Captive Family
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Introduction: 3rd captivity for the guys, with 5 girls this time Captive Co-eds and Librarians First of all, thank you so much for reading my stories and giving them such high marks. I am so gratified to have you like my work. It might help to understand this story if you have already read my other storiesall dealing with human trafficking. If you enjoy these stories, please give me high marks. Im new at this kind of thing, but I would love for you to leave comments of what you would like to...
Barbie Bergen drove her Toyota slowly through the howling blizzard, on her way to a Christian Youth Camp. The rest of her friends were already there, gathered for a weekend ski trip at a nearby resort. The weather had turned bad very suddenly, the temperature dropping precipitously, and Barbie had soon lost her way, having left the main road over an hour before. She peered through the icy windshield, trying to see any signs or markers that would help her find the camp. Barbie was a...
The newly relocated Indian camp was pretty much settled into a stable routine when the visitors from the North came to present them with a proposition to locate, capture and help transport captured settler women to the northern territories where females were in short supply and the men needed the solace of a woman’s arms to calm their frustrated drive to copulate with a “real” woman. The local Indian tribes were none too pleased to share their female members with the intruding white men that...
Introduction: Story by John 2, Posted because I felt like many people havent seen it before Captured Family The Bruner family was on their way back home from vacation, and all of them were rather tired. Rock Bruner was proud that he had been able to finally afford the cross-country trip that he had always promised to his family, but until this year they had been unable to go. Theyd been on the go for two weeks, had been to California and were now only several hundred miles from home. Rocks...
First of all, thank you so much for reading my stories and giving them such high marks. I am so gratified to have you like my work. It might help to understand this story if you have already read my other stories—all dealing with human trafficking. If you enjoy these stories, please give me high marks. I’m new at this kind of thing, but I would love for you to leave comments of what you would like to read and how I can improve my writing. I’m just a lonely girl with big natural boobs, who...
CAPTIVE AUDIENCE by anyport If anyone had asked me a week ago what I'd be doing today, the last thing that would have entered my head would have been...well maybe I'd better let you decide for yourself. I had the afternoon off, I'm self-employed and am in the fortunate position of being able to choose when I work. In fact, I really only need to work a couple of days a week to make quite a respectable income. Anyway, I'd been browsing round a few shops and decided to look...
Introduction: Robbers break in and force the family to have sex while being filmed so they will not call the police The publishing rules say that everyone in these stories has to be at least 16 so even though the story is totally fiction, everyone in it is at least 16. Enjoy. ____________________________________________________________ David and Linda sat on the couch watching the end of the 11 oclock news on the TV when the front door of their upscale Maryland home was kicked in and two large...
When she opened her sleepy eyes just before daylight the next morning, the captive white girl Margaret was bothered by the fact that it was so deathly quiet all around her in every direction. She didn’t even hear the measured breathing of her captors or any of the other women they had stolen from the French traders looking to make a nice profit on the sale of the remaining white women. She could still see the stars shining down from the blackened sky and the faint rays of daybreak off to the...
[This is something that I wrote prior to Britney, it is not related to my series of stories called Britney.] CAPTIVE By britney kandey CHAPTER ONE: CLUBBING Me and my friend Toby had decided that it would be a good night to go hit the town, and paint it red in the process. We where both very horny after spending the previous 3 months working on a fishing boat. The first stop of the night was the local Irish bar "Saint Patrick's" where it lacked in talent it made up for with...
Hope you all enjoy the final part of this series. I sure had fun writing it A month had passed and Talise was still captive. Talise was given no chances to run away. Hazma kept watch on her and she had spent each night with Ali. She rested beside Ali and watching him sleep and it was early morning. She was naked and her body well pleasured. Ali had taught her so many new things she blushed just thinking about them. He was sinful and so good looking. His lovemaking was erotic. He worshiped...
CAPTIVE.I awoke sitting on a chair in a hollow sounding room. My head was smothered by some form of rubber-smelling hood, I’d fixed enough cycle tyres to know that smell! I was blinded but my nose had two small snotty holes I could breathe through along with an open mouth. My ears, though covered were still keen as my voice echoed in that large blank room.“Hello… Any?” I closed my mouth. In more than an hour, well a long time, I had received no reply as I sat still in that uncomfortable seat...
The captive long hair soldier girl known as “Badger Girl” because of her long duration blackened eyes from serious training received at the hands of her captors knew that the last “auction” location for the sale of the female prisoners would be her best opportunity at escape if she could only find a fast horse to carry her to safety. Badger Girl’s real name was Margaret Hatcher and she was the widow of a cavalry captain slain at the burning of Fort McDonald down below the existing border....
This is my first attempt at writing. There is a long introduction, but if you are patient, you will find an intense scene that should reward you with pleasure. "Glorious euphoria is my must, erotic shock is a function of lust. Temporarily blind, dimensions to discover, in time each into the other." CAPTIVES TO LUST – Chapter One “What am I doing here?” I asked myself that question a hundred times on my flight to Pennsylvania. Was I out of my mind? Possibly. Not in a way that would get me...
Wife LoversLisa and Ivory had an uneventful ride to next town to meet Agatha. Ivory loved the lavish dress Lisa had clad her in and the carriage was quite comfortable. As they rode Lisa told Ivory Agatha’s story. ‘Agatha is a young widow. Her husband was killed in an unfortunate accident. Her husband was a nice man, I served in her wedding. Agatha was sad for quite some time as She missed Donald a great deal. But as her husband’s only heir, Agatha inherited a fortune. Legally she is under no compulsion...
It had been a week since she had seen Jimmy, and she was horny as hell. It had been easy to fool everybody. He drove her to the outskirts of town, completely away from his house and she walked half way home, until a cop stopped because she was walking through a slum area where a young white girl was out of place. They recognized her from the description of her as a missing person, and took her home. All the fuss and interviews, when she repeated and repeated the story they had cooked up, were...
He's shuffled along, the large bear guards forcing him along the long, cold corridor. Barefoot, with nothing but a loin cloth, he shivers as he moves along. Finally, they come to large double doors made of a black wood. The grain is fine and delicate, the carvings adding to the beauty, with scenes of herds of intricate deer in a lovely dark forest. The bear guards slowly swing the doors open to a large room, a giant four post bed to one side, surrounded by black sheer curtains. There...
This is my first attempt at writing. There is a long introduction, but if you are patient, you will find an intense scene that should reward you with pleasure. ‘Glorious euphoria is my must, erotic shock is a function of lust. Temporarily blind, dimensions to discover, in time each into the other.’ CAPTIVES TO LUST – Chapter One “What am I doing here?” I asked myself that question a hundred times on my flight to Pennsylvania. Was I out of my mind? Possibly. Not in a way that would get me...
____________________________________________________________ David and Linda sat on the couch watching the end of the 11 o'clock news on the TV when the front door of their upscale Maryland home was kicked in and two large men wearing ski masks and brandishing pistols rushed into their living room. David and Linda were both 34 years old. David was 5'7" tall and weighed 147 pounds. He was a computer programmer at one of the Washington government office buildings. Linda was 5'5"...
She didn’t stay in long, the water was frigid and made her nipples so hard they ached, returning to the cabin to stand as close to the fire as she could to warm up. Once dry and warm again, she curled up to await the return of the men and promptly fell asleep. She awoke several hours later to find herself hanging by her wrists from the center beam of the roof, just her toes touching the floor. As her eyes opened she felt nipple clamps close on her nipples and squealed, her gaze meeting that...
She got a fire going and fixed herself some dinner as the sun began to go down. After eating, she cleaned up the pan and then sat staring into the flickering flames of the fire. She could hear sounds made by small night animals passing through the woods around her campsite, but no screaming sirens or honking horns or guns going off. No sound of humanity, no light but the fire and stars above as full night fell. The quiet became more intense, and she suddenly wondered why she could no longer...
Chapter 1 Nassie swung her staff around her body, connecting with the large brute to her left. Stunned, he fell to the ground clutching his middle. Quickly Nassie swung again and again hit a brute to her side. She had been fighting for a long time, heard the shrieks of her village and seen the smoke rise. But no matter how many of the raiders she dropped more kept coming. She knew it was a losing battle but she would not go down with out a fight. Slowly the circle of warriors closed around her...
You wake up with a pounding headache, your throat parched; everything is dark, and you realise there is something bulky on your neck, wrists and ankles. After a while, still struggling to remember how you've come to this, you hear a sound of footsteps; as your eyes start to adapt to the darkness,you finally get a glimpse of your surroundings:
TranssexualYou look out from the window from your chambers in the Red Keep. Black smoke rises above the rooftops filling the air with the smell of ash and soot. You cringed at the scent. You always hated it. You couldn't tell if it was from the burning debris or the corpses. Perhaps, it was both. You could hardly believe all of this is happening. Deep down you had hoped you were dreaming. You wanted this to be all just some terrible nightmare, and soon enough you'll wake up in your bed covered...
You are the commander of an army, and your forces have proven victorious over your foes. Now, your forces have informed you of a valuable prisoner that they have taken and is waiting for you to interrogate them. How does it go?
I walk the decks on a cold winters night. The sky is clear and the stars glistening. The men are asleep as its been a hard days graft plundering the imperial fleet. I say asleep some of the spoils were woman so they were having their wicked way with them. I stroll below, the wooden stairs echoing down the empty deck. I sit on a stool and start to admire the more metallic spoils. A sceptre catch's my eye. I pick it up and fondle it. The crystal upon its top glistened brightly and projects candle...
Christy should have known she could never escape the employ of gang for which she worked. At first it had been exciting, running with a bunch of hardened characters who had plenty of money to flash araound in all the nighttime hotspots.But in the end, like so many before her, Christy had been reduced to just another possession, like their gold jewelry and fancy cars. She was simply there to service the desires of these men, whether it pleased her or not. It wasn't until she decided to flee that...
Will listened to the gravel crunching under the wheels of the Jeep as he and his mother, Felicia pulled up in front of the cabin.It was finally happening, he thought to himself. Months of planning had gone into the plan and now he was ready to put it into motion."Well, we made it," his mother said, shutting off the engine."Yeah, seemed like it took forever to get up here this time," he returned, reaching for the door handle."Oh, you were just antsy to get up here," she laughed, pushing open her...
She swims back to consciousness, aware of the large gap in her memory. What DID happen after she passed out? Carol remembered only the pleasant-voiced older man who had caught her seconds before she blacked out. Her vision seemed as hazy as her memory, but she was increasingly aware of the peculiar position of her limbs. Perhaps she had broken both legs, for they seemed to be propped far above her as she lay on the bed, as if she were in traction. Her arms were pinned above her, and a gentle...
It all seemed surreal as her eyes slowly adjusted to the light of the semi-darkened room. A single barred window on the wall behind her provided the only source of light. She was naked, her legs spread and secured by metal shackles around each ankle that were bolted firmly to the concrete floor beneath her. Her hands were stretched outward from her body, and, in similar fashion as her feet, two metal bands were locked around each wrist, attached by chains to a clasp on the brick wall behind...
I am lost. I despair of escaping from this existence. I am now in a worse state then when I was falsely incarcerated for an unknown crime. Now I am captured by Mistress Green and the transvestite Mistress Benny as their sex slave. No, more than just sex, their abuse and torture slave too. If you have somehow read the other episodes of my story I have managed to leave on the Internet you'll know that I foolishly and consentingly decided to accept this position with Mistress Green, but...
Disclaimer:This story is a work of fiction and includes adult situations and extreme acts of sexual depravity, including rape and torture Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and includes adult situations and extreme acts of sexual depravity, including rape and torture. It is intended for adults only. If you are under the age of eighteen or, in some jurisdictions, twenty-one, do not continue past this point. If you desire to read on, it is by your own choice and responsibility...
Half a century after the e-conflict of 2075 had ended, slavery and sex ownership were still common in the small towns on the edge of the cold and dark Northern sea. Slavery, often an alternative to death by starvation and disease; sex ownership, because technology made it possible.Shelly and her daughter Marie were sex slaves to Master James, who had purchased them on a romantic impulse at a debtor's auction. They were strikingly similar in appearance: high cheekbones, ivory-skinned,...
She was laying on her side in front of his chair, bound at the ankles andknees it pressed her soft, supple thighs together in the most pleasing manner,her hands bound tightly behind her back forced her chest out. For fifteen yearsold she was already alluring – soft, pale skin. Deep red hair and beautifulgreen eyes - but he had always been partial to smaller girls, and she was small,he didn't even know the poor girls name but she couldn't be more then fivefoot four inches tall and she must have...
You were awake, groggy, but awake. You remembered your name Catherine, but you usually went by Cat. You were puzzled by the fact that you couldn’t see much. There was something over your head. You didn’t seem hurt, just very confused. You were a bit unclear about where you were and what had happened. You did remember being in a club. Just having two drinks, you went to the bathroom. That was it. You did know that you were probably not in that bathroom now. This place didn’t smell right for...
ReluctanceHe's shuffled along, the large bear guards forcing him along the long, cold corridor. Barefoot, with nothing but a loin cloth, he shivers as he moves along. Finally, they come to large double doors made of a black wood. The grain is fine and delicate, the carvings adding to the beauty, with scenes of herds of intricate deer in a lovely dark forest. The bear guards slowly swing the doors open to a large room, a giant four post bed to one side, surrounded by black sheer curtains. There is also...
How did I get into this? I'm in a strange room. My hands are tied behind my back. A dark blind fold over my eyes. A gag has been placed in my mouth. I've been stripped down to my panties and bra. I'm laying on the floor with my cheek pressed to the carpet. Its true what they say. Deprived of one sense the others grow stronger. I could hear footfalls in the hall. What next? The last thing I could recall was drinking a glass of wine at a bar with a handsome older man. He was a professor of...
The smell of soil and fresh hay sifted through a musty atmosphere to tickle at Gabriel's nose, a calm smile on his lips as he made his way through the stables. His dark but gleaming indigo orbs caught the soft browns of the horse to his left. He paused his paces, leaning forward across the stable gate to pet its soft mane carefully. "I remember when you used to be scared of horses." Gabriel jerked back, the horse in return snorting before turning away and leaving the student alone; caught...
© April 6, 2002 Chapter 1 She hated it so when her Master went to work. He left Sunday, now it was Friday and it would be a VERY long weekend. Though her Master would call her and they would chat on line, she wanted her Master with her. She never liked when she had to share him. He was hers, all hers. Though she knew there were others, she and he had a stronger bond. None of "them" could get away with what she could. None of "them" understood him the way she did. None of "them"...
"I'm glad it's you, baby!", said his mother huskily. "It's so much more exciting having you fuck me, sweetheart!" Cathy tingled all over with pleasure. Her initial fears about letting her son fuck her up the ass were almost gone, washed away by the rising heat of anticipation. Her horny young son had fucked her cunt, now he was going to fuck her asshole. The wild, incestuous wickedness of it heightened her pleasure a hundredfold. Bobby began to move his cock inside his mother's...
"Let's just do what they want, Daddy," murmured Debby, trying not to stare too much at her father's great dangling cock. "Like you said... if we do what they want, nobody'll get hurt, right?" "Yes, honey, I guess you're right" Dick tried to hold his daughter away from him as they danced, but to his surprise Debby, melted against him without hesitation. He tied not to react to the sensual pressure of her lithe young body as it pressed against his naked skin... but it was...
Lisa stroked her son's huge hard-on a couple of times before she realized what she was doing. Then, the pangs of shame and guilt hit her again and she removed her hand from the boy's cock like it had just been burned. She tried to push her son away from her, but either he was too strong for her, or her heart really wasn't in it, either way, Kevin held her in his arms and began to run his hands hotly over her soft, naked flesh with a familiarity that both frightened and excited her at the...
Bobby's cock was almost at full erection now, and Mandy was having great difficulty in fitting it all into her tiny, sucking mouth. He reached down to the girl's crotch and began to rub his fingers up and down the hot, juicy slit between her tight cuntlips. Mandy moaned around his cock and hunched her pussy up against his hand, urging Bobby to stick his fingers in deeper. Bobby slid two fingers up her cunt and rubbed her fat little clit with his thumb. Mandy sucked his cock harder,...
Lisa had the urge to pull the horny little slut off her husband, but that soon passed as Bobby sat down beside her and ran a hand down over her sopping wet cuntmound. Instinctively, she opened her legs wider to let the youth insert two long fingers into her itching cunthole. "Ohhh, yeahhhh! You're real wet, Red!", he observed, inserting another finger into her saturated twat. "I bet you want Hero to fuck you again too, don't you? Huh? Ummmm, yeah! You do... don't you, baby?" Bobby's...
Margaret was down on all fours not far from the fire. The mountain man called Kit was a dead weight on her tail bone and he was humping her about as hard as she had been humped by a non-Indian male to the best of her recollection. His juice flooded her down below giving her the energy she needed to fall asleep and charge up her battered body for the trials and tribulations of the next day’s stress. She was unable to see it in the dark, but his cock must have been overly large because her...
Most of the folks in the wagon train were bone-tired of the constant daily routine of breaking camp and the dry dusty hours of slow travel across the parched plain. Margaret was not in that group because she was basking in the glow of no longer being a slave to some male master that used her body as their personal “whipping boy” or raw sex at every opportunity. The eldest daughter on her wagon was enthusiastic about licking her pussy and she returned the favor listening to the other sisters...
Soldier Girl Margaret was mounted on a piebald mare with a solid back and easy-going ways. She liked that horse because it was used to gunfire and would stand like a petrified log in the midst of chaos. The half breed Indian scout was pissing behind the cottonwood tree near the shoreline, and she caught sight of his impressive tool that seemed out of place on an Indian not usually known for the size of their dicks. She knew his real name was something like Grey Eagle or Grey Owl, but she...
It wasn't shocking to me that the joint-efforts of Valerica, Bethany, and their fellow bridesmaid Carmen, plus the experience of licking Laila's yummy ass (and it was one sweet derriere), had me stiff as before. The reality that I had probably seeded my step sister didn't hurt at all. Bethany and I were always close, but I had wanted more from her than she seemed willing to give ... well, until now. Apparently, I had assumed wrongly that she didn't return my feelings. The blue pill...
I lost track of just which man was fucking Natalie from one moment to the next, given the wild, frenzied nature of the gang-bang. She certainly had plenty of action from the menfolk, to be sure, though I wasn’t exactly lacking for company, either. About an hour left before the wedding, as we were all worn out from all of the sex, I looked around and realized that I had been intimate with every single woman in my circle of friends and family, and most of the men as well. I had cum in my mouth...
“Do you, Natalie, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or worse, in sickness and health, in poverty and wealth, for as long as you both shall live?” the priest asked my fiancee. “Oui, mon pere. I do take him. I do!” Natalie told Father Corcoran with enthusiasm. I couldn’t help but smile at my French bride’s response, as the priest turned to me, “Do you, Levi, take this woman to be your lawfully...
When I joined Danielle in the ladies’ room, I wasn’t too shocked at what followed, but the fact that it was held in that context, in a reception held after a Roman Catholic wedding mass, no less, it was a bit staggering. The next shock came in the way that my new sisters-in-law and the bridesmaids eagerly fluffed for us, licking and sucking both of us to prepare the way for my cock to ravish the mother of the bride. One thing was sure: my mother-in-law, like all of the other women in her...
I was very much engaged in some rather hot and heavy sex with my sisters-in-law now, still in the ladies room of this banquet hall... (what the hell kind of banquet hall can a man fuck three women in and not get caught, by the way, four counting my wife, of course), when Jacqueline, the younger sister, creamed herself on my dick. I had already screwed her sister/wife (turned out that this was an unofficial marriage after all) Charlotte for a good while, but I went even slower by now, having...
I was in a bit of a daze, not quite clear where I was, after coming to, still in the banquet hall, with Cassidy’s twat engulfing my dick. I felt her kisses as she noticed that I was awake and planted them all over me for good measure. Evidently, the stripper from my bachelor party really had become one of my love slaves. I hadn’t dreamt that part up ... or, judging from the scene around me, anything else. There were naked bridesmaids everywhere, not to mention my own mother and my...
“Holy shit, where are we?” I grabbed my forehead as I woke up a bit groggy. “Don’t worry. We finally did make it out of the banquet hall, dear. You thankfully didn’t drive, not after having serviced a dozen or so women and drank that much beer ... and ate that much food. You were in no shape for it, but being your mother, I volunteered to get my sweet boy home safely. Of course, I naturally went to bed with you, so that when you awoke, I could get the first fuck of the day out of you ......
She awoke on her side, with his body pressed against her back. She didn't move for a while, dreamily reliving the day before, each of the climaxes, the discovery of how good it was with a man. His cock felt good in her hand, in her mouth, in her cunt. Nothing she could do to herself felt as good. She pushed back at his skin, particularly with her hips, and felt his meaty prick in her ass crack. A contented sigh came unbidden from her throat. He stirred, then jumped.to a sitting position....
Tammy had noticed the little red light on the camera go on at least once, and even as she was roaring with pleasure at fucking Jimmy again, had felt even more turned on by the possibility that they were being watched by Mim and Billy. It didn't stay on the whole time, and she noticed a feeling of disappointment in her mind. She had thought a lot about the five days she and Jimmy had spent together, and realized that her pleasure was always increased when she felt she was being taped or...
As Tammy waited for Billy, she was pondering the startling changes that had overtaken her in two short weeks. From a reserved, naive cheerleader to something she couldn't put a name to. Her dreams were becoming what she used to call evil, lurid sex fantasies. She was brimming with keen anticipation of the evening. The smirk he had shown her when they said goodnight warned her that he hadn't told her everything that was in store for her, but she didn't care. She knew she should have been...
Her Dad was driving her out to the local country club for a tennis weekend with Steve. He had called her parents, pretending to have admired her potential. They were excited by the attention from this ranked professional athlete. She had borrowed her Mom's tennis racket, and a tennis dress. But underneath was a very tiny bra and thong. She had packed a bag for two days. "Tammy can stay with my sister." She had told Billy to get lost in school Monday. "It was fun, stud, but I want to see...
“Well, here we are. On the deck of our ocean liner, what’s it called again?” Mom asked me. “The Valyria. Evidently, someone’s a George R. R. Martin fan. Not sure that I’d want to name a ship after a civilization that was doomed, but that’s me. Why not Titan, after the great Titan of Braavos? Oh, well, that’s neither here nor there. As long as the name doesn’t jinx us, I can live with it. How are you feeling about all of this, Mom?” I asked my mother, Esther Abramowitz, who still seemed a bit...