me or email me and let me know the # of the story at the top and I will do my best to work with you to get it published --I have over a hunderd of these

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IF YOU READ PART ONE YOU KNOW THAT THESE PEOPLE ARE SUPPOSED TO GO CAMPING IN THIS INSTALLMENT. FOR SOME REASON I’M NOT SURE OF THEY HAVEN’T YET.



A couple of years back, before her dad had become so fond of disciplining her, and prior to her seeing his violent nature emerging (although she figured out pretty quickly that her mom had experienced some pain at his hands by then) Cindy’s dad had, one day, taken her to a house a few blocks from their own home. Inside, she had waited in the living room while her father and the woman of the house, Nora Timmons, had gone into Nora’s bedroom. Cindy could here them in there fucking their brains out. She was young, but she had known what she was hearing. Cindy was shocked. She wasn’t just surprised her dad would be with another women; she was upset that he would make sure she knew what he was up to. She waited for him, embarrassed, angry and impatient. When he was through, he and Cindy got in his truck to go home.
“Mom would be so hurt,” she said, “It’s not right what you’re doing.”
He’d smiled. “I’ll ask Bob Timmons if he though your mom was upset.”
“He was at our house?”
“Uh huh.”
When they’d arrived home her mom had been angry and spoke in short, clipped, accusatory tones to her dad. Finally, she found some courage and got to what was on her mind. “I’m not some piece of property to pass around with your buddies,” she’d said, glaring at him. Her dad’s features clouded. He had roughly grabbed Cindy’s mom and taken her down to the basement. She could here him yelling at her down there and Cindy crept down the stairs and saw what he was doing to her. He took her mom to a work bench where he bent her hips over the rough thing and tied her wrists and ankles to the legs of the bench. He whipped her ass hard with his leather belt, yelling at her about doing a woman’s duty and what it means for a man to run the household. Finished with the beating, he got serious. He forced a length of ridged metal pipe into her rectum and began heating it with a blow torch.
“Gonna do what you’re told?”
“YES! YES! YES!” She started screaming for him to stop. “PLEASE! IT HURTS! OOOOWWWW!!!”
“You do as you’re fucking told!” He turned the torch off and watched his wife squirm in pain.
“I will! I will! I swear!”
“Fucking better. You think about your smart mouth for a bit.”
Cindy got out before her dad saw her. He came up the stairs alone, face a mask of pure rage and he left her mom tied up in the basement all night. Cindy thought about untying her but she imagined that metal rod in her own ass, glowing red with heat, burning her insides, her father taking off his belt to whip her and she couldn’t find the courage to interfere.

[Rabbit1]

He arrived early for their scheduled meeting and sat in his car sweating profusely. He wasn’t sure he could go through with it; terrified at the thought of meeting the Ebony goddess of his dreams. Part of him wanted to turn around and leave and never look back but this was the opportunity of a lifetime. He had jerked off and fantasized about an opportunity such as this for a very long time.

At exactly 8:00 he rang her buzzer. She lived in a luxury condo like he’d never seen before. She opened the door and welcomed him in. “Hello it’s a pleasure o finally meet you. Please do come in.” Her home was just as lovely as she was. She was wearing a silk dress the color of cinnamon and complemented her mocha colored skin. It hugged the curves of her body perfectly and showed off her magnificent behind as she walked in front of him to invite him to sit. She was gracious, “Would you care for a drink to calm you down, you look nervous.”

He shook his head, almost afraid to speak. His hands were sweating and he wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen so he has rather nervously and looked around at all the Black art and the exquisite furnishings, waiting for instructions.

She sat in a chair across from him and crossed her legs. He couldn’t help but stare at her bare feet with her toes painted red and all the way up to her shapely calves and thighs. She was making pleasant conversation but he wasn’t really paying attention, he was wondering how a gorgeous woman like that could even think about doing something as nasty and perverted as she had proposed to do.

He wouldn’t have to wait long to get what he desired. She grabbed her stomach and held it as her face showed signs of discomfort. “There’s no reason for small talk, you aren’t here because I want to be your friend. You came here for a reason and I’ve been holding this all day long and I can’t hold it much longer.” She stood up and came over to where he was seated on the sofa. She slowly turned around and lifted the back of her dress. “Put your face in there,” she instructed. As she nuzzled his nose in the crack of her panty covered ass, she let out a fart and he inhaled it like it was perfume. She stood up and said, “Let’s get to it, shall we?”

He stood as if in a daze. She led him to a bedroom and flipped the light switch. It had been converted to a playroom of sorts, not really a dungeon, but a definitely a room for some serious play. The walls were painted deep red and candles lit the room. The candles made the room a little warm for his taste and he felt himself starting to sweat.

“Take off your clothes and lay on the floor over there.” She pointed to corner of the room that had a rim seat attached to the floor. He undressed quickly and got into position. His hands covered his erection and he turned to see that she was getting undressed. All she had to do was unzip her dress and let it slide to the floor. She was breathtaking in the soft candlelight and he started stroking his cock as he saw her body of perfection. She wore a black bra and panty set made of lace and she bent over and slid the panties past her full hips. Her ass was the stuff dreams were made of and he could barely see the full lips of her pussy as she showed off her butt.

[Rabbit1]

An Inquisitive Federal Agent
East Coast Slaver Organization Story - XII
Chapter 10 – The Slaver’s Women (or Whatta Lifestyle)
Across town, in an upscale cosmetic surgery clinic, Doctor Joan Miller was still working on her latest project. “Actually,” she muttered to herself as she pulled yet another suture tight on the abused pussy widespread before her, “it’s a pain in the ass; I’ve been up all night working to save her life and put her back together again. I’m supposed to be keeping in shape for my next stint out in New Mexico.” She was angry for several reasons. Obviously, she was angry at the brutal damage that had been done to her unnamed subject. Her slaver friend had explained that he’d rescued her from two murderous thugs hired by the poor idiot’s own boyfriend, a married man with two daughters. Joan was happy that she’d seen with her own eyes the digital pictures of the now dead murderers. She paused in her mental tirade against stupid men to straighten out the swollen pussy lips to see if they’d been sewn up straight. “Don’t want scars down here,” she mumbled aloud as she visualized the next time that a big, fat cock thundered its way up the poor woman’s vagina. “Scars rip too easily,” she told herself, “they don’t stretch well at all.” Joan had repaired internal tears as well as bringing the shredded labia to the closest semblance of normal that she could, it has taken hours of painstaking surgery.

Gloria Waters was now the anonymous patient of a well-respected and married cosmetic surgeon. Certainly, Gloria was in talented medical hands; but there was some question as to what effect the doctor’s post-surgery recovery process might have on the patient. What few knew was that Doctor Miller was also a volunteer doctor at a local B&D club and that her very twisted psyche made her a dominate, a submissive, a Ponygirl Mistress, and even a Ponygirl herself. She was happily married to a rancher out west and she spent part of each month as respected cosmetic surgeon, part of the month as wife and dominate in charge of the slaves on her husband’s ranch, and part of the month as a helpless sextoy and a working Ponygirl on that same ranch. Doctor Joan Miller was a very complex, and beautiful woman. Gloria Waters would waken to find that her doctor owned her body and soul until she was fully healed from all her rounds of surgery, at least six to eight weeks away. Then she would begin service as a full-time slave to the man she tried to cheat out of hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Joan carefully disinfected the ripped-open breast meat on the unconscious woman’s right tit. It was very clear that it would take additional surgery to repair the areola and nipple to any semblance of normal. “What kind of nerve damage you have here is a question we will have to wait on for an answer,” she said softly, speaking to herself, mostly to remain calm at the damage to the woman’s body. Doctor Miller glanced up at the repairs she’d already made on the woman’s cheeks and tongue. There would be visible scars on the face to deal with latter on as well. She sighed and returned to work with scalpel and needle. “Whatta fucking mess! “

Finished with the first round of immediate repairs on the woman, Joan stripped off her surgical gloves and stretched. The move brought her swollen mounds forward and she couldn’t help but think of the two men who’d so modified her breasts. “When I begged Robert, the slaver, to let me ‘vacation’ at a Ponygirl training facility, I had no idea what I was in for. The new breasts he gave me are nice though.” Joan squeezed her breasts and thought of the difference it made when Robert (Robert Morgan – the name by which Joan knew Aaron Clarke) decided on his own to change them from a B to a full C cup. She squeezed them again and felt a twinge of passion that jetted from her swollen teats to her pussy. Joan moaned and hurried out of the operating room, it would take hours for her patient to begin to shake off the effects of the anesthesia, and she desperately needed to milk her boobs; besides, it was almost time for her mandatory 5:30 AM milking. She rubbed her tummy with one hand and held her bouncing boobs with her other, Joan was several months pregnant and she’d been lactating for five months, ever since she’d ‘allowed’ herself to be placed on a special hormonal diet by Joseph Loftus, her lean and domineering rancher husband.

Joan had returned from her ‘vacation’ trip out west newly married, weeks pregnant, and already with swelling hooters. Her formerly beautiful but pampered body had been sculpted into a precision running machine during her strenuous Ponygirl training. Several months after she returned to Miami, she’d traveled to the Saudi Peninsula for the adventure of a lifetime; a Ponygirl race impossible to finish. It was the grueling ‘Ocean of Fire’ [read E.C.S.O. – 11: A Race to End All Races], a thirty-five day race across more than a thousand miles of inhospitable burning desert, a certain path to death or slavery. Somehow, she and her new husband had not only survived the impossible race, they won it and returned to the states with money and slaves.

Her cramped run toward a well-secured, locked room at the back of the clinic was graceless and reminded her of how the changes in her body had already made her into an unlikely Ponygirl. It was almost 5:30 in the morning, and she didn’t dare be late. She locked the door behind her and desperately began to strip off her clothes. Her milk-swollen torpedoes were making her desperate; they were anything but the size B and then size C cup she’d had in her life before conversion to a Ponygirl. The hormones had puffed them up into obscenely heavy, meaty Double Ds at the least. The pressure made her glad she’d made it to her ‘milking room’. Joan barely took the time to lock the door behind her as she hurried toward her ‘milking station’.

Joseph Loftus, her fiancé at the time, found out before the start of the Ocean of Fire race that Joan had placed contraceptive slivers in his new Ponygirls, thwarting his plan to breed them and to make milk mares out of them. Ultimately, he realized that she had been correct in what she did; but nonetheless, he had to either punish Joan or take steps to ensure that she would follow even the orders she found distasteful. The ‘milking station’ was the result.

Completely designed and built from scratch to capture, milk, and inoculate lactating Ponymares, the frame was a piece of art that could best be described in common terms as a hyper-modified bicycle frame linked to a computer workstation and high-speed internet access. Three times a day, Joan straddled her milking station and kicked one bare foot into a self-locking stirrup. Then she grabbed a tiny set of handlebars and raised her crotch high up over a floppy six-inch long dildo. Desperate to get relief from the pressure in her breasts, Joan slammed her drooling cunt down a little too hard on the cock and grunted when her pubic area struck the tiny saddle extending an inch from the base of the cock on the sides and three inches forward and aft of the rubbery dildo. A click heralded the locking of Joan’s other foot in a stirrup.

[Rabbit1]

Full story now published ----- http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/c...hapterid=16115

Edna’s Basement

By Missy_Beauty1985and MillieTeases

Missy_Beauty1985 - ] - had the ideas for this story. Millie Teases put the words down and incorporated the edits Missy suggested. This is their first collaboration.

Chapter 1. Missy Revealed

Missy looked out the window and watched as her Mom got into Bob's truck.
He was kind of gross - when she'd let him earlier it was pretty clear that
he hadn't shaved that day and his fingernails were dirty and he smelled like
he'd been drinking beer. Her mom hadn't seemed to notice any of this - not
that she ever did these days - and had told Missy not to wait up when she
was walking out the door.

It was not like she would - it was Friday night and her Mom didn't work
on weekends, so she usually didn't come home until late on Sunday - if she came home at all. The idea that she would go to church never entered her head. And she made fun of Missy every time Missy would ask her to come to church or Sunday school.

Missy had started going to church not long after they had moved to Hillsboro. Mom and Dad had divorced, and Mom decided they should move back closer to her sister. But Aunt Jane and her family had moved away only a few months after they got there, and Missy was pretty shy, so she hadn’t made many friends at school. When a flyer came one day from the church that was a couple of blocks away, Missy asked her mother if she could go. Mom had, reluctantly, said yes. That was five years ago. Now Missy was a leader in the youth group, helped with the 4-year old Sunday school class, and had been the first in the church to sign the “pure until marriage” pledge.

Once Bob's car had turned the corner and driven out of site, Missy sat
down at her desk. She was feeling particularly lonely and upset that night. She'd
gotten the letter that day saying that Wesley Christian College had turned her down. She’d tried to have a good Christian attitude about it – after all, the letter had said that it was particularly difficult to turn down as many students as they had, and it encouraged her to apply again in a year, if she could get her grades up a little.

Well, there was always Alamance community college. As long as she lived at home she could avoid the temptations that living in a dorm would have provided. (Missy had heard terrible stories about life in public college dormitories – boys on the floor at all hours, all night parties with lots of drinking, and roommates who fornicated right in front of you.) She picked up her Bible and idly opened it up. There was always inspiration there.

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Tying, & Tickling a Campus Reporter.

Author’s Notes: This is fantasy, the name has been changed, and this is a role play via instant messenger. M/f

Part 1 – The Deal.

Just after I had showered & changed, someone knocked on my door one Saturday morning. I open the door, & standing in the hall is an attractive woman about my age. She introduced herself as one of the girls working for the campus newspaper. “I have practiced the art of being a queen of escape and I have heard you are a bondage master so I want to challenge you.” It isn’t every day an attractive woman comes to you door, & it's even rarer for her to challenge you to tie her up. So I reply, “Well now, come on in. This challenge sounds interesting.”

Mary: …but if I manage to get free I will expose you as a rubbish bondage master in the newspaper!!
Me: What's in it for me?
Me: I mean, shouldn't I get a reward if you can't get out?
Mary: Don’t be so confident, I will get out. And if I don't I will write an article on how good a bondage master you are, and it will probably attract more girls to come and challenge you.
Me: That still doesn’t seem enough. Let’s up the stakes a bit. If you can get out, I will pay you $100 in the form of this green paper I am pulling from my wallet. If you can’t get out, I will have a surprise for you.
Mary: What’s the surprise?
Me: Oh, it’s something that will take your breath away. What do you say, o overconfident one?
Mary: I accept! You’re not keeping me restrained! I am related to the great Henry Houdini!
Me: Okay then. What are the rules, Miss Houdini?
Mary: The rules are you can use as much rope as you want, but you can't tie me to something (not tied down or anything)
Me: I can only tie you to yourself, right?
Mary: Yes! So, do you dare?
Me: What about gagging you? After all, we wouldn't want to be interrupted outsiders.
Mary: Well, that's not really part of the challenge, but if you think it is necessary.....
Me: Sure it’s part of the challenge. If you called out & someone heard you, that person could help you get out. However, I wouldn't do it until I'm done. You’d be able to talk to me & tease me until I’m done. Oh yeah, is there a time limit for your escape?
Mary: lol It will not take me long
Me: Okay then, if you're so confident, we'll set it on 30 minutes, especially since I know your story is due in 2 hours.
Mary: Fine, we start when you want.
Me: All righty. I accept this challenge.
Mary: Cool, you want to do it in your dorm?
Me: No, too many workers, friends, & random people come here
Me: I know of a place. We'll go downstairs. Just let me get my book bag.
Mary: Ok, I will follow you.

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Marie’s Big Mistake: Case No. 11-198-9

By Will [email]

Marie sat in the back seat of the Dismay city police car, the tears were running down her face as she stared out into the dark. The blue and red lights on the roof of the car sliced through the blackness of the night and flashed ominously on her parent’s house.
Outside the car her mom and dad were pleading with the officers not to take her, but Marie had made a big mistake. Her heart was beating like mad and her mind was a blur, so many thoughts were racing through her head, she’d made a bad mistake and now all she wished was she could take it back, but it was too late. Tonight was supposed to be the night she had her cherry popped. It had been planned for months, but now it was all screwed up, and she knew it was her fault. Why did she threaten the teacher? Why did she accuse him of taking advantage of her? It was all a lie and she’d got caught. She’d done it out of desperation, but it had all turned out so bad, she knew that now, but it was too late.
Marie could feel the aching in the pit of her stomach, she wondered where Jack was, she felt the tingle in her sex despite the situation. Marie closed her eyes and thought about what should have happened tonight, what should be happening right now, she should be at the motel, pinned to the mattress and getting brutally fucked. She’d dreamt about so much, Jack’s big cock pounding into her, hurting her as he ripped away her virginity...

Jack stood in the distance watching Marie’s parents beg and plead with the cops. There was a mixture of anger and sadness in his heart, he didn’t know why Marie was in the police car, but he knew it couldn’t be good. He’d been looking forward to meeting up with her for so long. They’d met online and she was the perfect girl, so in need of being controlled and abused, it was going to be wonderful, Jack loved being in control and Marie was his dream come true. She was a good girl, no drinking, no smoking, he didn’t know what could have happened or why she was in the police car.
Jack stood in the shadows, so close to his girl, but so far away. He wanted so bad to know what happened, why the cops had come for her but he couldn’t, it was so frustrating and hurt so bad.

The police car drove away. Neither of the officers spoke to Marie as they got into the car and took her to the Detention center. She felt so bad seeing her parents crying as they took her away, but worse yet, she saw him there, Jack, her dream lover, he was standing alone in the darkness. Her heart felt like it was going to burst when she saw him, her mouth was dry and her head started to pound knowing that her mistake had kept her from him.
The drive was long and agonizing, Marie wanted so desperately for it all to be over. They were taking her to the detention center to be processed, and then she’d have her court date. Marie felt so cold and naked in her cute white tank top and her baggy sweat pants. Her nipples were hard and rubbed against the smooth cotton of her top. Marie didn’t have large breasts, but they were sensitive and she longed to touch herself, but she felt the pain of the cuffs biting into her back keeping her fingers from her aching nipples.
Marie closed her eyes and wished that it had been Jack that had cuffed her, she imagined his hard dick against her as he threw her down on the mattress and prepared to fuck her. Marie was a petite girl, about 5’3” and 110 lbs, she imagined Jack on top of her, his hand over her mouth keeping her quiet as he spread her legs, the cuffs biting into her wrists as he mounted her crushing her underneath him as his big dick was ready to thrust into her desperate, aching pussy.
The car slammed to a halt and Marie tried to stifle her moans of frustration. She’d come so close, yet she’d screwed it up. Why did she try and get back at the teacher, why, why?

Jack slowly pulled into the detention center with his lights off. He parked out of sight of the cops, but where he could see Marie being taken out of the back seat of the police car. Marie looked so delicate and scared between the two large cops. Jack liked the girl so much, and it wasn’t just about the sex. Over the months he’d come to love talking to her on the phone. She could be such a little brat, but

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My Negro Slave Story II

Slave # 7 was delivered 2 days later to with all the documentation done. His name was change to Buck Dow the property of MR &MRS DOW. As one of the hired overseer (white man) rode the wagon with the DOW’S new purchase property in front of the mansion Buck sat up at the sight of MR&MRS Dow. MR Dow said, “I could see the special penis harness is in place and the defiant look in Bucks eyes. Good that just the way I want him said MRS Dow in 4 weeks time he will be begging to fuck a White woman and lord knows we got a county full of NIGGER LOVEING White Woman who would play dearly for a piece of BUCK. Bring him in the basement, CAGE and Wash him down came the order from the porch.

For the next 3 weeks Buck was not allowed to see any other slave. His nights were spent chain in the mansion basement. Buck was work hard from sunrise to sun set training running, weight lifting, various exercise each day as if he was a champion prizefighter. Buck meals were that same as every other slave pork, grits, oats, all this was done with the special penis harness in place so he would not masturbate. After 2 weeks Buck look forward to the evening not only could he rest but he look forward to seeing MS DOW.
She had already begun to plant the idea that white woman were the sexiest ladies on earth
Each night she would visit buck in a lewd outfit

Bucks torment took several forms he would be chain to the wall with a dog collar around his neck, hands tied around his back he was place on his knees. MRS Dow and her Husband and 2 overseers with whips at their side would visit at night MRS Dow would perform a sexy strip tease for approx.1 hour. Having Buck smell the sweet perfume and looking at her Large White cleavage protruding from her outfits up close but not allowed to touch was taking his toll on Buck. Each time Buck thought he could put his lips on MRS Dow big teasing cleavage or breast he was severely slap. She taunted him with word like “ poor Buck you want to put those big coon lips on my big beautiful Tits” as she played with them causing them to almost pop out of her dress.

Once a week MRS DOW would allow Buck to CUM. She used this occasion to enforce the white woman dominance. Buck penis harness was removed although still chained to the wall MRS DOW would probe his mind with questions in her sweet southern drool “ Was you thinking about me while you were in the field today boy”. Buck franticly shock he head yes “ Was you thinking about my big white tits around your coon dick”. ” “Would you like me to jerk that coon dick off the way I did before? “Yes” came the word and tears ran down Buck face. MRS Dow continued with a evil grin she said to her overseers “ If I get a good report that Buck has work hard in the field I may let him fuck my Big white TITS” which brought laughter for the overseer and MR Dow

Buck saw the wooden stock being placed in the middle of the floor and know what it meant. He would have to walk over to it, bend down and put is head in the stock it would be fasten around his neck MRS DOW walk over to Buck pat him on the head and said to

MR Dow “Look at that Big horse Dick as she ran her hands over his entire body. Buck was shaking from sexual excitement. A blindfold was place of Bucks eyes. MRS Dow positions herself behind BUCK and lean her body on his butt She lube her hands with oil
And started stoking his raging 12 inch Dick. She torment Buck with word like “ tell me Buck do you think about me in the field ever think about my soft white pink lips around your dirty NIGGER DICK”. Or maybe you want to fuck my Big White ASS. Buck was severely trembling as MRS Dow hands flew up& down Buck massive Penis. Knowing it would NOT be long before Buck was to shot is load.

MRS Dow look at MR DOW who had a big grin on his face and said Honey don’t this look great I’m going drain this Big black baby maker. Just than BUCK tense up while MRS Dow right hand work faster. The overseers grab Buck to steady him MS Dow used booth hands in rapid session to extract 4 big loads of cum from Buck. As usual MS Dow used both hand to slowly extract a 5th glob of cum from BUCK who lay limp in the overseers hands. MRS Dow got up and walks toward her Husband showing him her right hand that was full of Buck cum. MS Dow said in her southern drool “Next week I’ll have that coon shooting his big load between my BIG old Tits

To be continued

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The New Eden Project

by Taskmaster of Women

Chapter One Arrival at New Eden

There were ten of us who set out on our mission to build a new Utopian society. We knew how deeply flawed the existing state of the world was, and we decided to turn our back on civilisation and found a new community, where we would live in a different way, in harmony with Nature and the planet. Well, at least that's how they told us things were going to be in New Eden. And, even though I'd long since learned that life was full of surprises, not even at my most paranoid could I ever have imagined what our new lives were REALLY going to be like. But I'm getting ahead of myself a bit.

Like I said, ten of us set out to build what we called the New Eden project. There were five girls and five blokes who (until we woke up the morning of our arrival) had been our boyfriends. They'd taken us out, done handyman jobs on our homes, wined and dined us by candlelight. They'd sweet-talked us and romanced us, and generally made us feel that we were the most important people in the world to them. Those were the days.

My name is Laura. I was Jim's girlfriend, and had been for the last three years. I thought he was completely trustworthy and that he loved me as much as I loved him. We often used to talk about how appealing it would be to leave the city and live in a self-sufficient community in the countryside.

Our friends thought the same as us, or at least, the girls did. Now, I wonder if the blokes just went along with us because they'd already had the whole conspiracy planned out. Or maybe the scheme they dreamed up came much later.

Anyway, we bought a large caravan and hooked it up to a 4x4. Then we went out on a holiday in the countryside. Living in London, you have to go miles and miles to see any real greenery, so we headed up far away. It was in the Highlands of Scotland that we eventually made camp.

The first time, everything went fine. Beautiful scenery, the men all kind and helpful and considerate, all of us having a good time - it seemed like Paradise. And we all enjoyed it so much that we vowed to go back again as soon as we could.

The place itself was in the middle of nowhere. Large areas of the Scottish Highlands are still completely uninhabited. By people, at least. And it was such a beautiful setting. We felt absolutely at harmony with Nature there and full of inner peace. Surrounded by mountains, with the smell of the heather all around, it seemed like a truly magical place.

We were all professional people, in our late twenties or early thirties. At 34 years old, Jim was the oldest, a junior solicitor. I was 31 and worked as a journalist. The rest of our team included an architect, a nurse, a social worker, a teacher, a policeman, a copywriter for an advertising firm, a junior doctor, an assistant editor in a publishing company, a librarian, and a junior researcher for the BBC.

It wasn't just that we fell in love with the place; we fell in love with the idea of creating a self-sufficient community out there in the wild and beautiful Scottish countryside. For two years we pooled our resources, all of us paying in a sum of money each month to a new bank account we set up, and called "The New Eden Project."

For two years we pooled our resources, till at last, a few days after my 31st birthday, Jim asked us all to meet together to discuss the project.

"We've managed to get together a quarter of a million pounds," he told us. "Let's go and buy that land and make our dreams come true!"

We were all so excited, and for weeks later us girls could talk of nothing else when we met. What the boys talked about, of course, we know now, but at the time, we thought they felt the same way about the project as we did.

Anyway, we all gave in our notice, and travelled up in the caravan to the Scottish Highlands. It was going to be more than just a holiday this time - it was going to be a dream come true. And, I suppose, from the point of view of the blokes, it DID turn out that way. For us poor ladies, though, it turned into, not a wonderful dream, but a living nightmare, a hell on earth.

I suppose I should introduce the rest of the party. Like I said, I'm Laura, aged 31, 5ft 10 inches tall and weigh 154 lbs. I've got hazel eyes and naturally red hair. Till I REALLY loused up on this one, you'd probably have called me the most sensible of the five girls, too. Jim is 31, 6ft 1 tall, with jet black curly hair and weighing 196 lbs. Then there's Carol, Cass to her friends, who's got mousey brown hair, and stands 5ft 9 inches tall, weighing in at 182 lbs. Not fat, either; she's a fitness fanatic and has more muscles on her than loads of blokes I've met. She's the junior researcher for the BBC. Then there's Elaine, who's 5ft 6, 140 lbs, with natural blonde hair and blue eyes. She works as a copywriter for an advertising agency. There's Melissa, who's 5ft 2, 128lbs, with chestnut brown hair and grey eyes. She's the nurse. The last of us girls, though not necessarily the least, is Zoe, 5ft 5, 140lbs, with jet black hair and dark piercing eyes. She's the social worker. As for the blokes, Jim was the leader of the project. There was also Tim, a junior doctor, aged 29, 5ft 10, 182lbs; Alan, a policeman, 30, 6ft 2, 210lbs; Maurice, the architect, 28, 5ft 9, 194lbs; and Colin, the librarian, 26, 5ft 7, 180lbs.

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TEARDROPS

I’ve decided to start this journal before the events that have happened become too foggy in my mind to remember clearly. I do not know for whom I tell my story; maybe for me to read in the coming years, to remind myself of who I was, where I came from, although I’m beginning to suspect I won’t care. It’s taken me an inordinate amount of effort just to start this—God knows if I’ll ever finish it.
My name is Lysette Kines, of Earth, Canadian born. As part of my undergraduate degree, which I had nearly completed, I signed up for a foreign exchange field study program to Charassa. Charassa is a sparsely inhabited planet in the Sieran system, with wide tracts of uncharted desert along the equator. Only the more temperate poles are inhabited. The rock there is rich in a dozen ores, or so I was told, and ComExCo mining held the rights. It was to Anleyville, near the north pole, that our drop ship was coasting, when the spreadwing malfunctioned during reentry.
There were a dozen of us on board, two students beside myself, the rest ComExCo employees, plus the three crew. The men from ComExCo were ogling me and the other female student pretty fiercely, and I remember feeling embarrassed and mortified. I don’t remember why—maybe it was because of the ogling, but that doesn’t make sense to me now. Anyway, the pilot and copilot did their best as we corkscrewed down toward the orange surface, trying to slow our descent. I was screaming, maybe not

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THE AMY TAKAMOTO STORY


Amy Takamoto, the pretty twenty-three year-old desk clerk at the hotel, was becoming worried about her friend Misaki Kato who had fallen ill earlier in the evening. She had become so terribly tired that the security people in the hotel had taken her to one of the guest rooms to let her lie down and sleep for a while. It had now been more than two hours since they took her to a guest room. Amy decided to go and check on Misaki to see if she was okay. One of the other staff had seen which room she was taken to and had told her the room number. It was one of the soundproof rooms on the traffic side of the hotel.

Amy used her master key to open the door and enter the room. As she stepped into the darkened room and allowed the door to close behind her, she was suddenly grabbed by the hair and her head was pulled backwards by a powerful man. She felt the stun gun in his other hand as he held it against the small of her back.

“Well, well, what have we here?” he said, as he grabbed the frightened Amy by the hair.

He pushed Amy further into the room and allowed her to see the spread-eagled, naked form of Misaki, now sleeping quietly within her restraints on the bed.

“What have you done to her,” Amy asked, “is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” he told her, “I tickled her for a while and now she’s asleep. She’ll wake up in a while.”

“Now, I will allow you to choose,” he told her, “I want you to remove your clothes and lie down on the other bed. You can take them off yourself and lie down on your own, or I can use this stun gun in the small of your back to knock you out so that I can do it for you. What’s it going to be?”

“No, I’ll do it,” she told him, asking “What are you going to do to me?”

She started to remove her uniform, folding each piece carefully and placing it on a chair, while the man watched from the little hallway leading to the door, her only way out of the room.

“Your friend and I had a little fun together as I tickled various parts of her body,” he said, “and she seemed to enjoy herself. I think you and I should share a similar time. And it would be such a waste if we didn’t use the other bed.”

“Please don’t,” Amy pleaded, “I’m so ticklish!”

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I knew from the start of this plan he really hated it. That only made me want it more. It was time to open some new doors in

this relationship and see where they lead. He and I had started earlier in the day. Nothing unusual. He was tied to the bed

and had already serviced me 3 or four times, I tend to lose track and not count. I had just untied him to assume the position

for his flogging when we heard the car door slam. We were not surprised, we expected her! She on the other hand had no idea

what was in her future.

He had planned to get her to the bedroom by making her think there was something wrong with his leg, with his history, it

should work. What a fool she would feel like when all she sees are the cane marks on the back of them from earlier. He yelled

to her, no answer. He called a second time, this time a reluctant "What?" spoken as a half groan returned. He then called to

her "Come help me, I think I blew my knee out" You could hear her stir, but still get in no hurry.

She walked in the room, looked around suspiciously, he rushed her and put the pillow case over her head. "What the hell is

going on? Stop fooling around" she said. She wasnt taking him seriously. He wrapped her hands behind her back and quickly

handcuffed them. "Will, this is a bad joke, it aint funny" She said louder. "Would you SHUT UP you little slut" I said

loudly, but not quite yelling as I stuffed part of the pillow case in her mouth to form a gag. "There, at least that way I

dont have to hear her". You could tell by her body language she was confused and a little frightened. "Tie her up tight, we

don't want the little bitch to get away." She started to struggle and I could see in your eyes that you were taking no

pleasure in this, but you knew better than to disobey me. Her ankles were tied and she was shoved onto the bed. I was

wearing my Black Mini Skirt and one of your White button up Shirts, not buttoned, but tied in a knot just below my breast.

Black Silk stocking and black high heeled shoes. You could never say no to me, especially when I

was dressed like this.

"Get her clothes off and take the pillow case off, but shove her panties in her mouth. I Don't feel like hearing her bitch

and whine. You have to listen to it, but I don't." You are carefully taking her clothes off, when I walk up with scissors

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THE FAMILY SLAVE

Chapter I

It was a bright Saturday morning. Lisa had just gotten out of bed and was getting ready to take a shower before heading down stairs. It was the 1st day of summer and Lisa had just graduated High School. She had turned 18 several weeks before and was not only looking forward to college, but was getting ready to take her senior trip to Canada. Lisa was redheaded and very fair skinned, so her and her 3 best friends decided to go to Canada instead, so Lisa would not have to worry about getting sunburned. She walked to her bathroom and disrobed, looking at her naked body in the full length mirror. “God I love my body” Lisa said in a low voice, talking to herself. Lisa was very pretty by anyone’s standards. She was 5’ 6 inches tall and weighed no more than 105 lbs. As she turned side ways, she took notice of how long her bright red hair had gotten. It was now down to the top of her Butt cheeks, curly and full of body. She loved the way her red hair looked. She had always gotten compliments on how her hair was long, thick, and beautiful. She also loved her breast and ass. She knew her breasts were huge, but being only 105 lbs, she also knew they looked even bigger. They did hang slightly, but were not saggy. She played with her nipples and got them erect immediately. She liked the way her nipples stood out: a good inch and a half when rubbed. Her smooth legs blended well into her ass. Her ass was plump, but not wide. It complimented her breasts perfectly, sticking out just as far behind her, as her breasts did in front of her. Her favorite part of her body was her pussy. She loved not only her big lips and clit, but the fiery red hair that surrounded it. She was not like most girls her age that shaved down there. She loved the color of her hair, on top of her head and on the bottom. She made sure it stayed hairy right below her under garments, all the way between the crack of her ass. The few boys that she had been with definitely did not complain. She even liked pulling it. For some reason it gave her a sensation in her belly. “Well,” she thought, “might as well get my shower in and start this day out!” Lisa jumped in the shower and proceeded to begin the day, just like any other Saturday. Once Lisa got dressed (which on Saturdays was her usual sweat pants and tee shirt), she trotted down the stairs looking forward to breakfast and coffee with her mom, dad, and brother. Unfortunately for her, breakfast was not on the agenda. When she made it down stairs, her parents and brother were sitting in the living room, facing an empty chair, looking very serious and disturbed. “What’s going on?” Lisa said as she rounded the corner, “is everything OK?” By the look of her parents face, Lisa was worried that a family member may have been hurt or in trouble. “Lisa,” her mom said, “sit down in the chair, we need to talk with you.” Lisa had never seen or heard her mom so serious. “Did I do something?” Lisa was starting to get kind of worried now. She started thinking if she had done anything recently that she was trying to hide, that maybe now was found out. As she thought, nothing came to her mind. “Lisa, just sit down, we need to talk about your future.” Her dad spoke, not cracking a smile. She did not understand what he was talking about, but she could tell by the evil smile her 19 year old brother Kyle had on his face, that she was about to be educated. Her mom was sitting in the middle of the couch, facing the chair that Lisa was sitting in. Her dad was to her left and her brother to her right. Before Lisa could ask again what was going on, her mother pulled out a book that looked very familiar to Lisa.

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