Brainwave of Horror Ch 1
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The Brainwave of Horror Ch. 2: A Trilogy of Tales of Terror to Titillate and Traumatize
A man watches his wife and daughter turned into whores, a woman watches her control crumble as those around her turn into … things, a young man watches his mother survive in a world where sex is not reviled, better watch YOURSELF on … Halloween.
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn’t be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals — do not try any of this at home.
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Author’s Rambling:
For the author, the third tale was the most fun (it probably shows), although the first had some bright moments. The second tale is for whomever it’s about power as much as it’s about sex.
Live well!
Intrusion of the People Snatchers (mc, ff, extraterrestrial worms)
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Discourse: You stagger uphill shouldering a heavy pack. If a fellow traveler lifts that pack off your shoulders, is he taking your pack, or giving you relief from your burden? The taking or the giving — this has always been the quandary of mankind. When evicted from Eden, was paradise taken from us, or free will given to us? Perhaps the answer can only be found … on Halloween.
———-
They’re coming.
The Taggert girl and I are huddled in the dark under one of the tables in Conway’s chemistry lab, but that won’t help for long. They’re surrounding us, searching for us.
And soon … they’ll find us.
And then ….
I’ll kill myself before I give into them. They’re THINGS! Things in human costume. And I … will not become one of them. Even if I have to … even if ….
I squeeze my hand around the knitting needle I hold to reassure myself. I took it from Cecilia’s desk just after they turned her, and it is my way out of this if needed. I won’t let them turn me, not into a THING. I’ll place the needle between my third and fourth ribs and drive it into my chest if I have to.
But then … what of my family? My husband? My eight-year-old son and six-year-old daughter? Will the children be safe? Or will these things take over them, no matter how young? Or will the children be penned up like cattle until puberty and taken then?
Ohgod, help us please ….
———-
(One day earlier)
‘I think that we can reach her if we keep trying,’ Angela Garretson said in her soft melodious voice. ‘I was talking with her the other day and she seemed to really open up.’
‘You’re just wasting your time,’ I sighed. ‘The girl will never amount to anything. Except trouble.’
Angela frowned. She and I had butted heads on this topic before. ‘You can’t just wash your hands of the ones you don’t like, Deborah.’
‘And YOU shouldn’t waste your time on the bad kids — it just reinforces their bad behavior. And it makes it hard for the rest of us that have to put up with them in our classrooms.’
‘One, she’s not a bad kid. She’s just different from you, and that doesn’t make her bad. And two, she’s trying to find herself. That’s what teenagers DO. It’s what they’re SUPPOSED to do.’
‘She turned 18 at the end of January,’ I sighed. ‘If she doesn’t like being coddled here, she can go try her hand in the real world. Wind up selling her body on the street corner.’
Angela tightened her mouth and looked off to the side.
I pushed it: Angela needed to be yanked back into line. ‘And people like you make it harder for people like us to do our jobs. If it were up to me, the Taggert girl would tow the line, or she would be out of here the next day. And she would know this, and she would make her choice. But then people like you come along and make things muddy. After listening to you, she thinks she might be able to be bad and get away with it, might even be rewarded for it. You make things hard for the girl. Now instead of being able to make a clean break and go on with her life of prostitution and drugs, she wonders if she might have a place– ‘
‘Deborah,’ Angela snapped back, ‘YOU are NOT the final arbiter of who gets to stay in school and who gets relegated to a lifetime of prostitution. Fawn is a smart girl — she got 1300 on her SATs.’
‘She has both nipples pierced and comes to school braless! She looks like she’s had each boob stapled! I don’t want the slut in my classroom.’
‘Maybe she doesn’t want you there, either.’
‘Well,’ I smiled, ‘she doesn’t have any choice now, does she?’
‘Deborah, you changed classes with Osborn at the beginning of the semester just so that you could get her in your history class.’
‘Maybe I like to take on the problem children.’
‘She’s NOT a problem child! If you just get off her back!’
‘I agree with Deborah,’ Cecilia piped up.
I looked at Angela and nodded. So there.
Angela leaned back in her chair and looked away. ‘Sorry, I’m not giving up on her.’ She kicked her foot a couple times, then looked back at me. ‘She’s NOT even a bad girl! She’s just DIFFERENT from you!’
‘I have to disagree with you on that,’ I said coldly. ‘She’s a bad seed. Has been from the day she was born. And you need to cut the bad seeds loose so you can help the good ones like Dana.’
Angela rolled her eyes. ‘Dana Levee is just a little suck-up that thinks that she can keep her GPA by telling you what you want to hear. And in YOUR case, that DOES work.’
That was enough. I stood, turned my back on the woman and walked out. Cecilia was right behind me.
‘What are you going to do?’ Cecilia asked as we walked up the hall.
‘Angela Garretson is trouble,’ I declared with pursed lips. ‘Same as that Taggert kid. We’d all be better off if both of them left.’
I walked up to the front office, Cecilia in tow. ‘Stay,’ I told her just outside the door and stepped in alone.
Diane and Louise saw me and whispered together a second. Then Louise stepped up to the counter. ‘May I help you, Mrs Brady?’
‘I wish to make an appointment to speak to Principal Edwards.’
The woman fidgeted a second. ‘Are you sure it’s nothing I could help you with?’
I just stared at her.
‘Okay,’ she sighed and pulled out an appointment book. ‘Do you have a 11:00?’
‘No, I’m free that period. I’ll see him at 11:00.’ I spun around and walked out.
To allow Angela Garretson to continue like she was would be to just make things muddy for her. She simply was never meant to be a teacher. And we just needed to lay things out clearly for her so that she could make a clean break from teaching and get on with HER life of prostitution and drugs.
———-
Dana Levee was walking a little funny. Her sister had come home from college last night and … well … after the things they did, Dana’s body felt a little different.
Actually, a lot different.
She looked at the floor behind her to make sure she wasn’t leaving a trail of juices.
She knocked on the nurse’s office. There had been just way too many people in math class for her to do the things she wanted to do. The nurse’s office would be quieter.
Nurse Simpson opened the door. ‘Yes, Dana? Are you not feeling well?’
‘Nooooo, I have this buuuuuurning ….’ she fidgeted.
‘Oh, my. Where?’
‘Let me show you,’ Dana said as she stepped inside.
———-
‘She tried, Principal Edwards,’ Diane said, ‘but once that women goes on the rampage about something, there’s no stopping her.’
Louise ga
ve a confirming nod. ‘I did try, sir.’
‘I know,’ Edwards sighed. ‘And thank you for that. Guess it’s up to me to sedate the bull now.’
All three looked up at me when I stepped into the office. The two women resented me. I’m 35, a little flat-chested, with dark hair to mid-back. I’m not unattractive, but I know what’s right and what’s wrong. And that puts some people off — just the ones that want to do wrong, though.
‘We have an 11:00,’ I told Principal Edwards.
‘Yes, we do,’ he smiled. ‘Come on in, Deborah. What can I help you with?’
I pulled his door shut behind me. ‘We have trouble,’ I declared.
He sighed and almost rolled his eyes. ‘And what seems to be the problem, hmm?’
‘Garretson does not belong in the teaching profession.’
‘And yet, somehow she made it here.’
‘Which is astonishing to me. You’d think they would try to weed these people out.’
‘She cares for her students, Deborah.’
‘She cares for the wrong ones. The trouble makers.’
‘All of our students are important to us, Mrs Brady. We have to care for them all.’
‘But it’s different types of caring, Principal Edwards. With students like Dana Levee, who have so many options, you help them excel however you can. For students like that Taggert girl, the best you can do is train them into a vocation — hairdressing maybe. And you have to pay special attention that they don’t disrupt your classes and cheat all the REAL students of THEIR education.’
‘And this applies to Ms Garretson because ….’
‘Garretson is unable to control her classroom. She’s unable to control herself. She gets a bleeding heart for these bad kids, then rewards them for their misbehavior and cheats the good students out of their education. And she makes it hard on the rest of us that ARE trying to teach the good students because the bad ones act worse in our classes — they think they can get away with it because of her.’
‘Mrs Brady, if we proceed any further with discussions against Ms Garretson, I will need to get her in here so that she can answer your charges.’
‘Go right ahead. I have three other teachers that I will want to bring in too, to vouch for the same things that I’m saying.’
Edwards sighed and drifted off in thought.
‘Principal Edwards?’ I brought his attention back after several seconds — the man looked like he was getting ready to zone out in contemplation.
‘Hmm?’ he sighed.
‘What we need to do is to simply make clear to Garretson what is required of her to be a successful teacher here at Washington High. We need to counsel her and let her know that she cannot cheat the good students of their education in order to cater to and reward the bad students. Then we need to watch her and if she does such a thing again, we need to reprimand her until she gets it right. Or leaves.’
‘And how do you propose we measure whether she is ‘cheating the good students’ as you call it, Mrs Brady?’
‘Oh, I’ll be sure to tell you.’
Edwards looked sick. ‘I will talk with Ms Garretson and see what we can do.’
‘Principal Edwards, that is simply insufficient. This woman is not doing her job, she is preventing the rest of us from doing our jobs, and I don’t think that the parents of this school will put up with us shirking their children’s education like that. If we attempt to, they will storm the school in protest.’
Edwards scratched his chin, studying me. Let him. If he crossed me on this, I’d have a small army of parents storm the school, demanding to know why their children were being cheated out of an education in order to give a cushy job to Garretson and a cushy grade to Taggert. And he knew it.
His eyes narrowed as he weighed how much of a bitch I could be versus how much of a bitch Garretson could be. That was easy: I would win because I was determined.
Then his eyes grayed with resignation and I smiled: the man did want to keep his job.
‘I will speak with her,’ he sighed, ‘And she will cease fighting for Fawn Taggert. Does that appease you, Mrs Bardy?’
‘For the moment. But as long as Garretson is here, there will be trouble. She’s just like that.’
He just stared at me silently.
‘Good day, Principal Edwards.’ I stood and left.
———-
‘How do I leash that woman?’ Principal Martin Edwards asked his wife over lunch. ‘I’M supposed to be HER boss!’
‘You’re talking about Mrs Brady, of course,’ Tamara Edwards smiled.
‘Who else?’
‘What’s she up to this time?’
‘She’s decided that Angela Garretson will no longer work as a teacher.’
‘Except that’s your decision to make or not make.’
‘In theory. I just mentioned bringing Ms Garretson in to be present at the meeting to decide the fate of her future career, and Brady immediately countered that she wanted to bring in a gang of her cronies to nod and blindly back up everything that she said.’
‘That’s the way that one works. She won’t fight you one-on-one. She always brings a gang and makes sure that it’s bigger than any you bring.’
‘I tried to pacify her that I would talk with Garretson, but that apparently wasn’t showing enough zealousness for her cause: she threatened to instigate the parents into a riot because the sheer presence of Angela Garretson will cheat every last one of their children out of an education. And the trouble is, she can pull it off: she can rile them up at church better than I can calm them down with rational discussion.’
‘Can you just fire her for insubordination? This is clearly– ‘
‘I don’t know. She has some hold on Stein. Maybe he goes to the same church. Maybe he fears the riots she can stoke too. But I’m not sure at all that he would support me.’
‘The churches in this town,’ Tamara shook her head. ‘If you don’t ‘belong’ to the ‘hive’, you’re shunned as an outsider and ganged up on by drones from the hive. And this Brady bitch is just sure that she’s queen bee.’
‘I think that I’d like to start a church of my own whose only tenet is tolerance and freedom. Do you think I could get any supporters?’
‘Honey, people join a church to get the power to hurt other people. What you’re talking about doesn’t meet that need at all. In fact, it undermines it.’
‘You’re right, of course,’ Martin Edwards sighed, then looked up. ‘Do you think the human species even deserves to be saved?’
———-
Nurse Simpson lolled her head and eyes around, starting to slip out of another orgasmic haze. ‘God, Dana …,’ she moaned, ‘what … have you done to me?’
‘Feel good, Nurse Simpson?’
‘OH, YEEEEEAAAAAAH …!’ Another ripple of orgasms twitched through her genitals. ‘It’s … illegal to drug … someone, Dana ….’
‘I didn’t drug you, Nurse Simpson,’ the eighteen-year-old high school senior giggled.
‘When … when does this wear off …?’
‘Never, Nurse Simpson! Isn’t it wonderful? You’ll feel this good forever!’
‘Uuuuuunnnnggh,’ the nurse shivered as another herd of orgasms stampeded through her.
Satisfied that her work here was done, Dana pulled her clothes back on and walked up the hall toward the front office. She’d always thought that Mrs Zimmler in the front office swas cute ….
———-
‘Diane,’ Principal Edwards stepped out of the office, studying a paper, ‘do you have the minutes to the– ‘ He looked up and smiled. ‘Hello, Nurse Simpson.’ He looked around. ‘Do you, uhm, know where Diane or Louise went to?’
‘They’re, uhm– Dana is showing them … something. Sir.’ Pleasant smile.
‘Well, they’re supposed to– (sniff). Do you smell something, Nurse Simpson?’
‘Why, no, Principal Edwards,’ she stood and stepped close. He took a step back. ‘Not unless it’s my new perfume. What’s it smell like?’
‘Well … honestly … like a skunk. But not bad. It’s, uh … sorta nice.’
‘Do you think?’ She stepped to him
again, and he didn’t step away this time. ‘Kinda,’ — she crinkled her cute nose — ‘NICE, isn’t it?’
‘Yeah,’ he laughed and nodded.
‘Don’t you think?’ she touched her fingers to his chest when the phone rang.
‘Ehr, I should probably get that,’ he said after a minute.
‘Do you think?’ She leaned a little closer.
‘I, uh …,’ he lost himself in her eyes for a second, but then blinked. ‘Yeah, I … should.’ He took as couple steps back, then hurried to answer the phone before the caller gave up.
It was Mrs. Edwards. ‘Yes, honey? Yeah. Yes, I can pick some up. Sure.’
Coach Baker came up to the counter and Nurse Simpson stepped toward him and smiled. ‘Yes, Coach?’ she asked as a perky light danced at her eyes.
‘Hi, Nurse Simpson. Are you subbing for Diane and Louise?’
‘Call me Tina, Coach Baker,’ she smiled, ‘And yeah, I guess I’m watching things here while they’re out.’
‘Well, that’s sweet of you, Tina,’ — she giggled for him — ‘And call me Jim,’ he shrugged.
‘Thank you, Jim.’
‘Do you smell something, Tina?’ he gazed into her eyes.
‘Smell something?’ She leaned over to prop her elbow on the counter and her chin in her palm and gazed back into his eyes. ‘Like what?’
‘Like … uh ….’
‘Would you like to walk back to your office, Jim? And discuss some … things?’
‘I … uh … yeah ….’
‘Well, let’s GO!’ She cooed.
Principal Edwards wrapped up his phone call a couple minutes later and stepped out of his office. Noone. Not Diane, not Louise, not even Nurse Simpson. He shook his head. Diane KNEW that either she or Louise was supposed to be there during working hours to maintain phone coverage.
He waited fifteen minutes until 4:00 in case anyone called, then headed to the grocery store to pick up some items for Tamara.
He’d need to talk to Diane about this tomorrow.
———-
Jonathan Brisbee had had enough. He walked over to the two mothers for the opposing team, irritation showing in his step. ‘Are we going to play soccer or not?’
‘Deborah won’t let the kids play unless she’s here.’
‘It’s NOT HER that’s playing! It’s the KIDS playing EACH OTHER! Does she COMPREHEND that?’
‘I don’t think she wants to lose– ‘ Rosalyn Applegate started, but Sarah Vail cut her off, ‘We’re not playing until she gets here.’
Brisbee turned around and kicked the dirt and turned back. ‘What does that make you? Two deadweight dingbats?’
‘We’re not playing until she gets here,’ Sarah reiterated.
‘Well …,’ Brisbee drawled, ‘if we don’t play in five minutes, YOU forfeit the game.’ He walked back to his team’s bleachers. The two mothers looked to be talking, just short of wringing their hands. Good! He hoped he WAS stressing them — so anxious to not risk a loss for Mrs Brady’s team that they were nothing but useless quivering hens!
I drove up then, got my bag of equipment out of the trunk and joined my two mothers. ‘Sorry I’m late,’ I said, ‘I got hung up– ‘
‘Oh! You’re here! Thank goodness!’ Sarah sighed relief.
‘Oh, Mr Brisbee is getting REALLY impatient, Deborah,’ Rosalyn shared her worries.
‘Well, he can just stuff it!’
‘We didn’t know WHAT to do,’ Sarah said. ‘He WAS within his right to call a forfeiture!’
‘THERE you are,’ Brisbee marched toward us. ‘WHY do you refuse to let your kids play without you present? You don’t think they can DO it on their own?’
‘Go cool off,’ I ordered him.
‘If *I* had been this late, you know YOU would have just declared my team forfeit.’
‘Go sit down, Brisbee!’
‘What?! Can’t even take the little bit of competition these kids might give you?!’
‘Brisbee, I am the manager of the coaches and if you don’t go sit down RIGHT NOW, I will remove your name from the coaches rosters!’
He glared at me, but then turned and walked back to his bleachers.
‘That’s tellin’ ’em, Deb!’ Rosalyn cheered me.
The kids played.
Twice I had to out-yell Brisbee, but the referee knew which way to make the calls.
We won. Not that there was ever any doubt.
Afterward, I walked over to talk with Brisbee. He needed to be yanked back into line. ‘Good game, Brisbee.’
‘Yeah … good game ….’ He was exhibiting just a twinge of sullenness.
‘Maybe you ought to double up on your practice sessions. Then your kids might have a chance of winning.’
‘Chance of–?! Maybe if YOU didn’t manage WHO referees WHICH games, we’d have a chance of winning!’
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Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and have themes of bondage, feminization and other deviant sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. This story is written for one of my favorite critics,...
Massage Parlor HorrorJulian loved going to Asian Massage parlors. Even though it was usually understood that all these establishments specialized in ?rub and tugs?, he found that the majority of the ones he frequented at one time or another were actually legitimate?or maybe they were just legitimate for him. This is exactly the reason he loved going to this particular one near his house as often as he did. Not only did they give great massages, but they also seemed to excel in the ?happy...
Mary Allen: Femdom Household HorrorCast of Characters Mary Allen - Attractive Young TV Host, Secertly turned on by report Dr. Forbes - Pyscologist Judith Wilkes - 28, Teacher Samantha Bridg - 17, Timothy's girlfriend Bobby Green - 18, family friend, Shawna's ex-boyfriend George Banks - Lead Investigator Lauren McAdams - LawyerJulia Douglas, 44 Richard Douglas, 47 Shawna Douglas, 19 Ben and Ryan Douglas, 18, twins Timothy Douglas, 17 Rachel Douglas, 14Marie Tate, 39 Michelle Tate, 17 Warren...
Penny's cheerleader costume was attracting more attention than she anticipated. She wore the vest top without the requisite turtleneck sweater underneath, plus she left the top three buttons undone. Her D-cup breasts put a tremendous strain on the remaining two. The vest was spread so wide that her nipples were barely covered. Once when she was dancing a whole tit popped out. The skirt wasn't much better. Her husband, Rick had her shorten the pleated little number by five inches. Instead of...
"Miss Frost, I want to see you in my office. Right now." Something in her boss's voice chilled her. Had he--found out? Clutching her arms to her chest, she scurried to Mr. Leahy's office. "Miss Frost, I show you this voucher and this cancelled check. Do you recognize them?" Oh, God, she thought. It was the voucher she had fraudulently created for a thousand dollars. "I-I..." she began. "They are yours, then," said Mr. Leahy in a voice of thunder. "Please, I can explain," she...
The whole riverside was cordoned off, with saws and torches hissing and whining in the cold. Every construction worker in the county had been hired for this project, many of which required either bribes, threats, or extortion to accept the job. They were paid in gold, conjured into existence with Dominion’s powers. They worked day and night, no matter how much it snowed or how sharp the northern winds were. The warehouses were being renovated under the guise that they would be turned into...
Es war ein lauer,leicht verregneter Spätsommernachmittag auf einem Autobahnparkplatz als ich eine Pause machte und noch in Ruhe eine Zigarette rauchen wollte, bevor es wieder weiter ging. Ich schaute auf die Uhr...17:32 prangte in weissen LED´s im Armaturenbrett. Ich mochte diesen Parkplatz. Er war für LKW zu klein und wurde von ihnen auch so gut wie nie benutzt. Und er lag so ungünstig zwischen 2 Autobahnen das er auch sonst so gut wie nie angefahren wurde, weswegen ich auch wieder mal alleine...
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"Gee, you sure picked an awfully spooky night to explore the woods, Philip," Dolly said sounding a bit like Daphne from Scooby-doo, as she looked around nervously.She hadn't been dating Philip long, just a couple of months. He was one of those typical jock types, the kind she usually loathed but something about him seemed different."It'll be fun," Philip said squeezing her hand tightly as if to reassure her as he continued to lead the way into the dark and twisting forest lit up only by the...
Monster SexRole Playing II - Star Lily and the Temple of Horrors F/f, bondage, D/s, gothic, romantic, slavery The temple was dark and cold, the trail of spiders clearly visible in shadowedcorners. The stone ceiling was so low that a tall man would have to crouchto walk around. The floor was covered with dust and crawling insects. Deep in the bowels of the earth, it had been forgotten for long aeons. Scholarsmight recall the foul rituals once carried out here, the summoning of monstrousdemons and foul...
‘I’m really glad that we got to do this.’ Jake commented lazily. Kelly glanced over at Jake and rolled her eyes. ‘At least keep one hand on the rod.’ She commented with a smirk. ‘You know that’s how your Junior lost that rod last year.’ ‘Its how I lost that fish.’ Junior replied without looking up. He had his rod fastened tight to a custom harness he’d built over during the year. Kelly had made it clear that as impressive as the device he had to make sure he was anchored to the boat when he...
Danii knew that her gymnastics instructor was watching her and she loved teasing him. He always sat in the same place in the lunch room every day during her lunch break. She knew he wasn’t even supposed to be there, so she knew full well why he was there. She remembered giggling at him the day before as she bent over in the tightest jeans she could find just so he could stare at her ass. She nonchalantly placed her hand up the skirt she was wearing and gently pushed her panties into her...
You climb off the bus after about forty minutes from leaving your hometown, the driver ensuring you that this is the adress you wanted to go to. Finding yourself in the middle of nowhere, surrounded on all sides by the deep forest, you watch with sinking heart as the bus speed off into the distance. As you look up and down the lowly trafficed old road (if used at all, except for that usually empty old bus), you catch sight of an overgrown path leading into the forest at the other side. Crossing...
Fantasy18 year old Daisy Mae Barker smiled as she looked out the jet’s window at the city of Las Vegas below her. The newlywed glanced down at her shiny new wedding rings as she remembered that just a few short hours ago she and her husband, Billy, had just gotten married in their little hometown of Hartsville, AL and were now on their honeymoon in Las Vegas, NV. This was the first time either of them had ventured out of their tiny town and Daisy Mae was excited to be a new bride and have the...
BDSMThe Beginning…THE EARLY YEARS…I was a very good girl, I did what my parents told me to do, and I was innocent and from a wealthy family, meant to marry whom my father thought best for me. Even though, I did know what sex was, my servants and the help did have romps in the hay often enough that I had seen it. I would watch the help’s hands play under the servant’s skirt and sometimes I would try to do that late at night by myself, but after I gave myself great pleasure, I then would feel guilty...
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by SeychelleLiving DollUntil six weeks ago, Pat would have thought anything was better than hospital work.In fact, when she'd been hired as a private live-in nurse down South, she'd thought it ideal: generous pay, easy hours to let her pursue her further education, and no rent. The recruitment agency could tell her little about her patient/employer Alastair Darragh; what little she'd picked up since did not extend far past the observations that he was a cantankerous recluse who'd driven away...
Even though many men and women have fantasies of forced sex, this story only represents a fantasy, and I do not condone it in any way, other than through roleplay.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------My eyelids fluttered open from a restless sleep, a soft moan as my body reminds me the discomfort I am in. I feel a body of warmth next to me, a limb d****d across my torso. I look about me, the range I can turn my head restricted...
The other disguised Freespace operations unit turned out to be a Togar Claw ship. A truly ancient tech level six Togar warship that had the stylized form of a lion’s paw, at least that is how Shaka described it and it was 600 meters long. At first we actually went to battle stations but the Togar female identified herself as Captain Roranak of the NAVINT X Fleet and on the same special communications equipment we had and was exclusive to NAVINT. We met aboard her ship, officially named...
Hi, this is Amity, from Chennai. Recently I started dating one of my office colleague named Anitha. And it was really fun after a certain limit. We had our dinner and updated WhatsApp status online. It was around 1 am that I updated a status. She was the first one to see it within a minute of my upload. So I pinged her are you still online and the conversation started. The same continued for a couple of days and we got fit day by day. We started talking about an adult topic like BDSM, CFNM,...
We had been in the UK for about two months, and Hafida had settled intoour little house, taking it over in her new role as a housewife. After theevents in the hotel in Casablanca, there had been a couple of days when ourrelationship had been a bit strained. Quite understandable really. Onenight as we lay in bed, Hafida asked me, 'Why you let two hotel boys havesex with me?' 'I was drunk like you, I got excited watching them touch youin the lift.' She nodded, her lips pursed, giving her an...
It had been three months since that fateful encounter with the erotic truffle, which had afflicted village schoolteacher Trevor Defreitas, Annabel Montford, a former pupil of his on Earth, her two younger sisters Tracy and Dinah, and their tour guide, Amelia Cross. That accidental exposure, in a shared meal, led to a night of drug-fuelled sex between Trevor and all four girls. Afterwards, upon considerable reflection, the girls realised that apart from all three sisters losing their...
An hour had passed since the teens discovered oral sex. Satisfied for the moment and cleaned up, Robby and Debbie entered the doors of the Howard County Public Library, where Penny Martin, Head Librarian, proudly waited to serve the few customers who came her way. Penny had only graduated from college with her cherished library science degree about six months earlier. The placement service at the college had found her a job offer before she even graduated. That she'd landed a job as "head...
My Girlfriend Made Me A Sissy - 2Thank you to everyone who sent me messages about the last story, I've tried to include things people wanted to see in the sequel. Hope you enjoy-------------------------------------------------I woke up, stretched out and smiled as I felt the familiar sensation of my girlfriend's panties rubbing on my cock. The feeling instantly brought back memories of the night before: I had gone to a party with my rather dominant girlfriend; been coerced into her panties;...
BisexualChapter 1 Helen marched from the meeting with a resolute air of confidence even though her blood pressure was on dangerous overload and she had a sudden urge to pee even though she had just gone only 30 short minutes ago. The American news releases had totally undermined her argument about easing up on fiscal responsibility. With the economy going belly-up Stateside and the continuing Greek debacle in danger of spreading across the European continent, her plea to make funds available for...
It had been one of those days. Awful, she thought to herself, yes 'awful' was the best way to describe it. She honked her horn as another idiot cut in front of her, trying his best to go two miles an hour instead of one in this bumper-to-bumper traffic. Even the weather was miserable, it was cold and wet and raining. She thought again of her shoes, likely ruined from the puddle she had stepped in on the way into the office this morning. She had been in wet shoes with cold feet all day,...
Dick knew he was acting like an immature teenager when he "burned rubber" pulling away from Sue's house. He had popped the clutch without thinking, his mind too full of anger and unhappiness to care about noise or wear and tear on the new car. His anger was directed against not only Sue, but himself as well. He realized Sue wanted to keep her virginity intact until the wedding; that, at least was understandable. It was all right with him, too, as long as he could occasionally score with a...
Joe helped me to turn John Doe over so we could look on the other side and make sure there was nothing else involved in his homicide. Then the attendant came in and told us that he had to “ice them down” in the freezer for the autopsy in the morning. I looked over my shoulder at him pushing the bodies back into their shelf in the wall like he was parking cars as a valet. Only these bodies were not going to wake up anytime soon and give him a tip. “So whaddayouthink, Kiddo? Ya think John Doe...
The ConsequencesI looked down to see my cock standing straight out in the summer sun. It was as hard as it could be. I just was so turned on. I didn’t know what was turning me on more. Was it the fact that I was stark naked in front of several strangers in broad daylight or was it from looking at Julie’s incredibly sexy naked body standing next to me?That old familiar excited thrill was stirring deep in my gut. It was that special tingle that exhibitionists feel when they are naked in places...
Chapter Nine: The Deal It was not a long walk up the hill to Jealile’s house but it seemed like forever to me because of the butterflies in my stomach. I was about to meet Jealile’s Father for the first time and ask him for her hand. I knew that in this land it was not required but in this instance it was. For I was not only asking for the hand of his daughter, but a sizable dowry as well so the courtesy of a visit seemed in order. I was doubly nervous because I needed his help to get to...
“Avril was a filthy fucker,” he laughed, sucking determinedly on the joint we had been sharing. “Yeah?” “Hell yeah,” he replied, the heavy smoke billowing through his nostrils as he handed me the reefer. “She couldn’t get enough.” “Really?” I asked, taking the sweet smoke deep into my lungs and holding it. “Oh, yeah,” he crowed. “Used to love giving head, too. Just loved to suck cock.” “No way,” I spluttered, coughing smoke into the room. “I’m telling you,” he said, reaching out and taking the...
Naa peru raj. Naa age 22 years.Nenu banglore lo chaduvutunnanu.Naa height 5.8. Medium body. Nenu meetho naa sex anubhavam gurinchi cheppalanu kuntunna.Inka mee time waste cheyyanu. Ee story peddadi gaa undavachu , kaani meku nachutundani anukuntunna.Naaku gariga prati incident raayadaniki try chestaanu. Eka story loki vacheste. Nenu btech kosam banglore ki vachaanu.Last semister lo room maaripoyaanu. Mummy ki friend ayina oka aunty daggara house rent ki unte, nenu kochem duram iyina ok...
In the weeks and months that followed, Patti and I were inseparable -- or, at least, as inseparable as a couple can be when one partner is on the road exactly half the time, and is working nights while his partner works days, even when he's at home. But we worked around it. I gave Patti a key to my house in the close-in Baltimore 'burbs, and during Oriole home stands she would go there after work on days she didn't come to the ballpark to watch us play. Even when she came to the games,...
Greetings again, readers! Your humble raconteur returns with the next exciting installment of ‘Don’t Miss,’ He Said. It’s time again to join Alphonse, Elena, and the rest of the gang for another bit of fun. More conflict with Gospel, and more romance for the couples. Here you are. Alphonse Rosethorne, take command of your story…Carry out the plan of the day! ************* ‘Holy Mary, Mother of God, Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.’ Franz Schubert: ‘Ave Maria ...