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Please don't Read The idea for this story came to me one night as I was reading Rita Hayworth & the Shawshank Redemption from Stephen King while watching La Femme Nikita.....I'm multi-talented like that. I just started wondering what the criminal justice system was like if a wizard had the chance to rehab people. Any comments or criticisms anyone has on either of the two stories I've written, please E-mail me at [email protected]. *** *** *** 1 Justin stood up as the judge bid him. He straightened his tie and ran a hand through his hair and smirked as the judge opened the envelope the foreman of the jury had given him. Justin was the son of a very rich man, a very rich man with many connections. He had told Justin that the lawyers they'd hired would get him off with an insanity plea. After all, no sane man could do what he had done, right? He had killed, quite a few times, actually. The prosecution had come up with the number twenty-seven. He could only take responsibility for about fifteen of them, but if the DA wanted to jerk himself off a little and pin some extra on him, big deal. At the worst he'd be spending a little time in a sanitarium where he would ham it up for a few years, retaining psychopath status like in that "Cuckoo's Nest" movie ... then, after it had all blown over, he'd have his father bail him out. Of course, they didn't have legitimate "bail" in insane asylums, but his father had his ways. Bail might come high for a well paid psychiatrist to sign release papers, but that didn't matter. He had always seen himself as a hero of sorts. He would take women off the streets, get a nice hotel room (always under a different name, of course), give them one good last pussy licking, a GREAT last fuck, and send them to that big ol' street corner in the sky. Sometimes, he'd give a teenage girl a ride home from somewhere ... they were all so trusting in this town, especially since the girls he picked up always knew him. He'd offer them a night on the town, which they'd gladly accept (the idea of marrying well had been stuffed in their heads by their well-to-do mothers since they day they could walk. They couldn't have done much well than Justin, in most opinions). Then, he'd take them to his house, or another hotel and take care of them just the same way he took care of the hookers. People shouldn't be so trusting in this day and age ... he was doing the world a favor. He had lost count after his tenth or eleventh girl. He wasn't really sure why he killed them; he found it so exotic. He never even finished his orgasm on the girls; it had come to the point where he wasn't able. He finished them off, usually getting them up to three orgasms.... he gave one five on his best night, and he fuckin-A knew that she went out with a bang. He had to kill them before he was able to finish himself off, which he was always smart enough to do into a Kleenex or something, which he could flush. He even would take the knife ... a different one every time and toss it into the river. No evidence, right? Unfortunately for him, his plan had gone awry when he'd went to one of his motels for a second time. He had went to high school with the damnable night counter guy who'd I.D.ed him as the guy who'd come in with the chick last night. The cops had asked him about it; he'd waited for his lawyer, of course. His father gave him an alibi, a guy that worked for him. Unfortunately, the prosecution had produced a goddamned videotape of him checking in with the late prostitute Amanda Hewlett. At the very least, he'd be found guilty of perjury, but oh well, right? Can't make an omelet yadda, yadda, yadda. All these thoughts flashed through his mind in a matter of a few seconds. The judge cleared his throat, slicing open the envelope with a gold letter opener that lay on his desk. Justin watched the light flash off the letter opener. He admired how sharp the instrument seemed, especially for something with so innocent a use. The judge slid on his glasses. It made him look an awful lot like Mr. Wizard in a long brown robe. "Justin Jonathan Pack, the jury, composed of your peers, have found you, on the charge of twenty-seven counts of second degree murder, not guilty." Justin smirked. "On the charge of twenty-seven counts of first degree murder, the jury finds you," momentary hesitation as the judge exhaled. Justin felt confident. "Guilty." Justin's eyes widened. Twenty-seven counts of first degree murder. "Which gives me the responsibility of deciding what to do with you. I don't buy in to your plea of insanity and neither does this jury. So I'm left with the decision. Should I give you twenty-seven life sentences, which leaves the open opportunity for so many things to happen? Escape; even parole in about 70 years. No, for one such as yourself I can only sentence one thing. I hereby sentence you to lethal injection, administered by this state. May your death give the families of the victims some satisfaction, and may God have mercy on your soul. Case Closed." The judge banged the gavel down setting off an explosion in Justin's head. He had barely heard the sentencing, his mind shooting off in a hundred directions at once. Death.... he was going to DIE? No, there had to be some mistake. He had been promised an insanity defense. He wasn't going to die, that wasn't part of the plan? A large, black bailiff grabbed him roughly by the arm slapping cuffs on his wrists. After he was outside the courtroom, shackles were put on his ankles. Heavy chains connected his arms to his legs. He was put in a truck and brought to a maximum security, federal penitentiary. 2 The next few months passed in a series of flashes for him. In one flash was his lawyer returning to him in prison informing him that the courts had denied his request for an appeal. Also, due to the upcoming election and a demand for the death of the "Loverboy Murderer" which is what the papers had dubbed him after his fourth or fifth kill, the governor had moved his execution up to October. Next month. In the next flash he was moved to another prison, this one with the facilities for an execution. He was asked what his last meal was to be ... he said ziti. He was asked if he'd be needing a priest, he said he didn't think that would make a difference. He was guided through the execution ceremony. They didn't call it a ceremony, but that's what it seemed like to him. He'd get his last meal at 9:00 PM. At 11 they'd take him from his cell. He'd be given a chance to pray at an altar set up in the prison. At 11:30 he'd be brought into the execution chamber so the witnesses could see him. He'd be given a chance to say his piece to the witnesses. At 11:45 they'd strap him to the gurney. Finally, at 12 midnight, barring a call from the governor, he'd be injected by a man in a black hood. So medieval, wasn't it? In the final flash he was strapped to the gurney. He'd said nothing to the assembled witnesses. Mostly family of the girls he'd murdered. Not the prostitutes, of course, just the "good" girls. He still wasn't sorry for what he'd done, only that the general population didn't see what he'd done as a public service. Cleaning the streets of welfare sucking, disease spreading vermin and removing from society the gold-diggers of the world. No one had wanted him for him ... only for his family's status. He'd always known that. Now, he was an example. Something to win the governor an election. After all, if the governor was willing to execute the son of one of the richest families in the state, well ... he was serious in his war on crime wasn't he. He barely felt the needle as it entered his arm. He was tired before they'd put the needle in. It just intensified. He heard the machine that was reading his heart beat beeping. It was slowing down. In his mind's eye he saw the golden flash of the judge's letter opener. He was watching that, seeing the scene replayed in him mind over and over, until he heard the machine stop beeping. It had turned into a high pitched whine ... he knew that sound from movies. He was dead. 3 Or so he'd thought. He awoke lying on a floor, in a dark, dingy room. He heard water dripping from somewhere off in the distance. He couldn't see anything save a red glow coming from a crack in the wall. He sat up, his head aching some. He wanted to survey his surroundings, but there was nothing to survey. It was black in the room. He stood, wondering just how long he'd been out for. He could tell that he was still in his orange prison outfit, just by the uncomfortable feeling of it against his skin. He walked slowly, stiffly over to the door. It slid open as he got close, the red glow engulfing his body. "So, I have made it to hell after all." He walked down the hallway. It was stone, he could see that. He guessed he was underground, which was appropriate. He'd always been claustrophobic, but it didn't really bother him now. After all, if this ceiling collapsed on him, he'd already be dead, right? He walked around the corner where the stone hallway ended in a very nicely furnished room. Almost like a living room in very old house. Large couches, a television, and a huge picture window. It was warm in here, but not too warm. "Or not." "No," a voice said from behind him. "You're not in hell. But you may wish you were by the end of all of this." Justin turned toward the hallway he had just come from. There was only a blank wall there now, with a rather tall man standing in front of it. The man approached him, standing about a head and a half taller than him. He was not used to this, being about 6'5" himself. That would have put this man at about 7' something. "Who are you?" Justin asked, putting himself in a defensive position. He knew three forms of Karate, and was ready to teach this guy a lesson if he had to. Half a foot taller or not. Justin didn't even see the guy move until after his head was rocked back in a harder slap than he had ever felt in his life. His neck snapped to the left and he crumpled into a heap on the floor. "You, boy, are in no position to ask questions. You do not speak unless spoken to. You do not move without permission. Is that understood?" Justin just sat on the floor and gaped at the man. He had never been hit before in his life. His father didn't do it and wouldn't allow anyone else to do so. The man squatted down and caught Justin another good shot across the face. Justin's nose was bleeding now. "Perhaps you didn't understand me, boy. Do you understand me? You may assume that I wish an answer to all my questions." Justin nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, I understand." The man nodded, standing to his full height. "Good, as long as we understand each other." He pulled a chair from behind him, although Justin would've sworn before God there had been no chair behind the man a moment ago. The man turned the chair around and straddled it. "I thought maybe I would explain a little bit of this to you. Enough for you to understand the situation you're in. One of them little girls you killed. Well, her mom was a good friend of mine. She asked me a favor. I responded that, for the right price, I'd be willing to take on a charge. She assembled the other families and, needless to say, they came up with that price. I talked to some friends of mine, some doctors, guards, and here you are. Justin Pack is legally dead, so you don't exist any longer ... anywhere but here, that is. "Now me, you can call me Angus. I used to go by master, lord, my lord, but those titles lose their amusement after awhile. You are part of a special criminal rehabilitation program." Justin inhaled. Angus frowned and shook his head. "Remember what I told you about speaking." Justin exhaled, nodding. "You are part of a special rehabilitation program. A program that is totally illegal since the US Government, for some reason or another, does not believe in torture, mental or physical. You see, I work on both levels. I was paid very well to take you on as my charge for the next 25 years. During that time, you will suffer. You will suffer very much. Most of it will be mental anguish. Physical pain is so boring. It heals after awhile, you see." Angus tapped his head. "When you hurt a person up here, it's so much more effective. You will live as your victims lived. Justin scowled, he was confused, but didn't dare say so. Angus smirked, nodding. "You've learned one rule rather quickly. Let me give you an example." He stood up, throwing the chair he was sitting on back toward the wall. Justin watched it hit the wall and disappear. All he'd seen was a ripple in the wall, like he was looking at it through a film of water. Do you believe in magic, boy?" Justin shook his head. "No sir, I don't ... I've never seen it." Angus nodded. "A reasonable answer." He rubbed his chin. How shall I begin with you?" He closed his eyes, after a moment, a smile appeared on his face. Justin didn't like that smile. "I know." Justin suddenly felt dizzy. It was a sense of vertigo that he'd never felt before. Almost like he was falling, but standing still at the same time. When he had a sense of sight again, he could see that Angus now towered over him, he had shrunken a good foot, at least, and that was conservative estimate. His prison oranges now hung off of him. He lifted a hand to his forehead, rubbing it, and felt a tickling across the back of it. His hair had thickened, and become black. He saw bangs falling into his line of sight, even though he had always kept his hair very short. As he lowered his hand, he could see that his fingers were longer. His fingernails had grown also. They were still well manicured, and very well kept, but a lot longer than he remembered. "Turn, boy." Angus said. Justin immediately complied. There was a mirror behind him. He could see his old face looking out from behind a long mass of black hair. It was straight as could be, with bangs that fell just below his eyes. He knew, somehow, that those bangs were designed to be curled upward. His face was darker, as if he'd been out tanning for a while rather than down in this hellish hole. He watches his pants shrink, drawing up toward his crotch. He saw himself growing again in the mirror and looked down to see that his orthopedic prison shoes had changed. They had gone from canvas, to black, patent leather. As he watched, a heel started to poke out of the back and even the front began to rise. The heel was at least seven inches long, and the platform itself was two inches. When they got to his knees, they fluffed outward. He saw the color of them change to black, and heard a ripping sound as the legs tore and reformed into a dress. It was black and fluffy, with a white apron on it. He looked at legs that he barely recognized as his. Long, smooth, and thin, they were beautiful. The neck of his top dipped low on his chest, exposing to his sight a hairless chest. It was that same, dark color that his face was. It fluffed out as it turned black. Lacy, it was, and the shoulders fluffed out and turned white. It hung on him wrong. It fit his body, but not right. He scowled into the mirror. A slight wave of nausea washed over him. He felt a faint pain in his chest. He looked down to see his chest grow. Someone had taken a bicycle pump to his breasts and began to blow them up. Bigger and bigger until they filled the French maid outfit he was wearing. His waist compressed, and he felt as if the air in his body was being forced out of him. His bones crackled as they were forced into new shape. His hips expanded, as if someone was taking the corners of his pelvis and readjusting its orientation. He looked in the mirror again, seeing only his face as recognizable. He touched it with his long nailed hand. His eyes widened, but only for a moment. They changed shape. The inside corners of his eyes widened and the outside corners narrowed. His deep blue eyes darkened until they were almost black. His eyelashes grew, curling outward. His nose shrank. His lips puffed up, giving him a pouty look. His cheekbones raised higher. All this happed to him before he even got his hand up to his face. He gaped into the mirror. "I've had this fantasy about an Oriental French Maid for the longest time." Angus said from behind him. "I think I'll call you my Jade. Now my Jade, I have a cock that needs your desperate attention right now." Jade's newly shaped eyes widened. She turned around. Angus had already exposed a huge 12-inch-if-its-a-centimeter penis. "If you think I'm doing anything to your dick, you have a LONG wait coming. I don't suck dicks, I have my dick sucked." Angus frowned. "In case you didn't notice, Jade my dear, you don't have a penis anymore. You are MY slave, you will do what I say, or, things can get harder." Seemingly on cue, Angus's drooping penis begin to expand. Jade scowled, he wanted to sound angry, but that seemed impossible for his new voice box. "Anything you stick in this mouth, I'll bite off." Angus cocked an eyebrow. "Feisty one we have here, huh? You listen to me right now you little bitch." Angus didn't move, but Jade felt a strong slap across her face, as strong as the last one, which hurt even more considering the smallness of her new body. "The next 25 five years can be easy or hard, depending on how you want it. You do what I say, when I say, and the pain won't be so bad. You can bite off whatever you want, but I can grow another one. And you'll hurt a lot more when I have something bite yours off when I change you back. Think about that. As for my servicing," he shook his head. "You don't have to, but the alternative. Heheh, the alternative. Trust me. 25 years is a long time, you don't want to tangle with me. You get three strikes because you're new, that's one. Now, if you would be so kind." Justin shook his head. Angus frowned, pulling up his pants. "Have it your way, bitch." Jade felt herself turn of her own volition, no longer able to move. She watched the French maid outfit change. It first turned completely black, then it turned into to nearly a second skin, it was so tight. Her lower body didn't change, but her upper body did. Her breasts became even bigger making a healthy amount of cleavage visible. Her hair faded from black to blonde, her eyes from black to blue, and reshaped into an American face. Her lips got puffier, and pulled into an O shape of their own volition. His skin started to get shinier, brighter, he couldn't move. All the colors of make-up on his face became exaggerated. The room he was in began to fade out. When another room faded back in, he was in darkness again. He could hear chanting of some sort from the other room. He tried to sit up, but couldn't, tried to lift an arm, but couldn't. He couldn't even blink. Eventually, the door to the adjoining room opened, and twelve people were led in with hoods over their heads. Two guys, of college age, led the procession. One spoke, "Now, as pledges you have one more task to accomplish. You will do this one at a time, and leave the receptacle as you found it, which means a quick clean out." The light in the room turned on. Jade would have screamed bloody murder if she had been able. She could now see herself in the mirrored ceiling of the room. Her mouth was frozen in the same O that it had been forced into at Angus's place. Her arms had been positioned behind her head, her eyes half closed. Her legs were frozen apart. All that was left on her was a patent leather bra and the black high heels. Everything else had been removed. She laid on the bed, unable to move. She was a mannequin, with a hole in her mouth, a hole where her vagina would be, and, she guessed, a hole in the back as well. The frat brother removed the hood from the first boy. He blushed when he saw what the brothers had in store for him. "You've come this far brother Jake. You have only one step left." Jake nodded and walked up to the altar where Jade lay. She wanted to scream. Jake looked over her for a moment. He sat her up and pulled his pants down to reveal a rather small cock. Well, her experience with cocks had been her own, about 7 inches, and the monster that Angus had put before her. This one was not as big as either. He looked around, seeing the other pledges with the bags still on their heads and the other two turned around. He rubbed it himself for a minute until he worked up an erection, and then slid it into her mouth. Although her body seemed to be plastic, she could taste everything. She guessed that the inside of her mouth must be soft, because the boy moaned softly as he slid in and out of her mouth. He grabbed her hair and began to move her head up and down on his shaft. She could feel it sliding in and sliding out. After what seemed like an eternity of this, the boy exploded into her mouth. She tasted the salty fluid as it flowed in her mouth and dribbled down her chin onto her chest. Some of it stayed in her mouth and trickled down her throat. She would have gagged. And she had to do this eleven more times? Over the course of the next two hours she was had as many ways as she could be. She had 6 in her mouth, 2 in her ass, and 4 in her pussy. She couldn't even close her eyes, cry, or protest. She'd never felt so violated. 4 Soon after the brothers were done, she found herself standing before Angus again. She found she could move. She still looked like the fuck-doll, but with real skin and less exaggerated colors. She was breathing heavy. Her butt hurt and her pussy was sore. Her mouth was very dry, and had that taste in it. "Now," Angus said, pulling down his pants. "Are you ready to do what I asked you to do, or shall I find another frat house having similar initiation ceremonies this evening." Jade fell to her knees, beaten. Before she'd even noticed what happened, she was out of the patent leather bra and back into the French maid's outfit. She watched her skin darken, realizing she was back into the body of the Oriental woman. She crawled over to Angus and opened her mouth, allowing him to insert his penis. She mimicked the head motions the brothers had forced her into. It continued forever, or so it seemed, before she felt a deep pulsing in Angus's cock. It began to squirt down her throat. She pulled off of it, only to have it continue to squirt on her face. She dropped her head, the black hair dangling in her face. "And the humiliation begins. You have a long time under me, my dear. I can come up with worse tortures than that, believe me. I've been at it a long time. Now, go take a shower, I have tasks for you this evening." A door opened in the wall behind her. She walked through it, which led to a hallway, which led to the bathroom in question. She stepped in and opened the closet door. She barely noticed she was crying profusely. Murder. That was why she deserved 25 years of torture? She guessed that was what the families thought. But for 25 years? She stripped off her clothes, and looked in the mirror. She didn't have a choice, there were mirrors all over the place, just to be sure she could see herself. The young Oriental girl stared back. There was a laundry chute, which she threw the clothes down. She showered quickly, washing the sticky fluid from her face and hair. Once she got out, she brushed her teeth for a good 15 minutes. Reaching for a brush, she picked out a gold handled one. Pulling it out, she gasped as a memory flashed through her mind. Her sentencing, the judge's letter opener. The way the light had flashed gold off of it. She was holding that letter opener now. "Law is the way to go. You can find all sorts of people to practice your art on." Angus's reflection was in the mirror, she turned to look at him, but he wasn't there. He was only in the mirror. "Frankly, boy, you disgust me. I saw your thoughts in court, I forced the jury to rule the way they did. I wanted you. I was going to take you anyway, the money was just an extra bonus. Frankly, you're going to make me money anyway." He watched the mirror as his skin began to pale again. His breasts, naked now, were expanding. The nipples were becoming darker. They were erect, sensitive enough to feel the air brushing across them. Her waist, already tiny, narrowed even more, making it just wide enough to seem normal. Her hips were narrower as well. Her hair had lightened to a deep shade of red. Her eyes were green now. She was taller, and not from high heels. Clothes began suddenly to appear on her. She was wearing a tight pair of short jeans that just barely covered her ass. On her torso was a jean shirt, tied just beneath her breasts showing a healthy amount of cleavage. Her breasts were big now, but not hideously so. He was wearing heels again. As she watched, the colors of her face deepened as some invisible hand applied make-up and her hair styled it "Now, you are to wander around the city and make me money. As you know very well, most of the hookers that wander around this city are pretty horrid. You, on the other hand, are sight to behold. I expect some money in the morning. Don't disappoint me. "Some ground rules. Don't think about running, I'll find you. We are connected in a way that you'll never understand. Just realize that the locket on your neck lets me know where you are at all times. Don't bother trying to remove it, that's impossible. If you are not back by your scheduled time, expect to transform into something. A rat maybe, or a wolf. It's rather frightening for those near you and rather painful for you. This will last a few days at which point you'll revert to a humanoid. You'll have 24 hours to find your way back here, at which point I'll change you into something else. Notice I say humanoid. There will be some mutations on your body. A tail, or some fangs, perhaps. If you don't bring me some money, you will be punished. "If you get caught, I'll know. I'll have to turn you into something capable of escape. A fly usually works, or a mosquito. Don't worry about dying, that can't happen, and you can't be diseased either...or become pregnant. If you die, you'll wake up where you started. After you escape, you'll find yourself human again, at which point you'll have 24 hours to get back here. Then, I'll have to give you a new form. If you behave, you may even get a weekend off here and there, as a man, to enjoy yourself. "However, if you do something stupid, it adds another 5 years to your service to me. Now, Alicia, as your driver's license will say. Do NOT disappoint me. The address you must return to by noon tomorrow is 1415 19th street. Your apartment. You will be brought back here. If you do not return to that place, the penalties will apply. Hopefully, a nice man like you used to be will see fit to pick you up and, how was it, perform a public service. Now, go out there and make me some fucking money." The vision of Angus faded from the mirror, and Alicia burst into tears. She noticed the mascara that had been applied did not run. No escape, no escape for the next 25 years. She would be a whore, a fuck-doll, and whatever else that psycho in there saw fit to make her. And who would believe her? She turned to her left as a door materialized in the mirror. She could see a dark alley on the other side, with cars passing back and forth at the mouth. Her future, her job......oh God. She wanted to wipe her eyes, but was afraid of poking them out with her nails. "Stop stalling dear, I grow bored with watching you bawl." She looked up, looked at herself in the mirror. With a sigh of resignation, she grabbed the purse that had appeared. Looking out into the night, she stepped through the door to the blind ally. -fin?- ---I could write more of this, but only if there's sufficient interest. Let me know comments, either by e-mail, or right here. This is that all-important sophomore story, let me know what you think.

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Mirandas Punishment

Miranda Punishedby Napoleon Leopold"So, you think you're too big to be punished?" He yelled at her as he slapped her across the face twice. Miranda would of fallen backwards if her father hadn't ahold of her by the front of her blouse. Even so, when he slapped her, two of her buttons popped off the front of her blouse."I'll show you who's too big for her britches." He continued to yell and grabbing her by her belt undid the buckle and yanked her pants down pulling her cotton panties down with...

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Nandini Deshpande 8211 Part 1Introduction

This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...

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Nandini Deshpande 8211 Part 1Introduction

This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...

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Swami Ghoshal 8211 Anand Ka 8220Santansukh Garbha Mandir8221

Sant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...

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Mandys sickest stories Mandy reloaded

Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...

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Andrew Running Part 1 of Andreas Stand

Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...

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Candys Dandy

by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...

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Sissy Outed Brandon to Brandy

This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...

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Strange RelationshipsChapter 10 Armand Mixes in the Hernandezs Affairs

Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...

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CANDY FINDS HER SON HANDY AND DANDY

by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...

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From Candace to CandyChapter 7

Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...

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Handyman Candys Cabana

This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...

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Nandhini Chechi Breastfed And Got Fucked

Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...

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Crime Will Cost You

Prologue: After ravaging the planet Earth with war after war, mankind finally threw off the shackles of its warlike tendencies. Seeing that the world governments would never be able to co-exist, a large consortium of multinational corporations decided to take power. These included robotics firms, arms dealers, computer manufacturers, and more. In short, the companies that kept the world ticking. Joining forces, they became the most powerful entity in the history of the human race, and they...

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Andrea Andy and Me

(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...

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Gorgeous Indian Chechi Nandhini fed me her excess

Nandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...

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Becoming Brandee Chapter 14

Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...

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Andee Plays a New Version of Around the World

Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...

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Andee Plays a New Version of Around the World

Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...

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Andee Poses For A College Art Class

There weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...

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Andee Poses For A College Art Class

There weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...

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Andee Learns Just What Stays in Vegas

Andee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life. This time the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight. What she...

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Fernanda Teenage Lust

I had just finished my first year of college and my mom and dad insisted that I go with them on a quick summer trip to visit one of mom’s old college buddies in Austin, Texas. Normally, I don’t mind such gatherings, but for some reason or another, Austin just didn’t appeal to me. I had been there many years before and didn’t find the city attractive. When we arrived, there were the customary hugs and greetings- since our family is Hispanic. (You have to love a culture that embraces hugging!) I...

First Time
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Andee Returns to Las Vegas

Andee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been … interesting. It was a...

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Andee Returns to Las Vegas Chapter 2

Andee smiled as she read the text message on her phone. Before breakfast, she had sent a somewhat vague note to her friend from the night before about wanting to try Roulette again, wondering if he might interpret the suggested sexual undertones – especially after the enthusiastic round of sex from the night before. She thought for a moment, wondering just how acquainted she wanted to get with Connor. It seemed her “one-night stands” in her sexual adventure were more like weekend-long affairs,...

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Andee Returns to Las Vegas

Andee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been ... interesting. It was a...

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Andee Returns to Las Vegas Chapter 3

Andee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...

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Andee Returns to Las Vegas Chapter 3

Andee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...

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Ms Nandhini ndash My School Teacher Chapter 2 How

Ms Nandhini – My School TeacherBy KINGPHANTOMEmail: [email protected] 2Lesson – 1 – How to MasturbateThe morning after I Dry Humped our new class teacher’s ass on our school bus. I woke up hearing my older sister Nithya chechi (Starring “Nithya Menon”) calling out my name. “Shyam you idiot, come on get up. You are late for school. I am gonna tell mom, you better get up.” She shouted at me. It’s a curse to share a room with your older sister. She wants to decide on everything that’s...

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Andee Heats Up Houston Day 1

Andee edged her way through the crowd surrounding the luggage belt. She was happy to finally be off the plane after the three hour flight from Toronto, but still had some peculiar emotions about being in Houston. Ever since her encounter with Don back at the conference in Chicago she had been maintaining a casual connection with him, mostly on a professional level. When she received his invitation to come to Texas for a few days to explore first hand some of the research developments his...

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Grandfathers punishment

“Please grandpa, Am too dry!” she sobbed. “It’s a punishment, not pleasure. You should feel as much pain as possible.” He said panting as he mercilessly increased his pace to prove his point. After all, there was no-one to stop him because the only other person in their home was his daughter – Brianna’s mother – who was bedridden following a car accident which left her paralyzed from her waist downwards. “Please, am sorry grandpa. Please. You are hurting me!” She begged. “Good! You....

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Becoming Brandee Chapter Eight

Becoming Brandee Chapter Eight: Sitting at my vanity I carefully outlined my lips. Then I pulled out a tube of china pink lipstick and coated them. My refection pleased me so much. Finally, I coated my pretty colored lips with two coats of shiny sticky lip gloss. I winked at Richard reflected in my mirror who was watching me get ready for work. I then stood up to face him in my freshly ironed cocktail waitress uniform. Today I would be wearing my pink uniform. I loved wearing...

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Andee Heats Up Houston Day 2

Andee woke to the sound of the shower running. Looking at the digital clock beside the bed she saw that it was just after 6:00 a.m. As she sat up in the bed, she was trying to shake out the cobwebs and jetlag in her head when the realization of what had gone on the night before became obvious. She was naked but couldn’t exactly remember at what point during the night her lingerie had come off. She rolled out of the bed, made her way to the closet and pulled on a t-shirt from her suitcase. She...

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Andee Loses a Bet and Her Panties

The whole matter began shortly after Andee’s 38th birthday. She had made one of the biggest decisions of her life and cropped her long brown hair into a cute “pixie” cut. It was a drastic change in her mind, and not long after she began to feel that she wasn’t being “noticed” as much as she had been when her hair was long. “Men prefer long hair,” she complained to her husband one night, not long after she made the dramatic transformation. But despite his constant reassurances, she still felt...

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Andee Poses For A Friend

It had been a long time in coming. Andee wasn’t sure if having to “pay up” for losing a friendly bet with her co-worker was just a passing joke in the hallway, or if he was serious about collecting on it. As a thirty-eight year old mom of two very active boys and career woman, she enjoyed a bit of adventure in her life and this was the second time in a year she had found herself confronted with a sexual complication with her friend. Without question, Andee had been a shameless flirt with Paul,...

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Becoming Brandee Chapter Seven

Becoming Brandee Chapter Seven Today may be one of the most important days of my new bimbo life. I go for my job interview today. I am so nervous. I so want to get this job. Lisa seems to think I am a shoe in. But I am nervous. I so want this job. It means a lot to me and I think it will mean a lot to Richard and I know it will help continue to rein....reinfer...re...make me more comfortable as a bimbo girl happy in her role.To support me, Lisa came over and we went through my...

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Becoming Brandee Chapter Eleven

Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee series are intended for adult readers only. Reproduction in any form may not be done without permission of the author. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Eleven: Julie and I crawled into bed together spent as Richard retired to his room. However, just before heading up to bed, Benjamin and I shared a private moment at the door before he headed back to his home. He kissed me tenderly and told me that he'd like to see me...

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From Candace to CandyChapter 5

We woke up mid morning the next day. I rang down to the servants house and asked that breakfast be served in about an hour. I hustled Candace into the shower, telling Candy that we couldn't play; I had a big day planned for us. And that of course set off a round of what? and why won't you tell me, and I don't care if it's a surprise, which finally ended with several swats to the ass cheeks and a gesture towards the shower. Point made, game, set, match; for now anyway. I went through...

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Becoming Brandee Chapter Twelve

Disclaimer: Like all chapters of the Brandee series, this one is inteded for adult readers only. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Twelve I am now in my fourth month of my tour of gentleman's clubs and adult bookstores and I am really enjoying myself. Julie came out a few weekends ago and had such a fun time watching me in my glory. She says she is going to finish up her Doctorial work sooner than expected and that we might get some more time together. I would really enjoy that as I...

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Grandpa and Grandma come for a visit and the entire family enjoys an incestuous orgy

“We’re here!” Grandma cried as she and Grandpa came through the front door with their suitcases. “Grandma!” the children shouted as quickly the five of them surrounded their Grandparents. Grandma and Grandpa hugged them all – letting their hands grab the firm young asses of their grandchildren. Grandma took special care to press her massive bosom against their chests feeling her nipples harden as she did. Grandpa’s large pecker had been hard since...

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Chandigarh Ki Bhabhi Ko Bnaya Randi

Mera naam harman hai. Yeh meri pehli story hai indian sex stories pe. Yeh story meri bhabhi k baare me hai. Iss story mein m btaunga k kaise mene apni bhabhi ko apni randi bnaya. Apne baare me btata hoon. Mera lund 7 inch ka hai aur height 6 foot. M chandigarh ka rehne wala hoon. Mujhe ladkiyo ko randiyo ki tarah chodne meh bahut maaza aata hai. Chandigarh ki agar koi ladki, bhabhi ya aunty ko badeh aur motte lund ki talaash hai toh meri email pe msg kre: .Chlo story shuru krte hai. Meri...

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Becoming Brandee Chapter Thirteen

Disclaimer: Like all chapters in the Brandee series, this one is also intended for adults only. And, like all other chapters, no part of this story may be reproduced without permission of the author. Enjoy. Becoming Brandee Chapter Thirteen: I think I was telling you all about my publicity and promotional tour before getting side-tracked by hygiene issues in the last chapter. Let me fill you in on a few of my adventures with some fascinating audience members who've won the "Win...

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Crime and Punishment

Before we start: This story was originally written with the girl’s age specified as twelve because at that age the man would have been sentenced to life – often with a recommendation as to how long should be served - over that age the sentence is shorter and I felt less likely for the blackmail to work. But SOL is hosted in Canada and they will not accept descriptions of sex with girls under fourteen. So whatever my opinion I’ve altered or removed age references. We have a caravan which we let...

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Andersonville 23 A Twinkle in her Fathers Eyes

Flashback - 11 months earlier (Author's notes - the intro takes place 'right after' Andersonville 6) There were fifteen men and women crowded into the small conference area. As Colonel Myers surveyed the room, he noticed most of them, the programmers anyway, were about half his age. Barry shook his head; he was getting old. His goal was to make general before he retired, and the Andersonville project had seemed like the best way to increase his chances. The problem was, he had...

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Becoming Brandee Chapter 10

Disclaimer. This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee strory, are intended for adult readers only Becoming Brandee Chapter Ten: Now this was totally unexpected. I had initially thought that my wife Julie and I were both to be dates for Richard and suddenly I become very aware that only my wife is Richard's date for the evening. And, once I open the front door, I will be meeting my very own date. "You look divine, Brandee," said my wife encouragingly, "Now make...

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Andee Heats Up Houston Day 3

Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....

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Andee Heats Up Houston Day 3

Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....

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From Candace to CandyChapter 4

When we returned home I took Candace to my bedroom, laid her on her back on my bed, and tied her hands and ankles to the head and foot boards of the bed. I kissed her lightly on her lips, then began to kiss and nibble on her cheeks, eyelids, forehead, around to her ears and her neck. Her body was stock still but her breathing was quick and shallow. When I got to the front of her neck I began to work my way down the front of her body. I grabbed the scissors I left on the bed table and cut her...

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