Princess Ransom
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Conversely, if this is your cup of tea, so much so that you think you should try hurting someone in real life, please reconsider, as you are too stupid to get away with it and too soft for prison, where you will be raped more savagely than even my twisted mind could imagine. If, however, you are somewhere in the middle, then please enjoy... Botched Ransom “How old are you, Chrissy?” asked the man. He was stroking her hand as he said it. “I’m twenty,”...
The three women reappeared at Drew’s apartment nearly two hours after they left. They were laden with various colored bags and a few boxes. The contents excited them so much that they had to unpack each to show Drew and Micah what they had purchased. “How’s your checking account?” Micah asked Drew with a chuckle as the women displayed the various garments, undergarments, sleepwear, lingerie, shoes, and accoutrements amid excited chatter and much giggling. “It’ll be okay,” Drew replied. “One of...
Group SexWarning: this story contains graphic rape and murder. Don't read it if this isn't your cup of tea. Conversely, if this is your cup of tea, so much so that you think you should try hurting someone in real life, please reconsider, as you are too stupid to get away with it and too soft for prison, where you will be raped more savagely than even my twisted mind could imagine.If, however, you are somewhere in the middle, then please enjoy...Botched Ransom?How old are you, Chrissy?? asked the man. He...
I'm sitting in a booth at my favorite watering hole nursing a beer, waiting for my dinner to materialize This was a treat that I gave to myself a couple of times a week. I had always been conservative and almost a recluse as I moved out of my parents' home into my own cottage. I had no girlfriend at the time and I was lonely. It's been a long time since I graduated college. I left heartbroken as my fiancé ditched me for some jock on the football team. As a result, I hid out and built up my...
He suddenly had a fistful of her hair to make her cooperate. She was whimpering into his unsympathetic eyes and curling under his body towering over her. When he asked her again if she’d be quiet, she nodded quickly and sniffled.He let go of her hair and ran his fingers through it instead.Then he cupped his hand on her cheek.He was smiling. His eyes were still squinty and mean so she thought this was a sadistic smile.“Your parents are cooperating, Jackie,” he said to her.She panted as he inched...
TeenThe warm spring gave way to a beautiful summer. Elle never got tired of the view out of the prince’s windows. It was something even a slave was permitted to enjoy. Three months had passed, the green trees became fuller and fruit was budding in the castle’s orchards. Elle realized that she had changed a great deal as well. She awoke, naked, in the arms of her enslaver. She could not deny her passion for Prince Adam. She loved just about everything about her tall blond captor. He had in fact been...
It all started with that damned add. BBC here with an expertise in seducing wives. If she is out there I will get her. I have over a ninety percent success rate. I am 6’4 220 and all muscle with a eleven inch cock. Send me a message and we will start.Well it wasn’t really the best add I have seen. I have been surfing cuckold websites for a couple of years now and it had almost become an addiction. I just couldn’t help myself. There was something about seeing a big black man fucking a little...
"Joey!" Tess voice sounded from the living room. "Quick! Come down!" The urgency in his sister's voice made Joey run downstairs. He had just returned from the extensive testing at the hospital. He found Tess staring at the TV. A local news reporter was speaking into the camera, in a voice awed by his own importance. "Police confirmed the injured person as Karen Langner, the life partner of Assistant District Attorney Maureen Darling. Sources have confirmed that Ms. Langner was rushed...
“How come Martha is invited to the wedding and the reception?” the bride inquired of her husband, “and what is the real quarrel between you. How did it start?” “It started because I wouldn’t tell her my baptismal name, and expected her to call me Mr. Ransome, as most of the community do. My chief argument with her is that she then tried to make me look mean and foolish in public. She failed, of course, most spectacularly in the most blatant case, the famous episode of the five pence piece....
And so the happy couple left the reception in a smart Rolls-Royce with a chauffeur driving, separated from them by a sound proof screen. “Now will you tell me where we are going?” asked Jennifer. “Let us agree on one thing once and for all,” David replied, “You promised in church to ‘obey’ did you not?” “Yes, but that is just in the form of the service, isn’t it?” “Only if the Bishop was not told specifically to exclude it. Most couples leave it out nowadays.” Jennifer thought for a...
David slipped into the back of the church unnoticed just as the service was starting. During the service he was wondering what sort of a welcome he would receive after an absence of three years if he joined the rest of the congregation for coffee in the church hall. Start as you mean to go on, he thought, If I am here hunting for a bedmate I should make myself agreeable to all the eligible ladies while I choose, and if necessary pursue one or more of them. The one noticeable change to the...
We will now relate what was passing in the house of the king's attorney after the departure of Madame Danglars and her daughter, and during the time of the conversation between Maximilian and Valentine, which we have just detailed. M. de Villefort entered his father's room, followed by Madame de Villefort. Both of the visitors, after saluting the old man and speaking to Barrois, a faithful servant, who had been twenty-five years in his service, took their places on either side of the...
Jennifer, the Vicar’s live in ‘friend’ at the vicarage had decided that she needed to do something with her life. Oddly enough this was as a result of listening to Martha, the Vicar, rehearsing a sermon on helping others and not just hiding away from other people’s needs. It made her realise that all she ever did was let Martha slake her lesbian lust, and while that also gave her some sexual satisfaction it really wasn’t a very fulfilling life. What have I ever done that matters? she...
Back at the vicarage Martha was racking her brains as to how she could change Jennifer’s mind. She realised the futility of that when Jennifer came into the room and asked in all sincerity, “Martha, I know we had some lovely sessions together, and you will always be my special friend. We’re getting married on 5th January. Will you be my bridesmaid, please? I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have.” “What on earth do you think I am?” demanded Martha, “I will no way be a bridesmaid at this...
Hi this is Lalita again. I’m glad you liked my previous stories and do keep responding. This story was told to me by my friend Nisha so I cannot say whether this is true of fake. Although, she says it happened. I’ll be writing this story as Nisha. This I’m Nisha. I’m a Punjabi girl. I’m very fair, and my stats are 34-26-36. I’m currently doing a job but my story happened when I was doing my 12th STD in college. I had a secret fling with my math professor in college. He was around 36 yrs old...
Two days after, a considerable crowd was assembled, towards ten o'clock in the morning, around the door of M. de Villefort's house, and a long file of mourning-coaches and private carriages extended along the Faubourg Saint-Honore and the Rue de la Pepiniere. Among them was one of a very singular form, which appeared to have come from a distance. It was a kind of covered wagon, painted black, and was one of the first to arrive. Inquiry was made, and it was ascertained that, by a strange...
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The following week they met again, apparently by chance. “We really can’t go on meeting like this,” he said, smiling, “People will start talking about us.” She returned his smile and offered, “Well, when they are talking about us, they won’t be talking about anyone else, now will they?” “I know. Let’s make it obvious. Come and have a cup of coffee with me, please,” he asked. “Erm, well, where exactly?” she seemed very doubtful. He decided it was time to see how submissive she was. “Here,...
On the Monday of the week after the party, Chris appeared at the door to Section 2 and asked to visit David. Security refused to allow him in to the building because he was not cleared to know what was done there. “I can telephone him from here and tell him you are here,” said the guard on duty, “but I’ll only do that because I know what happened last weekend.” Then he picked up the desk ‘phone and pressed one button. When he got an answer he said, “Sorry to trouble you sir, but I have Mr....
David was rather surprised to get a ‘phone call from Gillian a couple of weeks later to say that Phoebe had just rung her and hinted that another dinner date with David and herself making up the foursome would be very welcome. “What did you say to her?” he asked. “I didn’t know what to say, so I told her I’d think about it. I didn’t tell her we were meeting several times each week in case you wanted her as well as having me, Master.” “Ring her back and tell her you don’t know how you would...
When Phoebe’s taxi drew up at David’s house it was five to six and she decided that it was fine to be a few minutes early. Contrary to her expectation the door was locked and when she turned round the taxi had just driven away. She stood bewildered, then decided to ring the bell, which elicited no response. She was just wondering whether he had been held up, or changed his mind when she heard the lock click on the door, and her watch confirmed that it was indeed fifteen seconds before...
In the coffee session after the service David surveyed the members of the congregation and was pleased to see that there were several he remembered, and among them were some who had helped with his wife’s last illness. The churchwarden and the Vicar arrived as he was still standing in the church hall doorway. “Of course many of the congregation have rushed off home for Sunday lunch,” Martha remarked, desperately trying to ingratiate herself, “So I have started a regular coffee morning on...
It was the following morning when Amanda rang David again in the office. Her opening sentence was, “I have done my duty. Now it’s your turn, preferably today What time can you come to my place and sort out Yvonne’s punishment?” David thought and then said, “I have a couple of things to do here first. I could be at your place about half past three or four o’clock, will that do?” “Fine, and thanks again in advance.” I’d better take my old slipper with me, otherwise my hand may hurt like hell...
When David arrived at Amanda’s on the agreed day for the next session he was greeted by the sight of Yvonne lying on her back on the floor with her wrists handcuffed to the bottom of the dining chair legs and her ankles handcuffed to the top of the back of the chair. His made him wonder why she did not just tip the chair sideways as the first move to escaping Then he realised that the chair itself was fastened to the back of the sofa, making it much too heavy for her to tip over. Her shoes...
Some few weeks later Amanda rang him again and asked for another meeting, “Don’t worry, I only want advice this time, and a little help with an interrogation.” “All right, but at my house this time please.” About seven that evening the door bell rang and mother and daughter were on the step. “Come in,” he invited. They all sat in the kitchen and Amanda ordered her daughter to tell David what she had revealed to her that afternoon. “No don’t tell me,” he said, “Let me guess. You are...
The churchwarden was pleased that Jennifer had turned up at the coffee morning and was rather grateful that Martha wasn’t there. He knew she was quite capable of making a scene impetuously and regretting it afterwards. These young female clergy, he shook his head in disapproval at the thought, never think of any consequences. They just rush in where angels... He had explained to David what she had asked him but David said, “I didn’t do any of the setting up. That was all done by the...
Martha was being her usual obnoxious self to David, and even more so to Jennifer and David as a couple whenever she encountered them together. Some six weeks after Jennifer and David had first slept together matters came to a head when Martha tried to order Jennifer to leave the table David was at during coffee after the church service and to sit with her and some of the older ladies of the congregation. “Leave me alone,” Jennifer said, “I want to sit here.” “Well I want you to sit over...
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The red hair was unmistakeable and ten minutes later they sat down on the bank as Harry and Ginny (who were dating) walked up to them. "Hey guys" Ginny said in a bouncy giddy voice she always used now it got even giddier when she was with Harry. "Hey" Ron replied "we were just heading back to school for lunch" "Bah that's dull" said Ginny almost actually bouncing now "come with us we're going to the forbidden forest" "You know the forest is forbidden for a reason" Hermione...
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Once upon a time.... All my life I had always feared God. Growing up I thought he personally stared down at from Heaven watching my every move, listening to my every thought. It was this fear that has always kept me on the straight and narrow and given me my morale courage. My only sorrow is that I was unable to pass this fear down to my children and from this, there will be no retribution. I am surely damned as if I had spent a lifetime of murder and greed. With this knowledge I don't...
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The man sat at a corner table in the coffee shop surreptitiously eyeing off the woman sitting on a stool at bar. She was dressed in a navy blue suit; her jacket was open, revealing well-formed breasts swelling her white satin blouse, which opened to the second button so that a hint of lace bra was displayed. Her legs were crossed and her skirt had ridden up revealing most of her well-formed thighs atop long legs encased in sheer flesh-toned hose. He thought he could make out a subtle seam...
Story: #47 Copyright ©2010 Written: October 02 2010 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************* ~~!! NOTE !!~~ This story is bassed on a fictional town within the game Second Life called Stepford, I would like to thank Ariana RoeCastle, Emilie Muggins & Jerrol Jarvinen of Stepford for thier approval of this...
Clifford sat up in bed feeling the warm body lying next to him. He looked down at the shape in the near darkness. Janet. Christ, why did it have to be this way? He had loved Tracy, he still did. So why was he in Janet's bed? Why did he have sex with her? Four times? Not one of them was anything like the times he had been with Tracy, and yet... He got out of bed and made his way to the window, padding in his bare feet across the carpet. He slowly pulled open the curtains and looked out at...
The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies by Sarah Barndt I was once a normal, heterosexual male. That is, I was until I happened upon the town of Stepford. I was spending a few weeks there, installing some equipment at Stepford Pharmeceutical Labs, for the company I worked for. I had recently broken up with my fiancee and was glad to be back on the road as a working engineer. I enjoyed it, but Stepford was odd. All of the men wanted to ask me about my sex life when I...
All my life I had always feared God. Growing up I thought he personally stared down at from Heaven watching my every move, listening to my every thought. It was this fear that has always kept me on the straight and narrow and given me my morale courage. My only sorrow is that I was unable to pass this fear down to my children and from this, there will be no retribution. I am surely damned as if I had spent a lifetime of murder and greed. With this knowledge I don't feel fear anymore, just...
Wendy was not surprised to run into David when she next went to Best’s supermarket, as she knew it was usually at the same time on a Tuesday morning, when she knew it would be quiet in there. She had thought of changing the day or the time but decided that he was relatively harmless despite his cross-questioning her the last time they met, and she would not be pushed into busier times or days just to avoid him. As usual, he had a trolley full of much more expensive items than her pitiful...
“Now,” he continued, “Your hours are whatever they need to be, and you decide that. Your pay is ten per cent over the government approved Living Wage with a minimum of 20 hours a week payable. That should help a lot, especially as you can get one good meal a day here and I’ll throw in a season ticket from Greenacres to here on the bus. I will provide the necessary protective clothes, like aprons, gloves and so forth.” “That’s very generous. I accept,” said Wendy, “but one good meal a day...
The next week they met ‘by accident’ as they shopped at about the same time as usual. As it happened she was not averse to meeting him again as he seemed a nice, respectable and respectful person. In her straitened circumstances she never went out and so never met anyone to talk to from one week’s end to the next. Besides that he had paid for last weeks’ groceries, seeming not to notice the cost, and she was becoming desperate for funds. For his part David was definitely interested in...
Sure enough, early the next morning Gillian rang him at work to apologise for inviting Phoebe and to protest at him paying for what was supposed to be their treat. “Meet me for lunch and we can discuss it,” he offered, thinking, Every opportunity to fall into my web. “Not today,” she answered, “but Chris is off on a site visit all next week, so perhaps Monday?” Got you, David thought as he agreed to meet her at a well known pub some distance from the office. As there were no particular...
One day as they were about to sit down to one of their now frequent dinners, after which he was due to drive her back to her house, he said, “You know, Wendy, I would love to have some wine with my dinner tonight, but I can’t do that and drive you back afterwards. How about if you stay in the guest room for tonight?” “Well, I don’t want to spoil your dinner, so I can order a taxi to take me home.” “That’s silly. If you don’t yet trust me enough to stay here I’ll manage without the...
The first week in November he was doing his regular weekly grocery shop in Best’s supermarket when he first noticed her. She had only a small basket, in contrast to the trolley he always used, and in that basket were only small sizes of each item, and only the supermarket’s “Best’s Value” range, which were, of course, the lowest priced, lowest quality of their three ranges, “Best’s Quality”, “Best’s Buy” and “Best’s Value”. Then he spotted that she was hovering by the price reduced shelves...
David surprised Wendy the following Monday by telling her that she could add his study to her cleaning routine, “But don’t touch anything on my desk. That is important.” “Why do you think you need to tell me that I shouldn’t touch your desk?” she replied. I’d better make my dominance felt, he thought so he said, “If you are going to work for me you need to obey without always questioning me. Of course, you are at liberty to leave this job at any time.” Wendy was very worried by this...
The furniture was positioned so that it was natural for them to sit side by side on the sofa, and she simply sat where David indicated, next to him. He murmured, “Allow me,” as he put an arm round her shoulders in a comforting manner when she sat next to him. This quickly became a habit, and David didn’t ask permission, any more; he just assumed that she would sit next to him and lean companionably against him. It went on like this for a fortnight or so, until they watched, for want of...
As it happened, and not quite by chance since they both shopped there quite regularly, they met again in Best’s supermarket as David was perusing the fish counter. Nothing ventured, he thought and said, “Excuse me, but might I ask your advice?” “Mine?” Wendy asked. “Yes. I’m sorry but I’m thinking of making myself a fish pie. I did so enjoy them when my wife made them, and I thought I would try, but I can’t decide which to use, cod or haddock, smoked or fresh, and dyed or plain. Do you...
The next step on his plan to seduce her was to buy her personal clothing, rather than the work items she had accepted without any real argument. Taking the spare overall into a respectable women’s clothes shop, one run by a local, not part of a chain, he inquired about simple underwear, knickers, brassières, slips, and so forth to fit a lady the size to wear that overall. This got him some very odd looks, but when he mentioned the budget he wanted to spend there was immediate attention and...
It was after a week of shots of her in the flimsy nightwear, “I really would like to try some life studies,” David said, “Nudes, you know. How do you feel about at least one of the nightdresses without the underwear under it, as a first step towards that?” Wendy felt the inevitability of this progression, but decided that as he had not made the slightest move to touching her, contenting himself with verbal instructions as to where and how to pose, she would go along with it. “Well, won’t...
David suggested, “This is silly,” as Wendy was about to go to bed one evening in April after they had spent the evening on the sofa watching television while gently masturbating each other. “What is silly?” she asked. “Pleasuring each other but not sleeping together,” he said, and then hardening his voice to what she knew meant an order rather than a request, “If you get yourself on the pill it would be quite safe.” Her heart leapt at this and she replied, “I went on just after I started...
The Real Stepford Wives Brown Sugar by Sarah Barndt I was once a normal, heterosexual male. That is, I was until I happened upon the town of Stepford. I was spending a few weeks there, installing some equipment at Stepford Pharmaceutical Labs, for the company I worked for. I had recently broken up with my fiancee and was glad to be back on the road as a working engineer. I enjoyed it, but Stepford was odd. All of the men wanted to ask me about my sex life when I visited 'the...
For the following Sunday Gillian invited David over to her place, saying. “Chris spends the whole morning organising football training for the little ones.” “When does that start?” he asked. “Ten. He leaves at about half past nine. We could have a couple of hours before he gets back, then I’ll cook lunch, then Chris would like to watch you make love to me if you don’t mind?” “I won’t come to make love to you, but I’d enjoy fucking you again,” David said to make his attitude completely...
After lunch David simply said, “Leave the dishes,” and led Gillian, still wearing only her apron, to the stairs where he stood aside and motioned her to go up ahead of him. Another test, he thought, reaching out and groping her buttocks as she went up the stairs in front of him. Looking back he called, “Chris, are you coming to watch?” “Yes Master, if it is allowed?” came the reply. “Of course. Whenever I use your wife you can watch if you are free, and if you want to do so. I expect that...
As David was about to leave after a quicky session one evening Gillian said, “Have you got a moment?” “Yes, of course. Is this to do with Chris moving to London and taking a job with the Ministry of Defence?” Gillian sat down suddenly, as she had not realised that David knew of the proposed move. “Did he tell you?” she asked. “No. The Ministry’s security people came asking questions.” “Oh. What questions?” “Well their main concern was whether you would be going with him or staying here...
The following week the interaction with Penelope Huxtable was predictably brief. David tried to open a conversation with her by commenting on the weather. Her response to his, “Nice day, isn’t it?” was brief and to the point, “I have little interest in the weather,” and she turned to her neighbour and began to discuss where she could find a permanent supply of genuine Blue Mountain coffee. Fortunately he was rescued by Julia Gore saying, sotto voce, “Ignore her. She despises most people...