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TWO TINY TOOL TALES by Throne For years John had considered himself an accomplished cocksman. Many women had succumbed to his considerable charms and he had bedded them all. Then he picked the wrong woman and found himself in trouble with The Revenge Court, an all female group dedicated to vigilante justice for egotistical cads like himself. Their sentence had been simple. He was to have his eight inch tool reduced to a mere hint of its full glory. John was stunned. His life revolved around a cycle of love them, fleece them, and leave them. Now that was all going to change. He was taken to the Court's secret facility and stripped naked. The two women who handled him were experts at martial arts and, when he made the mistake of trying to stop them, he was kicked hard in the nuggets. That not only incapacitated him but also began his psychological descent from the attitude of male superiority he had so long held. Next he was taken to their surgery and strapped to a cold stainless steel table with his feet in stirrups. The similarity to a gynecological examine situation was not wasted on him. The doctor, a tall busty woman, entered the room and got into position. A face mask hid half of her features but her eyes projected the hatred she had for a man like him. She said to one of her assistants, "What are the instructions for this case?" The other woman consulted an electronic screen and said with grim satisfaction, "You are to remove all of his penis except the head, which will be reattached to the site. He is to be left with complete sensation in that area. His testicles are to be inserted into his groin and sealed there. You will also be implanting a stimulator into them so that they will produce certain substances." The doctor looked directly at John and explained, "Which means you won't have your precious tool to use on women, but you will still get horny, more than you ever have in the past. A proper fate for one like you." He gasped. "Please. No. Not that." She shook her head at his belated contrition. "And I'm also given certain leeway with other procedures that can be done while you are here. I have chosen some that I think will provide a certain... poetic justice... for you." He tried to object further but she put a spreader into his mouth and opened it wide. That was followed by a series of injections to his groin, which immediately began to numb him there. She chuckled as she called for another series of hypodermics and used them on his chest, buttocks and thighs. There was also an anesthetic spray that she used inside his throat. One final shot followed, into his bicep, and the doctor said, "I insisted that we use this drug. It will paralyze you but allow you to be awake while I perform for the next several hours. Prepare to meet Justice." He had to watch as she cut and tucked and sewed. Her practiced hands took small instruments to perform delicate procedures inside his throat. She even did a bit of cosmetic work on his face. He was horrified to know that he was being made over so drastically but there was nothing he could do about it. At long last she was done and he was transferred to a gurney and wheeled to a private room where he slept for the next 48 hours. The doctor herself came to check him when he was revived. Along with her was the Judge who had sentenced him and two of the women he had victimized. The onlookers watched with gleeful satisfaction as his bandages were removed and a stimulant was administered. John stood up uncertainly and looked down at his unclothed body. "Omigawd," he squeaked. He had absolutely no body hair. His chest was dominated by a pair of shapely round breasts and his hips flared out. He felt his bottom and it had attained feminine fullness. "No," he said fearfully, his voice still much too high. They walked him to a mirror so he could see his face, which he didn't even recognize. John's visage resembled... "Not that." ...that of exactly the type woman he had so frequently seduced, robbed and abandoned. It was a heart-shaped face with sweeping eyebrows, distinctive cheekbones, and a naturally puckered mouth with bright red lips. It appeared that he was wearing eyeliner. But worst of all, he saw as they tilted the mirror to give him a look at his crotch, was that his penis was now reduced to a mere nubbin, just the head protruding from his bald crotch, with no manly balls on display below. He whimpered at how completely they had ruined him as a man. The Judge, a middle-aged woman whose dark hair was streaked with grey at the temples, said, "The sentence has been carried out successfully." She grinned wickedly as she added, "And you deserved it, along with what comes next." His mind reeled at the thought of even more to follow. They gave him a short terrycloth robe with a belt, which he tied to try to hide his shamefully unmasculine body, though it did him little good. He made an effort to wipe off the bright lipstick on his plush lips but one of his former lovers laughed and told him that it was permanent coloring, adding, "Though you can add darker shades over top of it. I can see you choosing magenta." He was hustled through several corridors and roughly loaded into the trunk of a long black car. There followed a ride of indeterminate length before the trunk was opened and he found himself in an underground parking garage. They walked him across the cold concrete and shoved him into an express elevator. He glanced at the indicator buttons and saw that he was going to the penthouse. When they got there his robe was snatched off him and one of the women pinched his ear and led him along by it while he yelped and tried to protest, all in that upsettingly high voice. They reached a closed door and rang the bell. It was answered by two tall women, both heavily built and visibly strong. They were wearing only flimsy dressing gowns that fell barely past their broad hips. One of them seized his upper arm in an iron grip and yanked him inside. The other smiled at his delivery team and said, "We'll take him from here. And how long is the Court giving this one to us for?" She was told, "One year, with an option for unlimited extensions." "Oh, good. The longer we have them, the better we can break them and retrain them. There's nothing we like better than tough men who have been made over into weak girls." The door closed and John felt a rush of doomed finality. The threatening women crowded him back until he was standing against the wall, trying to cover his attractive breasts and shamefully altered genitals with his smooth hands. They each took one of his wrists and held them out from his body so they could get a better look. "What do you think, Dan?" one of them said. "I can't wait to start on her, Mike," the other replied. John guessed that their names were really something like Danielle and Michele, but that they had taken male versions of them by preference. He shuddered at the thought of being a prisoner to these obviously cruel and vindictive women. Still holding him, they led him into their bedroom and threw him onto a wide bed. Both of them slipped off their single garments, revealing figures that were both athletic and sexy. He instinctively got aroused. His penis head grew firm and from inside he felt his hidden testicles tingle. A wave of need swept through him. At that moment he would have given everything he owned for relief from his overwhelming need. But now he no longer owned anything and he doubted that relief was even possible with his altered physiology. He remembered what the doctor had said about how he would have more desire than he ever had before and the implications of that terrified him. He also heard, in his mind, one of his captor's words about breaking him and retraining him. With his runaway sexual needs he would be that much more vulnerable to whatever they wanted to do to his psyche. John managed to find his voice and said, sounding like a scared girl, "Please, don't do anything... don't..." Mike laughed at him. "Oh, we're going to do plenty." Dan patted the side of his face, telling him, "And we're going to have fun doing it." The pair gave each other a passionate kiss. He quivered and hugged himself, but the picture of helplessness he made only got them more aroused. They got onto the mattress on either side of him. "Now," Mike told him, "it's time for your first lesson in Pussy Eating 101. How much independent study have you done of that?" "Done...? Eating...? OMG, I've NEVER done that. The thought of it makes me ill." "Oh, jeez," Dan sighed, voice thick with passion, "A made-over girl/boy who hates to go downtown. This is making me SO wet." "I know," Mike told her. "When you get worked up I can smell your gash." "Yeah, I should use some of that feminine spray down there, but that would spoil the taste for John. Or should I say... Jen. Right. This one won't ever hear his original name again. That okay with you, Jen?" John managed to whimper, "It's o... okay." He was afraid to say anything else. Obviously it was in his interest to never disagree with these two rough lesbians. Mike got on her back and flung her long legs apart lewdly. John gagged at the sight it made. Even so, his level of arousal continued to rise. Dan clamped strong fingers on the back of his neck and grinned at him. "We have to get your hair made pretty. It's already kind of long so that should be easy. We'll have someone stop around to do it. For right now, though, you have to get your sweet mouth busy on my partner's box. You want to do that, don't you? You want to lick and suck all the pussy you can get." John managed to whisper, "I... I do." She told him, "So get busy," and pushed his face into Mike's open pungent gash. He choked as he began lapping and having to swallow the fluids his tongue collected. The lezzies gave him detailed instructions and told him not to worry because they would give him lessons every day until he became a total expert. He began to weep and that only got them more enthused. They traded him back and forth until he was half crazy from the endless sexual servitude. Their libidos were enflamed by the 'fresh meat' they had in their spacious apartment to take advantage of and abuse. His concealed balls ached. He knew he would have the taste of pussy in his mouth almost non-stop, especially after they told him that he wouldn't be allowed to rinse or use a toothbrush for hours after these sessions. When John started to sob at that news, Mike said with mock sympathy, "Jeez, wait until Jen finds out that she's going to be eating our asses, too." They laughed at his breakdown upon hearing that unsavory news. The 'pussy party' went on and on, with the harsh women alternating their sex games with punishment time, which involved slapping him around and putting him over their firm thighs for prolonged spankings. He could understand already that their retraining of him would be impossible to fight back against. At the same time, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from trying to resist what they wanted to do to his thinking. It would be a long battle that he was fated to lose. Several hours later, with both females satisfied from multiple orgasms and John defeated and shamed, the doorbell rang. The pair looked at each other and laughed. "Almost forgot," Mike said. "Yeah," Dan agreed. "It's time for Bricktop to get here. We've got an evening at the club planned." Mike smacked John's blazingly sore ass and snapped at him, "Get the door, Jen." Not wanting to be seen the way he was, naked with his body hairless and pink, sporting jiggly boobs, a plump butt, and a ridiculous miniaturized version of the main male part, he nevertheless went to the door, already conditioned not to give his new owners any backtalk. As he swung the door inward, John found himself having to look up to see the face of a towering Black woman. She had on a tank top, jeans, and motorcycle boots. Her skin was very dark, her features thick, and her reddish hair worn short and natural. She peered down at him with undisguised dislike. Her broad hand went to the middle of his chest, just above his breasts, and she shoved hard, sending him stumbling backward. The women greeted her cheerily as 'Bricktop'. Bricktop glowered at John and said, "Yo, you better get in line and stay in line, little white bitch, or I'm going to take you apart. I'm not soft and friendly like Dan and Mike here. Understood?" He piped, "Yes, Ma'am." "Yeah," she said with a nod. "You better show respect, girl, or you'll feel my boot up your pretty pink ass." John looked to his jailers for help. All he got was an explanation, from Dan, that, "Bricktop is going to babysit you tonight. Mike and I own a club downtown and have to be there most nights. But don't feel bad. Once you get more trained, once we've got your head where we want it, you'll be going along with us sometime. You will LOVE the ladies you get to know there. Especially the ones who dress in leather and want to put you in collars and cuffs... and worse. You're going to be a real hit at Club L." As they got ready to leave, Bricktop used John to practice throwing punches at. He had to dodge constantly. She made sure not to do more than graze him, but he knew that if she wanted to, she could land every blow on his defenseless form. After five minutes of that he felt exhausted and willing to do whatever she demanded, if he could avoid having her turn him into a personal punching bag. Bricktop knew exactly how to intimidate someone and bring them under her absolute control in record time. It was going to be a long evening for John and plenty of fun for her. Especially when she made him serve as her body slave. Already she could feel his mouth on her unwashed feet... and several other sweaty locations. Yeah, this was going to be good fun for several nights a week, probably for the next month. By the time he got transported to Club L he was going to be a different person. And hey, for what he had done to innocent women, he deserved it. ****** Dennis was going to enjoy this. He always took pleasure from throwing people off properties he owned, but the idea of personally evicting a woman from what she called The Magic Shoppe, would be the ultimate in fun for him. Not only did he hate her ideas about women possessing any kind of power, but he especially despised the stupid idea that magic could be real. Yes, he thought happily as he opened the door of the tiny business, this was going to be prime entertainment for him. His lip curled as he eyed the interior of the cramped space. There were deep shelves crowded with supposedly occult items, tables filled with bogus artifacts, and a back wall packed with jars of what purported to be powerful herbs and whatever. He snorted derisively as he approached the counter. At least the woman working there was young and kind of sexy. She would be a lot more attractive if she wasn't wearing that shawl and hand woven shirt along with that billowing skirt with the primitive art on it. He couldn't see her feet but felt sure they were clad in sandals, if not bare. Yuck. He went up and put his hands on the counter, leaning slightly toward her in his expensive three piece suit and overpriced haircut. Dennis grinned, which made some people think of snakes or reptiles. Maybe a shark. The woman pushed back her thick, unstyled hair, which fell to her shoulders, and asked in a friendly way, "May I help you?" "Yes," he said with a predatory leer. He opened one hand and slid forward the paper it had been holding. "You can help me -- and yourself -- by vacating these premises within two weeks. Sooner would be better than later." She touched the paper and said, "This doesn't look like an eviction notice." He scowled at her, picked it up and said... nothing. On the single page was an ad for Fernwell's Fabulous Fun Fair, with a drawing of a clown decorating it. He was visibly puzzled. Then he recovered and said, "Listen, wiseass, I don't know how you did that. Some amateur magician's slight of hand. Big deal. I can have a fresh copy here in an hour. Maybe less. And I will. In fact, maybe I'll make sure that you can't open up again, anywhere in this city. I can do that, you know. I have connections. You could end up a few blocks from here, with the cheap hookers that flag down drivers over on Redwell Street. Although I don't think you'd get much business with that hippy dippy look of yours." He laughed nastily. "Well," she said. "It looks you're holding all the cards." As she spoke she reached under the counter and came up with a small box covered in red leather. When she opened it, Dennis saw a deck of curious looking cards, kind of like those tarmac ones, or talcum, or whatever they were called, that were supposed to tell fortunes. More bunk. She slipped them from the box and fanned them out in front of her. In a changed voice, deeper and with new power behind it, she intoned, "Touch the cards, Mr. Wilmont." How did she know his last name? And what was she doing giving him orders, he thought as he reached out to lay his fingers atop the colorful cards. A tingle ran up his arm and he withdrew his hand. As he did, three cards slid out from the others, perhaps because he had moved them, or maybe on their own. She turned over the first card and it showed a gorgeous female figure, scantily dressed. The second was a broken sword. And the third was a pair of hourglasses, with sand running down in one and, in defiance of gravity, upward in the other. Still using that unnatural voice, she said, her words measured, "The first card is The Beautiful Woman, and because she is facing right side up, it indicates change. The second is the shattered weapon, which is facing the opposite direction, meaning misfortune which will arrive very soon. The third is..." She took a breath and closed her eyes for a moment. "... is the circle of time, which always faces both ways at once. It means that whatever the other cards bring will continue for a long time, perhaps without end." Dennis had been frozen in place while he listened but suddenly the spell was broken. He shook himself and stepped back, though not, he told himself, because he believed any of that nonsense or was afraid. He told her firmly, "I will be back -- sooner than you will like -- and see to it that you are shut down and gone post haste. And I don't need any idiotic cards to tell me that." He stormed out, trying to convey anger and calm at the same time. Dennis was pissed. He needed to unwind. Why not drive over to Redwell Street and get himself a piece of something sweet, like that girl he'd had his eye on, the one with the huge knockers and supersized ass? Yes, that was what he would do. It would make a new man of him. He got back into his car and pulled out from the curb, made an illegal U-turn, and headed for his destination. On Redwell there was the usual assortment of midday hookers. They were all acceptable but he couldn't stop thinking about that one. He had noticed her before but now, for some unknown reason, he was obsessed with her. And hey, after he had humped her he could pay her less than they had agreed on. What was she going to do about it? She was just another stupid helpless woman. And there she was, wearing a snug top with nothing under it, which really showed off those whoppers. She had on short-shorts that let her butt cheeks peek halfway out. And the shoes on her small feet were perfect for a slut like she was, red ones with towering heels. He sniggered at her, at how she had to demean herself to attract men who would insult her further, so that she could turn most of her earnings over to some bastard of a pimp. Yes, Dennis was feeling much better already. He cruised to the curb and lowered the driver's window with the push of a button. She started toward him immediately, heavy tits bobbing, wide hips swinging exaggeratedly, and licked her bright red lips, saying, "Hey, how'd you like to have this mouth around your cock?" He thought for a second and said, "What about the whole package?" She pouted, which for some reason he found wildly stimulating, and said in a little girl voice, "Aw, baby, I'd love to but I have a... condition right now. How about just the best blowjob you've ever had. I've got tricks you've never even heard of." She licked those lips with a pink wet tongue and he experienced another rush of sexual energy. "Yeah, sure, all right," he said, overcome. "How much?" She gave him an extra close look and said, "For you, handsome, whatever you want to pay." Whoa. She was not only hot looking but dumb as well. Just the way he liked them. Dennis was thinking of all the ways he could take advantage of her as he opened the door and she slid in, leaning toward him to show off her deep cleavage. He also got a look at some kind of medallion she wore on a short chain. They got to a cheap motel he liked to use for these types of assignations, and he paid for a room for the hour. As soon as they were in there she did a sort of strip tease, getting down to just her black, high-cut panties. When he told her to take them off as well she cited her 'condition' again. He was too much under the power of whatever weirdly strong turn-on he was being affected by to care. He looked her up and down, those overblown curves, the only things she wore now being the panties... and that odd medallion. She saw him noticing it and said, "Mmm, baby, why don't you touch my lucky charm? Maybe it'll make you a winner." He strode up to her and put his hands greedily on her plump milkbags, saying, "These'll give me all the good luck I need, ho." She used her innocent voice again as she said, "Pleeease. All my guys touch it for me." He sighed and put the tip of his forefinger against the disc of worn metal. All at once, Dennis couldn't move. The slutty sexpot's eyes went wide. "You're the one," she said in disbelief. "After all these years. They found someone who is rottener than I was when I was a man." She laughed, the sound full of relief. "After all these years, I'm finally going to be free." She unhooked the fine chain around her neck and placed it on his, fastening it with care. Then she held the medallion and said, "I'm going to be... Dennis Wilmont. With a big house and a fine new car and... holy shit... a huge bank account and endless assets. Woof. Just give me a minute while the rest of your memories download into my mind. Sorry you're not going to get any of my experiences. You'll have to figure out how to keep your customers happy all by yourself. They call me Blow Job Betty so you can be... Downtown Denise. You know, how 'going downtown' means giving head. Anyway, get yourself out of those fancy clothes before the big change takes place." Against his will, Dennis began to undress. She wriggled sexily out of her panties and he was stunned to discover that she possessed a tiny penis. Betty explained that, when she had provoked a magic user into putting the curse on her, she had been transformed into the plush figure he now saw, but with this one disgraceful reminder of who and what he had been prior to his downfall. Two minutes later the air in the small room shimmered and they both began to transform. She grew slimmer and taller. He became fuller of figure and shorter. To his horror he had to watch her assume his physical form and himself take on hers, though the face was still partly his own, enough that anytime he looked into a mirror he would be reminded of who had been. When it was over he was a big-titted prostitute and she was a wealthy and powerful business man, although somewhat shady, which she told him she would change, having learned her lesson over the past years. She touched the medallion he now wore one more time and gasped. "Oh my," she said, but now in his voice. "Looks like you're scheduled to be Downtown Denise for a long long time." She chuckled wickedly and began to get dressed in his clothes. Then she took the cash that was in her tiny, heart-shaped shoulder bag and added it to what was already in his overstuffed wallet. She decided out loud, "I should be able to control you for a few more minutes, so let me have a bit of fun." She opened her bag and took out a pink cell phone, then hit a pre-set number, telling him, "I'm calling your pimp, Hardcase. Here's what you're going to say to him." She gave him the instructions and then stood back to listen. Dennis -- now Denise -- said in his new voice, "Listen, Hardcase, you sorry-assed piece of trash. I'm not working for you anymore. I'm going independent. If you want to try to stop me I'm at the Palm Tree Motel. Room 7. Come over right now if you think you still have any hold on me." John was horrified to hear himself, knowing what was likely to result. He looked at his transformed self in the spotty mirror on the dresser and saw the zaftig woman he had become, and the tiny dick, almost not there, that would sentence him to pleasing his customers only with oral sex. Now he knew why Betty had to have become so proficient at that art. It made him sick to think of what was to come. She strutted out, leaving him alone and naked. Numbly he began to dress... in her blatantly exhibitionistic clothing. Dim memories were slowly surfacing. He knew where his shoebox of an apartment was. He knew the names of the extra customers who he took on the side, when his pimp wasn't around. He would recognize Weird Bob, who liked to have his balls licked while he was told how much the licker liked to do that. And he would know on sight Creepy Cal, who wanted to have a whore kneel behind him, reach around to manipulate his cock while she used her mouth to... UGH. Dennis was trying to banish those unsettling mental images from his confused mind when the door was thrown open and then slammed shut. Standing there was a tall, rough looking man in leather, with a studded metal band around his wrist. He slid the band over his fist and came toward Dennis/Denise, who recognized this person from the limited portion of Betty's memories that he had inherited. In a small feminine voice, wearing only panties and those tiny shorts, John said, "Um, Hardcase, I can explain." "You can explain, all right, bitch. You can explain while I work you over some and then you can explain while you suck my cock. You can finish explaining while I put you on that bed, flip you over, and fill your ass with my meat. I know I ain't never done that to you before but you have to learn you can't talk to your Man like you just did. And then, to make sure you don't forget your lesson, I got a whole fraternity house full of frat boys that want something different. I told them I got a girl with cow tits who will do anything -- and now that's gonna include taking it up the old chocolate highway -- except she won't let you touch her pussy, cause she's mental and thinks she's got some kind of 'condition'. Yeah, you're gonna get a couple lessons and reinforcements and stuff, like you ain't never gonna forget. And from now on, Blow Job Betty..." He sneered the name. "... old Hardcase is gonna give you all his hardest cases, all the freaks I didn't used to let use my girls, cause from here on in, you are at the bottom of the bottom." He hesitated to give her a closer look. "And whatever you did to your face, whatever is making you look kind of different... well, it won't matter when you have a fat cock in your mouth." He laughed with sadistic pleasure as he rushed at her and landed a dozen blows with his metal- wrapped hand. Hardcase was careful not to damage his merchandise while causing as much pain as he could. When he was done, John stood there swaying, desperate to avoid any more punishment. John's instinct for preservation kicked in. He said meekly, "Whatever you say, Hardcase. You are my boss. I'm sorry, baby. Do whatever you want to me. And sell me to whoever you please. There's just one thing." "What?" he demanded angrily. John said, still projecting extreme surrender, "From now on, baby, could you call me... and tell all the john's to call me... Downtown Denise. I'd really like that." "Whatever, you crazy bitch. But right now you goin' downtown on my cock. So don't bother getting' the rest of the way dressed. Just let them big boobs wobble around while you swallowin' my rod. Do your deep throat thing and then finish me with your hand so I can watch my spunk shoot into your filthy mouth." Still eager to please her new owner, Downtown Denise said seductively, "Oh, Hardcase, I love it when you control me this way. I'll do WHATEVER you want, all the time." "Yeah, you suck-off cum-catcher, just do it." Hardcase snorted. "And then I'll rip those shorts off and plow your fat ass." So John went from being a john to servicing johns, lots of them during extra long working hours. Hardcase treated him horridly. John learned... quickly... all the tricks that Betty had perfected. He became a full time receptacle for anonymous men's spunk, and brought to life some very twisted fantasies. It was an endless sentence of degradation and disgrace, that would go on for he didn't know how long. And it was all because he had been a prize bastard... and because he had messed with a woman who understood and used potent magic. Every time he would sadly finger his shrunken cock, feel himself become uncontrollably stimulated and not be able to do anything to gain relief, he thought about her. Years later he would still occasionally venture off of Redwell Street, get within a block of The Magic Shoppe, and stare longingly at its windows, sometimes glimpsing the oddly dressed woman inside. He just wished that it wasn't part of his curse to not be able to go any closer. Those magic users thought of everything. THE END.

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TRAVELS (GAY TALES)As a follow-up to my Lesbian Tales entitled TRAVELS, I will use the same approach with gay men telling stories about their sex life when they are travelling.ROBERT (30 years-old. Single. Top gay. American. Clean-cut and handsome salesman.)I was told Switzerland was pretty uptight when it came to sex. I don’t know if it depends which part of Switzerland you go to, but I found Geneva very open-minded. I travel to a different country in Western Europe every two years. I started...

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ASYLUM TALES

ASYLUM TALES The title of the story describes it all Author’s Note:  Damn, it’s been about three months away from the keyboard with the exceptions of a couple additions already laying around to other stories.  JJ seems to be a prophet; I’ve gotten the urge to revive and add a couple chapters of ‘The Nanny’ next month with it being the most popular of my tales.  (And on its anniversary since I started that story last October)   But first, I figured I’d do a one time deal and rattle off some...

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Election 04 and Related Tales

"The Election" is a setup story. It provides the background forall the other stories here, so I highly suggest you read it first. While almostcompletely devoid of erotic content, it is fairly short, and should still hopefullybe entertaining to read. All the other stories are individual tales of various people that happenafter the events described in "The Election" take place, and theywill be chock full of eroticism. I will be adding tales from time to time,so look for future updates.

1 year ago
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The Fury Saga Book 3 Kat O Nine Tales

NEW TG: Hell Hath No Fury (Femdom, genetic mutation) Part 3 ========================================= (c) [email protected] 1997. Introduction from Darkside. =========================== This is the cumulation of about a years worth of effort on my part. Nine months planning the whole thing out and three months actual writing. Infinite thanks must go to Vickie Tern without who's patient re-reading and suggesting made this, my first story what it is. You are welcome to do...

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Batwoman meets Catwoman Part Two

Introduction: Batwoman returning back to Hollys loft from patrol beliving trhe woman is asleep is in for a rude awakening. It had been a long night and an even longer patrol, and Kate was drained. Slipping into the window quietly to find her Holly fast asleep, Batwoman moved quietly for the chair and started to get undressed. Removing the belt with practiced ease, she then took off the cape before she removed the gloves and boots…, only then placing her hands on the dresser and lowering her...

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Editing Reailty Book 1 Chapter 9 A Special Tool

Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created Part Nine: A Special Tool By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. James Davies I groggily rose from sleep, unable to ignore my bladder any longer. I thrust off my blanket and sat up, blinking, the world a blur without my glasses. I groaned, wanting to slip back into sleep. It was Saturday. I was up late drawing. I almost finished the next panel of my comic. I glanced at the wall, at the drawing of my two...

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Too Twisted Tales

This story will be an anthology of discomforting short tales. It is a place for me to flesh out my ideas that aren’t long enough for their own separate stories and are too ‘twisted’ for anywhere else. It can be a place for you to do that too if you want. That said, the rules of this site will be adhered to in terms of content restrictions. And furthermore, all characters in these stories are over 18 years of age. As much should always be understood and no attempt will be made to suggest...

Fetish
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Rescuing Princess Nina And Other Tales

Wiping his broad sword on ginas beard he sapt and called his hosrse Synopsis: in a land removed in space and time a Vagabond Wanderer is hired to rescue the snotty princess from the vile hands of villains heaping unnamable tortures and humiliations on her. ?Will he stop them in time? Of course not.  Disclaimer: Strictly Adults Only Material. If you are not of legal adult age or this kind of material is illegal or considered unacceptable in your country/state or community.? please?...

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Twisted Fairy Tales

Twisted Fairy Tales Story 1: Diamond Screams Adapted From: The Blue Fairy Book, by Andrew Lang Synopsis: What would you do with a wife who produced gold withevery word, and diamonds from every scream? Codes: M/f, torture, humiliation, extreme, nc, serious The 16 th day of the Fourth Month Dear Diary: You are my only outlet for relieving my pain, Diary, and I am lucky my princelyhusband allows me this small release. He has denied me everything else, eventhe power of speech. The only sounds...

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Cat Tales

Readers have been requesting more stories about my cats lately…or maybe I just wanted to share. Who can blame me, living with such freaks as these? Recently I’ve shared these stories with the wonderful people in the author’s hangout, and I wanted to share them with any readers brave enough to venture forth into a story about my pussies. So here are a few strange tales, and I hope you enjoy them. * * * I have three cats. Cosmic Creepers is my oldest cat, a five-year-old black boy cat. He’s a...

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Amoral Faerie Tales

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a beautiful maiden. In all of the lands, there was not a woman who lived, more beautiful. So benevolent was this woman, that her kindness stretched to the four corners of the world. Kings, and Queens came to her, to show their gratitude for her simply being alive. The maiden was called Divinity Mundane, and for all of the beauty that she possessed, she was a woman of common wealth, common possessions, and common wisdom. Like all women of such wealth,...

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Immoral Fairie Tales

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a beautiful maiden. In all of the lands, there was not a woman who lived, more beautiful. So benevolent was this woman, that her kindness stretched to the four corners of the world. Kings, and Queens came to her, to show their gratitude for her simply being alive. The maiden was called Divinity Mundane, and for all of the beauty that she possessed, she was a woman of common wealth, common possessions, and common wisdom. Like all women of such wealth,...

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04 The Chico Tales

"Yes, one of the is your mother," Julie said with a smile, "and who do you think the other one is?" "Ummm," Michelle stammered, studying the photo, "you? …. but how?....... what?........ where?....... when?" Julie threw back her head and laughed at her young companion’s bewilderment, "I have known your mother since before you were born, and we have stayed in touch over the years, as we have very similar interests.” Julie continued, “a few years back, while your father was on a...

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Girls Aloud Knickers Tales

Girls Aloud Knickers Tales All 5 members of Girls Aloud, Cheryl Tweedy, Nadine Coyle, Kimberley Walsh and Sarah Harding are all round at Nicola Roberts’s house catching up on all the key events that has happened to them over the past few months. They all sit drinking wine talking about each other’s solo careers and Kim and Sarah’s move into TV presenting but soon the topic shifts to their love life and current boyfriends. Cheryl says she still cares for Ashley despite what a scum bag he...

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Strapon Tales

There are tales of the Strap on Sex Variety. I want to see girls giving to guys up the ass with a big strap on cock. Choose from one of the options below: The first scenario is you get sent to and all women’s prison but you’re a guy. You get caught for reckless diving but the male prison is over crowed. So you get sent to a rough prison with corrupt female guards and wild inmates that haven’t seen a man in a long time. The second scenario is you have a hot girlfriend that is dominate. She is a...

BDSM
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Humilating Tales

The stories written here will be focused on humilation as you can probably guess. You can pick a character and you will follow them on the most humilating experience of their life! The stories can contain fetishes such as (Wetting pants, sph, enf and enm, diapering and anything else) so long as it follows the guidelines. This is me writing for the first time so I apologise if my method of story telling and or style of writing changes drastically from different chapters, as I am just starting...

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TRAVELS LESBIAN TALES

TRAVELS (LESBIAN TALES)Many of the lesbians I know or I’ve met, single or married, told me that much of the exciting sex they have had was on a trip, either a holiday or business. Here are a few examples, although all are fictitious, written as if they were narrated to me. MANDY (Single. 40 years old. Canadian. Brunette, rather plain face, nice body)I was never one to “go south” during our long cold winters, but last year I was fed up by the time Christmas came around and went to a travel...

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Masseur Extraordinaire 2 Canterbury Tales

Freshly found friend & elder b*o Phil invites me along to London next European Go Congress in Canterbury. After our luch meeting at a terrace in Namur in the francophone eastern part of Belgium, where only choice in beers is from strong till very strong indeed, just like the iinteresting impact of his hot short sexy spicy stories on submission of great gals to the whims of his whips & heaving hips. As we learnt with lovely looking Louisa from his arousing exposé about his curious...

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SHORT PIECES Gay Tales

SHORT PIECES (Gay Tales)THE DINERIt was 5AM and Jim couldn’t sleep. He was too horny. It was raining.“The hell with it”, he mumbled to himself. He put on his raincoat and left his apartment. It was dark and drizzling. Two blocks away the familiar letters in yellow neon lights spelled “Roger’s Diner”. It was open 24/7. Maybe someone he knew would be there. A young couple had the corner table in the rear. They were silent and sipped their coffee. Roger nodded to Jim. Jim sat on one of the...

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SHORT PIECES Lesbian Tales

SHORT PIECES (Lesbian Tales)THE WAITRESSAfter 27 years at the same restaurant, Lorna knew how to size up a new waitress, how to tell, you know. Eyes mainly, where they looked, if they looked. Never mind the young ones, they wouldn’t be interested anyway. A mature waitress, with experience, coming into a new job. Why ? Not Lorna’s problem. At least with a woman her age, she could tell. Like with Marge.“Sorry honey, let me squeeze in here”, Lorna would whisper as she rubbed her stomach against...

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Shalini8217s USA Trip 8211 The Wife Tales

Introduction Hi Everyone, this is Shalini and it is my first story on ISS, Recently I went out for office trip to USA and had an awesome experience, I was discussing this with Yug and he suggested that I should write this experience in ISS. So here I am sharing my USA Previously you must have read stories posted by my husband about our European vacation (Dreamy vacation 1,2 &3), the feedback on those stories have been phenomenal. Thanks!! Just to refresh those who are reading it for the first...

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Twisted Teen Tales

                                             Twisted Teen Tales                                                                                          by                                                                                    Rolf Palsy                                                                                    Chapter 1                                                                       Spanked and Raped by Daddy        When I was fourteen, mom took a powder, leaving me...

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Raynes Tales

Blood.. it had become my second skin, my mask of deception, my one true calling. Death, war and pain were the only things that ever pulled me back into this godforsaken reality, nothing could settle my unforgiving hands and the urge to bring never ending chaos upon this pitiful place we call earth. For many years I have wondered to many far and wide places but none of them seem to fill this gaping hole in my chest, those who I called friends have gone their separate ways from me and I can’t...

Fantasy
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Persona 5 Enf Tales

Shibuya Japan is one of the biggest cities in Tokyo Japan. With its large population, grand architecture, and impressive urban infrastructure who wouldn’t want to live there. Recently the group known as the Phantom Thieves have skyrocketed in popularity. Unknown to the rest of the city, what makes up this Rouges gallery of thieves consists of regular high schoolers. And like all regular high schoolers, they aren’t safe from societal fears of embarrassment. One of these tales of misfortune...

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The Tool Shed

I grew up in an older section of a small town. Our house was only three blocks from the downtown area and my mother and her neighbor friends would simply walk to the grocery store every morning to pick up what they needed for dinner and supper that night. The houses were large, with high ceilings, broad front porches, and either wood sided or sided with asbestos shingles. Most of the houses were white, and most needed a new paint job. Unlike the track houses you see today, the houses were set...

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Batwoman meets Catwoman Part Two

Holly crept up behind Kate with instinctive ease, then like some guard dog she bit on Kate's cunt then chewed playfully on her flesh through her latex while her hands shot forward, and grabbed Kate's tits. She let out a deep, long moan that resonated through the latex into Kate's cunt as latex covered flesh muffled it. She couldn't resist Kate's succulent position one moment, and she wanted some of that sweet pussy so badly! "Ahhhhhhhhhhh...., uuuhhhhh....,...

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The Philosophers Tool

The oars struck the water in unison and with a monstrous heave were pulled up and out and propelled the ship forward. In time to the rhythm beaten out on the huge oxhide drum, the rowers once again followed the same cycle that ensured that even when the wind was low the business of sea-trade continued. Chitineus watched the merchant ship with fascination as it sailed out of the harbour. Just as the tool of the musician was his instrument, in this case, the drum, the tool of the seaman’s trade...

Gay Male
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Catwoman and BatmanThe Wager

This story uses characters owned by Warner Bros./DC Comics. They are used here strictly in a not for profit fan story meant for readers enjoyment. It is free to be archived on any site wishing to do so, provided the authors are given credit. CATWOMAN AND BATMAN - THE WAGER by Eric and Steve Zink Part 1 Catwoman walked in to her meeting with Batman. It was hardly surprising that she moved with such a feline grace. Selina enjoyed Batman's admiration, and she smiled...

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Catwoman humiliates Bat Girl

Bat girl Aka Barbra Gordon is searching for Catwoman hell bent on revenge after what she did to her. Bat Girl then thinks back to a week ago when Catwoman captured her stripped off her costume and left her in nothing but her underwear. Bat Girl tracks Catwoman to old where house. Bat Girl sneaks inside looking for Catwoman as she looking around suddenly she shocked. When Bat Girl wakes up she is tied to metal table with Catwoman looking down at her. Hi Batbrat Catwoman laughing so you didn’t...

3 years ago
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The Girl Scout 3 The Tool Man

She was strung up by her arms behind her back. Her young body stretched, exposed for the old men around her to see. Parts of her scout uniform tattered and stained still clung to her but she was naked from the waist down. Prior- The Girl Scout -1 The Gril Scout -2 Daddy The men surrounded her, Laughing, drinking smoking. They had all either fucked her mouth or cum and pissed on her. Cum dripped down her leg as she had her first fuck. Raped and fucked, tormented and abuse she had...

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Night Skies Hotel Destinys Path

Night Skies Hotel: Destiny's Path By Solari Author's note: The following story is a direct sequel to "Night Skies Hotel," and expands on the universe introduced in that story. This story, "Night Skies Hotel: Destiny's Path," and its predecessor, "Night Skies Hotel," may be posted on any Web site so long as the Web site is free of charge, open to the public, and the story is properly credited. This story contains adult language and sexuality. If this is illegal from where you're...

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Meanwhile Inside the Tool Shed

Sienna heard the voice of Sr. Cornelia calling her from somewhere on the grounds behind the dormitories. She sighed as she stood inside the garden shed where a mysterious man had lured her inside. "Don't listen to her..." The man standing behind her put a finger on her lips urging her not to speak, or to respond to the nun's call. She had spent half the Saturday afternoon working off her penance weeding the vegetable garden near the cottage. The weakened sunlight streamed on her back,...

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Daddys Tool Shed Heaven

….My daddy built me a ’Queens Chair’ in his tool shed. I loved to spend time with him in the big shed, so he built me a ’special’ chair. I would climb up and sit and he always had a cold drink for me. He would come over and tell me how beautiful I was and how he loved me keeping him company. He would come over and stand between my legs and we would kiss and hug each other. He had a stool he sat in front of me and we’d talk. I noticed he would look between my legs a lot. Did he think I was...

3 years ago
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Brother My First Tool

By : Pooja123 Hi readers, I am Pooja from Kerala. I’m writing my first experience over here. Hope you guys will enjoy this. Remember this isn’t a story, it’s a true incident. I’m narrating what happened between me and my brother Praveen 2 years back. All these happened when I was pursuing my +2 (18 years) and he was then doing his 10th. We use to sleep together since childhood because ours is a two bedroom apartment. One was occupied by our parents. One night he went to bed early and I was...

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The Mechanics Big Tool

Dallas, Texas 2005 "Will ya look at that?" I heard Uncle Mario hiss as I lay on the gurney under the Ferrari. "What?" I grumbled, greasy and sweaty from a mornings work on the toys of the rich and famous. "You gotta see this broad boss," he said as he knelt down and winked at me under the car. I couldn't imagine any broad getting Mario this excited; when you work in the best Ferrari garage in the Southwest you see a lot of prime cunt. These old farts that can afford a half mill for a...

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Vallejo ABS Sucktales

When I was 24 and in the Navy, they sent me to a school at Vallejo California, where I spent the next 12 weeks. Vallejo is a small town north of San Francisco. I mean a small town. On the first visit I discovered the only ABS in town. It was enough. There was no internet back then, and I would buy porno playing cards (good for jerking off in the bathroom) and magazines. Straight porno because that’s what I enjoyed looking at while I jacked off. But then I would leave my bag up front and go back...

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Driftwood

I created that dramatic face of red lipstick and smoky eyes in the mirror. Grabbed my bag and went. As I walked out the house, across the street and tottered up the alley the rain started to flood the passage way. It only took twenty minutes in the cab but I knew that by the end of the night this was going to be the longest time I had sat down between Molly and her partner James and not spoken a word. It was always awkward in a cab with those two. Molly would have to at any given moment...

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Driftwood

Introduction: Part 1. Black tutu, silk stockings, 6 inch heels and the skimpiest bra I could find. I couldnt be arsed with knickers they would only get ripped off and lost forever. I didnt want to loose any of my sexy clothes they werent designer but they were mine. Silk handbag with the essentials in it. I created that dramatic face of red lipstick and smoky eyes in the mirror. Grabbed my bag and went. As I walked out the house, across the street and tottered up the alley the rain started to...

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03 The Chico Tales

The thought of her father's fat, heavy cock increased Michelle desire, as she slipped a finger inside herself, and feeling her wetness, pushed the finger deeper. It was at that point that she remembered the hidden cameras her neighbour Julie had planted, and hoping she had the angle right, pulled her panties to her ankles and opened her legs. The thought that Julie was watching her wanton display made her finger herself faster. As she rubbed, she mentally photoshopped the image, where is was...

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Speedo Stains Tell Tales

It happened at the swimming-pool where I go two or three times a week, quite early in the morning. It’s a modern pool, shared with the Secondary School next door and sometimes the pool sessions during the day are shared too; on my days off, I’ve been there later in the day when the older boys of the Upper School are having their lessons – lean young 16 to 18 year-olds, nearly always wearing those baggy board-shorts; the serious ones sometimes wear compression-style “Jammers” but always in...

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Ninja tales

This tale starts with Naruto. Naruto can be a child, meeting a brother figure, or with Naruto on his way to the academy. Either way plz follow these guidelines 1) All teams must be 4 Genin and 1 jonin, 2) Your OC must not be a godlike, overpowered, super ninja, at least not at the start of the story 3)Have fun writing and reading :)

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Piano Lessons And Monster Tales

The young Isabeau clenched her jaw and struck the ivory keys of the piano with her fists four times in quick succession. “Arpeggios, arpeggios, arpeggios! I despise arpeggios!” she screamed out in anger and frustration.Isabeau stood from her piano bench and stomped her way to the open window that looked out over the impeccably maintained garden of the mansion’s grounds. She stood in defiance with her back to her piano teacher, the Maestro, her arms crossed under her small breasts and her head...

Supernatural
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A Tale of Two Tales

Part One ~ his perspective~My wife Brittney and I married early in life. That was the best part. Because we both loved each other and also knew that there was a difference between love and sex. And we LOVED sex. We always flited with our friends and really enjoyed the times when we one would watch the other making out with one of our friends, and while the furthest either of us got was either giving or getting head, or eating pussy or getting pussy eaten; we’d never really had an opportunity to...

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Two tales

Note : This story is completely fictional! It all started when my eighteen year old (Shelly) became pregnant by some no good kid she met at school, When she told her mother her reaction was to kick her out, That’s when she came to live at my place, the day she moved in she was already starting to show and I wondered what I had let myself in for. The days passed and life was good I would go to work each day and come home to a clean house, then one Sunday morning when Shelly was about seven...

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Mutiny on the Bunte KuhChapter 7 Hamilton

“Auntie Martha!” Happy screams from two bouncing Munchkins, newly arrived at the Kuh’s homeport. Martha Grayson, Governor of Azahar, stood to greet her returning friend. Inez Nadenka Key, I. N. Key, the extracted pop singer Inkie, known to the Tuull as S’Rndult T’Blssut, in English: ‘Principal Master of the Arts, Harmony’. With Inkie were Dinky and Armand, her adopted children who ran to Martha and her similarly aged daughter, Joan. The image of a beautiful woman, the AI Helva, came into...

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Catwoman Next Door

Catwoman Next Door by: Shawna Summers [email protected] It's funny how a casual conversation can have a serious impact on your life. I still remember vividly one conversation that resulted in my first female dominant relationship. I was just about to finish high school, and had just turned eighteen. It was also the winter when Batman Returns had come out. As a fetishist and comic fan, with Michelle Pfeiffer in a vinyl catsuit as Catwoman had me very interested in seeing the...

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Im No Power Tool Guru But

Walking through the hardware store, having been there as they opened the doors on this beautiful Saturday morning, I was looking for the correct blade for my circular saw. Having located it, I turned to go to the register and abruptly ran into a lady I didn't know was standing there."Oh! Excuse me! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," I said as I fought off the embarrassment I felt."You're fine, don't worry about it," was her reply. Her voice was one of those that had an elevated degree of...

Straight Sex
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Power Tool Original versionChapter 01

John Smith is a tall blond man of average build with fair looks who lives a very quiet life. It’s like he’s hiding from the world, which he is. Despite this lifestyle he’s well known and liked in his local community. His only family is his niece, Brooke. His older brother married a much younger girl while in high school, she was pregnant at the time. John was nine and his brother was eighteen when Brooke was born. She was nearly eight when an explosion and fire destroyed the home of John’s...

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Mutiny on the Bunte KuhChapter 6 Back To The Future

Slowly Boats’s memories moved forward to her immediate past. Vivie’s recent walk from the med-tube to her pod demonstrated her continuing special relationship with shipboard Marines who regarded her with awe. Their typical passing greeting of ‘rah’ was now upgraded back to ‘Oorah!’ or ‘Oorah, Boats!’ When she considered that a traditional function of shipboard Marines was to protect officers from mutiny, the enthusiastic Oorahs were both heartwarming and chilling. If her actions with...

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My Dishonest Wife Rashmi Loves Big Tools

Hi ISS readers this is my first and true story of my life. My name is Raman and my wife name is Rashmi she has an extraordinary figure of 36b boobs. Her boobs are really heavenly. Now coming straight to the story… We have been married for 6 years and one day i was out for an official meeting but because of some problems my boss called me on my cell and told me that there was no meeting. I went home and on reaching home i found a alto car parked near my gate. I was thinking whose car it was. I...

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