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Helena slept heavily, her long blonde tresses dangling over the edge of the bed as she sprawled across the double mattress.

A groan escaped from her lips as she woke uncomfortably, the feeling of a weight pressing down on her stomach and ribs disturbing her.
As her eyes flickered open it seemed, in the gloom of her bed-chamber, that a small creature was perched on her torso, its eyes glinting.

Eyes suddenly wide open, she shot upright. The vision of the creature disappeared. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, groaning yet again.

Outside, the horses whinnied and neighed in their stalls. Concerned, Helena pushed back the linen bedsheet and the heavy twill blankets, then rose from her bed and padded quietly to the window, carefully easing the dark red velvet curtains apart and peering out into the stable yard.

In the moonlight Helena could see nothing, but nevertheless the horses continued to protest, their noises now more insistent. Disturbed, she decided to investigate.

In the darkness she slid her feet into her slippers, picked up a shawl from the back of her the chair by her dressing table, wrapped it around herself and, crossing the bare parquet boards of the cold room, stepped out onto the landing which led to the staircase.
From a shelf beside the door she struck a safety match then lit the candle housed in a small metal and glass lamp hanging below it.

Carefully removing the lamp from its hook she made her way downstairs, the shadows cast by the lamp swinging crazily around the walls of the staircase, and across the hallway to the dresser opposite.

Removing a small key from the chain around her neck Helena opened the lock of the top drawer of the dresser and slid it open.
She lifted out the Beaumont-Adams .44 calibre pistol it contained, and hefted it experimentally up to shoulder height. The gun felt heavy, perhaps five pounds in weight, which she knew meant it was fully-loaded, with all five shots in place.

Helena was relieved by the protection she felt the gun afforded, and was glad James had left it there for her. He had privately purchased one of the newer American Smith And Wesson Model 3 pistols, as he preferred it to the standard British Army officer issue Beaumont, describing it as quicker and more reliable.
He had left it behind for her personal protection whilst he was away - their remote smallholding, nestling at the foot of Buckinghamshire's Chiltern Hills was picturesque but isolated, and within a day's ride of London, with the newer, faster steam-trains such as The Flying Scotsman also bringing the occasional footpad, robber or ne'er-do-well into the normally quiet county.

She glanced up at the ferrotype hanging on the wall above the dresser, the picture taken on their wedding day, with James, resplendent in his army Captain's uniform seated, and Helena in her beautiful dress standing behind him, clutching his arm.

How she wished he was here now, he had been away for most of the year in that frightful war in Natal. The newspapers had all speculated that after the victory in the Battle Of Ulundi, and the subsequent capture of King Cetiswayo the war was won, and that the troops would be home soon.
It seemed otherwise though, in his last letter James had written that they were expecting to remain in the country for some time, to oversee its partition.

Holding the pistol in her right hand she picked up the lamp and made her way to the front door, passing the reproduction of that spooky painting which James liked so much, the scary one with the sleeping woman, the impish devil sitting on her chest and a horse poking its head through the curtains.

A portrait of the Queen hanging at the end of the hall looked solemly down at her, her rotund face and stout body making her appear every inch the matriarchal sovereign and empress.
Helena smiled to herself as she recalled the day she and James had visited London, to see the Queen ride through the city in an open carriage en route to the Royal Horticultural Show at Kensington.

The happy memory quickly faded, and Helena carefully set the lamp down beside the door, turned the doorkey in its lock, and flipped the catch up.
Picking the lamp back up she tugged the door open with her foot, then made her way out into the yard, holding the lamp up in her left hand, whilst her right arm hung by her side, carrying the weight of the pistol.
Behind her the wooden door hung, invitingly half open.

A cool autumnal breeze blew thick strands of an erie mist through the yard, seeming to almost glow in the light of the full moon. The cold from the slabs laid across the yard chilled her feet through her thin slippers, and she shivered as she walked, the rough hem of her cotton nightdress flapping around her ankles.

She looked towards the stable block, bordering the right side of the yard outside the farmhouse, and stepped towards it, her stomach tight with nerves.
Buster, her own horse, stuck his head out of his stall and neighed a greeting to her as he always did, but somehow even he seemed nervous. She paused by his door and scratched him gently on the nose, using her right elbow.

"Easy, boy." she said softly to the equine, "Nothing to worry about, silly pony." although she doubted her own words. Something had spooked them and no mistake, she could hear them stamping and shuffling in their individual stalls.
At the sound of her voice a couple more horses poked their heads out and neighed disturbingly.

Helena crossed the yard, towards the open barn opposite. To her left the single storey building which housed the tack room and workshop was in darkness, its doors shut and seemingly undisturbed.

She stepped into the barn, holding the lamp as high as she could to attempt to throw as much light as possible around the stacked bundles of straw and the collection of pitchforks, rakes, brooms and buckets it contained.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves walking slowly in the yard behind her caused Helena to spin round. She gave a gasp of terror as she saw a large black horse, at least eighteen hands high, with a man dressed solely in black upon it.

The horse lifted its head towards her, and Helena's blood felt as if it would freeze in her veins as she saw that its eyes seemed to glow with an unholy white light.
Her own eyes stretched wide in horror.

The horse halted at the entrance to the barn, then the man dismounted and slowly began to approach her.
As he neared the light Helena could see him more clearly. Tall, handsome, with finely chiselled cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. His fair hair was cropped short at the sides, but left a little longer on top. Although he wore a greatcoat, it was open and his body was obviously muscular, the tight sweater he wore displaying a well-built chest and a flat stomach.

His square jaw was set in determination, and his eyes glinted as he regarded Helena coldly. She took a step backwards, and raised the pistol.

"S-S-STOP!" she shouted, "W-who are you, and w-what are you doing here?" she continued. Hastily she placed the lamp on the ground and cocked the pistol, shaking hands struggling to pull back the hammer, ready for firing.

Wordlessly he continued forward. Helena took another step back and screamed "GET AWAY FROM ME OR I'LL SHOOT!" Her hands continued to shake as she grasped the butt of the pistol with both hands and aimed it towards the man's torso.

He took another step forward, and she pulled the trigger.

The loud report of the gun echoed almost deafeningly around the barn. The recoil jolted her backwards, her arms flying up. She staggered back a step, one of her slippers flying off and her foot landing in the wet, cold mud of the barn floor.

The man halted, but his expression did not alter. He took another step forward.

Terror exploded through every nerve in Helena's body. Damn, she had missed! As James had taught her to do, she lifted the pistol and pointed the muzzle upwards as she re-cocked the gun.
Her thumb slipped off the hammer on the first attempt, although on the second she pulled it down and it locked into place.

Detritus from the shot she had just fired fell from the empty chamber and sizzled briefly as it landed in the damp mud. A small particle landed on Helena's nightdress, burning a tiny hole in the cloth.

The man took another step, now he was only a few feet away from her. Helena aimed the gun directly at the centre of the man's chest and pulled the trigger again.

This time she was ready for the recoil, and her arms hardly moved. The flash from the muzzle spat forward directly towards the stranger's chest.

The man took another step forward, as if the bullet had passed harmlessly through him. Helena was petrified, unable to move, her trembling arms still holding the pistol.

With one last step he was before her. With a single brutal sweep of a fist he knocked the gun from Helena's outstretched hands. It bounced on the floor and disappeared into the dark shadows of the barn's recesses.

She stood, paralysed with fear. The man's gaze pierced hypnotically into her eyes, as he grasped her, drawing her close to him and planting his lips across hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
She tried to protest, but could manage only a muffled squeal.

The man continued to hold her tightly against his own body, and his tongue continued to explore her mouth.
He continued to stare directly into her eyes. She felt herself transfixed, unable to resist or even look away, as if under some kind of spell.

To her astonishment, Helena found herself becoming aroused by the rough treatment, perhaps as a reaction to the fear and horror she had just undergone, perhaps due to the wants and needs of a young woman left alone for too long, perhaps due to some unconcious desire to be treated that way, but nevertheless she could feel the familiar warmth within the lower reaches of her belly that she always felt when James pleasured her in their bed, the rising moistness inside her.

Her tense body relaxed a little, and the man moved his hands to her shoulders, pushing off the shawl, which crumpled in a heap around her heels, exposing her bare neck, which he kissed.
His hands then grasped the sleeves of her nightdress, pulling them downwards and forcefully dragging her clothing down. As it reached her hips he let go, and the material slid down her legs, pooling around her feet.

The man held her arms and took a step backwards, his eyes steadily travelling down the length of her now naked body, regarding carefully her neck, pert breasts, flat stomach, her pubis, then her thighs, calves and ankles.

His stare travelled back up to her groin, pausing for a moment, then returning his gaze to meet Helena's own eyes.
Finally he spoke, his words calm and level. "You will be mine, and I will be yours. I will fuse your body and soul to my own, I will pour my spirit, breath and strength into you, you will have me and I will have you. And have you I will..."

His accent was mysterious, continental, laden with the tones of Central Europe, and the words filled Helena with a confusion of fear, dread and lust.
She suddenly realised that not only would she allow this man to do anything he desired to her, she wanted him to do so, she wanted to be taken, her body was there for his gratification, and his alone.

The man placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed down. Hypnotically, she responded by slowly supplicating before him, the cold mud of the barn's floor dirtying her knees.

He placed one hand firmly on top of her head and with the other pushed down the waistband of his jodphurs.
His penis sprung out, erect and proud.

Instinctively, Helena opened her mouth, and the man pushed the throbbing member towards it, the bulbous head forcing her lips wider then pressing upwards to the roof of her mouth.

Slowly he eased it back out, then returned it in, a little deeper this time. Sliding it out and in once more, he began a slow pattern of insertion and withdrawal, his hands gently rocking Helena's head forward and back, each gentle thrust going a fraction further back into her mouth until finally reaching the back of her mouth. Helena began to choke a little, but the man simply moved one hand to her shoulder and pushed downwards, whilst the other hand tilted her head backwards, aligning her mouth and throat as one.

He bent his knees, pushed his hips forward, and he found what he sought - deep throat penetration. Helena was powerless to resist as he slid the cock to and fro, from her mouth to deep within her.

Wordlessly he thrust, faster and faster. She could feel the dripping moistness of her vagina and the heat in her belly contrasting with the cold night air on her skin.

Suddenly he stopped and withdrew completely. Helena, gasping for air, fell forward onto all fours, her hands now also in the mud.

Still panting, she was aware of him stepping over her, the leather of his riding boots pressing her flanks, and the rough grip of his hands seizing her around the ribs.
He manhandled her around, turning her the opposite way.

Suddenly the heel of his boot jabbed her buttock, propelling her violently forward onto a bale of straw, the sharp prongs of dry grass stabbing into her erect nipples.

On her muddied knees, bent forward over the bale she was unable to move as she felt the leather of the boots once more, this time between her thighs. His feet forced her legs apart then he too knelt, using her discarded nightdress to prevent his own clothes becoming soiled.

His hands grabbed her around the waist, and she felt the end of his cock begin to probe the lips of her moist vagina, before sliding deeply in.

He began a pattern of alternating thrusts, varying the depth of each - sometimes lightly, gently inside her, sometimes powerfully jabbing deep within, building a steady rhythm.
She struggled her elbows up onto the bale to relieve her nipples from the scratching grass as her body rocked to and fro, but they still throbbed, the pain contrasting sharply with the pleasure the hard cock inside her was bringing.

Helena felt her pleasure begin to rise. Her breaths began to come in short, sharp, draws. She began to give out a series of loud gasps as her orgasm neared when, suddenly, the man withdrew completely.

With a final gasp, she sank beside the bale, her haunches now in the mud. Panting heavily, she spluttered "More... please, more! I beg you, sir...?"
Her vagina ached for the release of orgasm as she sat amid the damp and the slime.

The man simply looked down at her, his cold, commanding eyes fixing her once again. His gaze burned into her soul.

He stepped over her and, grabbing her arms, tried to pull her to her feet. Helena's trembling legs were like jelly and she was unable to stand, so the man simply dragged her along, through the mud, her legs and sides now coated with filth.

The hard stone of the slabs in the yard shocked Helena as she was pulled across them, jolting her to her senses. She scrambled to her feet but was powerless to resist as the man pulled her towards the tack room. He paused by the door, lifting one booted leg and, with a single powerful kick, smashed the door open, towing the unresisting woman in behind him.

The familiar smells of the tack hit Helena's nostrils, the rich scent of the leather of the saddles, the faint stink of equine and human sweat, the warming menthol of linaments, the light odour of mud and excrement all mixing to provide a heady bouquet, but somehow now all in much sharper focus, the fragrant in acute contrast to the malodorus.

In the shadowy gloom the man grabbed a head-collar from its hook and, drawing Helena's arms together behind her back wound it roughly around her wrists, finally using the lead rope to secure her wrists together.

He pulled a book of matches from his pocket and struck one, the sudden whiff of phosphorous and sulphur briefly joining the melee of scents in the air, then lit an oil-lamp on the wall.
The bright yellow glow of the lamp threw the dark woods of the sparse furnishings and the brown leathers of the saddles and tack into sharp relief.

In the centre of the room was the familar saddle stand, with Helena's own saddle draped across it.

The man pushed her firmly towards it and bent her side-saddle across the seat, pushing her forward so that her heels left the floor, only her tip-toes touching the ground and her bare rump pointing upwards, open, exposed.
Her stomach twitched at the feel of the cold leather and her breasts dangled down, her hardened nipples touching the flaps at the side.

Helena waited in nervous anticipation, wondering what the man intended to do next. Seconds seemed to hang in the air, as if minutes were passing, the expectation heightening her excitement

Suddenly she found out. He grasped the collar wound around her bound wrists to hold her steady, then brought down his other hand in a stinging slap across her buttock.

She shrieked, the shock and the pain making her body jerk. A second blow fell on her other buttock.

The man gently caressed her backside with the back of his hand, the smoothness of the touch the perfect counter to the stinging of the flesh, before he raised his hand once more and rained down a succession of slaps alternately to each cheek.

To her own astonishment Helena began to enjoy each crack of the man's hand on her skin, and when he stopped she let out a small groan of disapproval. Her vagina ached inside, longing for fulfilment.

"More?" the man intoned.

"YES!" she begged "Yes, more, more please sir, more, I implore you!"

She heard the man shuffle his feet then there was a brief whistling sound before a sudden crack - the intenseness of the sharp pain in her rear causing Helena to scream loudly.
She realised he was using a riding crop as the second blow tore into her buttock. She screamed again, but this time with pleasure as the burning pangs only served to increase her arousal.

When the blows ceased she felt a cool air as the man gently blew across her behind, then he stooped and carefully planted a succession of light kisses across the throbbing welts on her rear, the softness of the gestures in opposition to the heavy strokes he had just administered only serving to increase her delight.

He released his grip on her bound wrists then grasped her firmly on the hips with both hands.
She felt the bulge of his penis against her moist pussy lips then he thrust deep inside her, causing her to moan in ecstacy, then he began to pump her once more, each thrust bringing her to higher pleasure.

Once more he varied the depth and frequency of the thrusts, once more building a steady rhythm.

The leather of the saddle, now warmed by her body heat and the friction of her writhing began to feel greasy from her sweat as she neared orgasm and, as she came, she screamed out - first for God, but then simply a succession of meaningless noises and snarls as she lost control totally, juices gushing from inside her.

Still the man continued to thrust into her, his strokes now becoming quicker and more regular, until he too cried out and released a stream of hot cum inside her.
Helena felt the torrent within her, and she came again, her second orgasm even more intense than the first.

He continued to hold her, his erection softening only a little as their bodies remained joined. Helena panted, soft moans of pleasure still emanating from her mouth.

Eventually the man released his grip and withdrew from her. Her heels returned to the ground as her body moved backwards, squashing one of her breasts uncomfortably against the pommel.
She stood, aching legs unsteady and turned to face the man.

Inside her, her belly still tingled with the joy of her recent orgasms whilst on the outside her rear stung from the beating and whipping it had received, her nipples ached from the straw that had spiked them, and the hot friction of rubbing on the leather.

She looked up gratefully into his eyes, the strange joy of the bizarre experience still overwelming her.

Smiling flatly, the man spoke, his words echoing his earlier mantra "You are mine now, and I am yours. Forever"

Helena stuttered a reply "B-but...n-no...m-my my my husband-"

The expression on the man's face changed suddenly, his brow furrowing with displeasure "Husband? HUSBAND?" he suddenly roared "No, no-one can have you now, we have fused our bodies and souls together. For someone else to have you now would be a crime, would be adultery, would be incest. None shall have you now!"

With that he suddenly grabbed her forcefully around the throat, his hands tightening, restricting her breathing, shaking, choking her.

Her hands still bound behind her back Helena desperately tried to lash out with her bare feet, kicking at the man's shins but his thick riding boots rendered her attempts useless.
She brought up her knee, to try to contact his groin but his heavy greatcoat hung around him, cushioning the blow.

Terrified, Helena began to feel the life slip from her.




Helena woke with a start, sweating and breathing heavily.

In the darkness of her bedroom she glanced at the alarm clock on her bed-side table. The red LED numbers glowed softly. 5:46.

She struggled with the folds of the duvet which had somehow become entangled around her, wrapping itself around her neck. As she did so her hangover kicked in.

Her head fell back to the pillow and she groaned. Her brain began to piece the events of the previous night together for her.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time; with both their husbands away on active service Helena had invited her sister-in-law Anne around for the evening. Helena's husband James was away with the King's Royal Hussars tank regiment in Afghanistan, whilst his sister's husband Darren was serving with RAF 617 Squadron flying Tornados.

As both women would be alone on Halloween it made sense for them to get together, especially as Anne's house was not too far from a large housing estate notorious for its unruly and occasionally criminal element.
In order to avoid any problems with trick-or-treaters Helena had driven over there, picked her up and the two women had enjoyed a girlie night in together.

Helena's home was a country house and also a working stable several miles out of town, and up a long lane off the main road so it made sense for the two of them to spend the evening there as it was unlikely to receive any visitors, but Helena had wanted to be on hand as sometimes the horses were spooked by the sound of fireworks if any should be set off in the vicinity.

The pair of them had spent the evening drinking wine and channel hopping on satellite television, first a Halloween special of The Simpsons, then a film version of Jane Eyre and finally some creepy old American show that neither of the women had seen before, presented by that chap who had also done The Twlight Zone.

The pair had started off with a bottle of sharp, crisp, bone-dry South African Chenin Blanc, then when Helena served up dinner they'd gone onto a big heavy fruity Shiraz, also from South Africa.
The dark richness of the red wine had been the perfect accompaniment to the meal, Helena had cooked thick twists of pasta spirals with chopped steak in a tasty tomato, chilli and herb sauce.

Before they knew it, the two had drunk a whole bottle of the red and opened a second, causing Anne to remark that "With drinking all this African stuff we should be watching that old film, Zulu!" she laughed "Rear rank, fire! Advance! Reload!" she'd bellowed. The pair had giggled, but a sudden realisation that both their men were also away upon a foreign continent, and in constant risk, had subdued their laughter briefly.

Nevertheless, the giggling and drinking had quickly resumed. Helena had bought in a selection of cheeses, biscuits, grapes and relish which they'd consumed with gusto.

Helena had begun to read out loud extracts from the book she had recently purchased, whilst both she and Anne had screamed with the hilarity,
"Holy Crap! I rip the packet open and the rubbery condom is all tacky in my fingers!" squeals of laughter had rung out
"Laters, baby!"
" My inner goddess pole-vaults over the fifteen-foot bar!"

The pair were still laughing when Anne's taxi had arrived shortly after midnight. Helena had waved her off, then stumbled drunkenly up to bed.

Now, she clicked on the electric light beside her bed and swung her feet onto the rich shag-pile carpet, standing up and smoothing down the satin-soft polyester of her shortie nightie. The central heating was already on so the room was warm and comfortable as Helena headed for the en-suite to grab a mouthful of water from the tap to counter her arid and dry mouth.

She shook her head at the memory of the strange and disturbing dream she had just woken from, and went out to the landing, flicking the lightswitch.

A chandelier holding an array of electric candles illuminated the stairwell as she went down the stairs, passing the display cabinets holding James' collection of antique handguns, and past the Victorian dresser in the hall which, tucked into a small compartment, lie hidden the key to the cupboard under the stairs which held the gun case, which in turn housed a pair of pristine Purdys - although they were rarely used James had taught her how to accurately fire the shotguns, in the event of foxes bothering their chicken coops while he was away.

Entering the kitchen and switching the coffee machine on, Helena poured herself a glass of orange juice, which she used to wash down a couple of paracetamols.
Two slices of toast and a black coffee later, her hangover had begun to subside and she went back upstairs for a shower.

As the hot streams of water played across her naked body, Helena began to think about the odd dream. Although it had been terrifyingly horrific at the end, the thought of the kinky sex had been deliciously naughty - all that slapping and whipping, all that mud, all that rough sex.

As she washed herself Helena found her hands beginning to stray across her body, fingers manipulated her nipples, and her hand slipped down her soapy wet body to the crease of her pussy.
Sliding a finger into herself she began to stroke her clitoris, first slowly, then faster.

With her free hand Helena inserted two fingers as deep as she could into her vagina whilst in her mind she replayed the strange perversions of that night's dream.

Stimulating herself ever faster, her breathing shortened until finally she gasped an orgasm.

Breathing heavily, she stood for a while enjoying the jets of hot water caressing her body, then she finished soaping herself.

When she eventually exited the shower, Helena dried herself and dressed. She picked up her mobile phone and thumbed a text message to Anne: "Red wine hangover this morn, hate you atm. Will like you again later lol Great night but too much cheese b4 bed not good, weird dreams! Laters baby lmao x :)"

Returning downstairs Helena went down the hallway to the front door, passing the photo of herself and James taken on their wedding day, she sat on a chair, the skirts of her beautiful white dress to the forefront, and James, in his Captain's uniform behind her.

It pained her to think of all the boys who were out there in Afghanistan. Why were they still there, she pondered. Saddam was dead, Bin Laden was dead, the Taliban had been overthrown - why couldn't all of them come home now, a job well done and all that sort of thing?
Helena had a constant dread of receiving a visit from the Casualty Notifying Officers, she knew that a single knock of the door could mean a visit from a pair of CNO's.
Four hundred and thirty such visits had already been made to the families of troops stationed in that faraway land.

She walked along the corridor towards the door, passing the framed print of Fuseli's Nightmare on the wall. Helena shuddered at the grim picture, depicting a sleeping woman being visited by an incubus, with a horses head thrust through the curtains in the background, the sexual overtones of the horse's head penetrating the gap of the curtain seeming to represent a penis entering a vagina. Strong stuff, for the Eighteenth Century when it had been originally painted.

As she pulled on her wellington boots she glanced up at the portrait of Princess Diana that hung there by the front door.
Helena smiled wistfully, remembering the time when as a seven-year-old, she had been given the honour of presenting the Princess with a posy, when she had visited Helena's school on a Royal trip.

Opening the door, Helena went out into the cold November morning. She liked to be in the yard working before the grooms and stable girls arrived for work, to set a good example as their boss.

Her horse, Buster, neighed a greeting to her, and she walked to the stable block, petting him on the nose.

Crossing the yard towards the barn she glanced sideways at the low building that housed the workshops. As she passed the tack room she smiled, and she could feel her cheeks redden as she blushed with the memory of the dream.

Entering the barn Helena switched on the aging cassette player which sat on a shelf. One of James' old prog rock tapes began to play.
Helena sighed, one of the perils of having a husband ten years older than ones' self was having to listen to all that old music.

It was somehow strangely comforting when he was away though. It felt like having a little piece of him there.
Helena struggled to remember the name of the group who's tape was playing - their name was something to do with Tolkien, she remembered James telling her.

She sang happily along with the words "I, the mote in your eye, I, I, I, I, the mote in your eye, a misplaced reaction..."

So engrossed in her work and the music was she that Helena completely failed to notice a large black horse, at least eighteen hands high, ridden by a tall man dressed solely in black, walk into the yard behind her.

As the horse lifted its head, its eyes glowed with an unholy light.....









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Authors note: A short story I thought I'd write, heavily sex themed and transformative, not too dissimilar to any of the other works I write. Hopefully it's enjoyable. Please leave a review if you did enjoy it or have constructive criticism, or visit my Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/JockMcTafferty Peace! THE NIGHTMARE Jon had been having a lot of recurring nightmares lately. To the point whereby he'd not wanted to go to bed any more. It had gotten to the point...

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Worst Nightmare

It was only a few moments later that she realized it was worse than she thought as she realized there were three figures in her room with her. The second person moved to take hold of one of her arms and forced it over her head up to the headboard of the antique brass bed. She heard a strange quick clicking as she felt what was probably a plastic tie zip around her wrist and then another around one post of her headboard. The third figure then did the same to her other wrist and she felt her...

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The Stuff of Nightmares

A second kick knocked out the window. The supervillain’s fist reached out. Her segmented bracers ran the rim of the pane to clear away the burrs and shards that had been left behind. She swung out of the warehouse before the glass had shattered on the concrete walkway below. She was a blur of cloud white, soulless black, and wine red. The glass shards crunched under her armored boots as she dropped the story and a half to the ground. “Wrong exit, criminal,” came a loud, authoritative...

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Nightmare

John Daniels awoke screaming his body bathed in sweat, his sheets entangled in his legs as he fought his way from the dark depths of his dream. Sitting upright in the dark he heard footsteps on the landing before his bedroom door opened and the light came on. His parents stood in the doorway looking tossled and scared after being awoken by a scream in the night. His Mom quickly crossed to the bed and sat down beside him, enveloping him in her arms. "Are you OK John, Honey it's alright, just...

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Waking From The Nightmare

“Shoot me,” he said, pressing the gun into her small hand. “Go ahead,” he said, “Shoot me!” She stared at him, not understanding. “If you don’t, you’ll be sorry.” She shook her head, holding the gun, heavy in her hands. He sighed. “Okay, then. Have it your way,” he said brightly, and took the gun back, pushed her hard against the couch, starting pressing himself into her and laughing. Laughing. It hurt. It hurt. Like knives cold gun at your head. Like suffocating being strangled...

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E066 Donalds nightmare

Donald’s tears stop by the time they get back to the house.  He is a little embarrassed that he had shown his emotions and cried in front of Emma, but she is acting so kind and understanding right now.  He hurries her to her bedroom, throws off his tuxedo, and helps her out of her cloak and shoes.“Emma lets go take a hot bath, I want to clean you of all this, and as we do I will try to explain,” he tells her.Emma turns and holds him tight for a few minutes, stroking his head and back, kissing...

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Debt and its High Price 7 Ellas Living Nightmare

Introduction: Please remember to read up on the series as I dont want anyone to be lost on the plot. Also I do not condone real rape or slavery but fantasy is always fun to play with. Not for the person looking for a soft sweet sex story. Kali awoke in a large bed chamber. She kept her eyes squinted so as to access her new surroundings. She knew she still had the heavy chain attached to her collar. She groaned when she realized she was naked laying on a marble floor. She slightly tilted her...

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First Class AC Nightmare

Let me introduce myself. I’m Upendra Dubey, I’m working as a senior sales manager in a MNC, since last 3 years. Recently my family persuaded for marriage. I’m the youngest in the family. Two elder brothers and two elder sisters. My father along with my brothers and my brother-in-laws all are of very dominating nature. This lead to make me a coward in the family. Slapping and kicking are common habits in my family culture, especially for me. Which made me a coward by nature and character. Though...

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My Worst Nightmare

My Worst Nightmare by SONIA =========================== (email [email protected] - Please send comments!!!) This story is one I keep going back to as as theme because this is my dream if only it happened just like this ....... My worst nightmare had happened. My wife, Lorna, stood at the door to our bedroom with a look of horror on her face and her eyes welling up with tears. "Oh my God," she said, turned and hurriedly left the room and soon after I heard the...

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Daniels Nightmare

Daniel's Nightmare This is a simple sissy story of forced sissifcation and humiliation. No real sex involved but alluded to. May be downloaded for personal pleasure any other use forbidden unless approved by author. Like a couple of my other stories, one of Daphne's drawings inspired this one. Comments appreciated but you have been warned of the nature of this story. Comments may be sent to [email protected]. By Cheryl Lynn "Mom I don't want to go to Aunt Margaret's for the...

3 years ago
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Mrs Masons New Nightmare

Mrs. Mason's New Nightmare. This is an original story based on the characters in "Slumber Party Nightmare". When I first read and rewrote that story I didn't think that those characters deserved what happened to them. So when I wrote another story using the Mrs. Mason theme I made sure they did deserve it. Years later I don't think it matters anymore for these type of stories. This is my first original story written a long time ago. You will notice a lot of the same themes as the...

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Nightmare

NIGHTMARE Chapter 1 My name is Jason Conners, or at least it used to be. I had the perfect life. I was 6'2" with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and from what I've been told, a movie star face. I was 18 with the whole world about to open up for me. I was the star quarterback of my high school football team with tons of full ride scholarships being offered to me. My parents pretty much made sure that I had everything I needed and most of whatever I wanted, but what really made my...

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Fantasy Come Nightmare

Fantasy Come Nightmare I walked in my flat where I lived alone, I took off my fleece and workboots and put them in the cupboard. I stepped into the bathroom where I stripped out of my filthy work clothes and got in the shower. I washed away all of the dust and muck I'd collected from a hard day on the construction site before I got out the razor and shaved away the hair from my legs, chest and armpits. This was a regular thing so it was more like stubble than regular hair. I got...

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Neighbor Girls Nightmare

NEIGHBOR GIRL?S NIGHTMARE NEIGHBOR GIRL?S NIGHTMARE Devin was basically a born troublemaker. The 17-year-old was always having problems at school and was a pain on his parents at home. By contrast, his younger stepsister Katie was an angel. She was in high school English and math despite only being in 7th grade. Her success only fuelled the rebellious streak in Devin. When Devin arrived home from school on Friday, he saw his family packing for a trip. ?What?s going on? Where are you...

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Bong Beauty Shreyashis Nightmare

This story is absolutely a work of fiction, written only as per the author's imagination. Resemblance to any character or incident is purely coincidental and unintentional. This is only for adults and the author do not support any relation of incidents to reality.Story:Shreyashi always knew she was a beautiful bengali girl. All through her adolescence she was aware of all the male attention she received and her figure only augmented the fact that she was beautiful and desirable or perhaps...

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Beautiful Shreyashis Nightmare

This is from the original author of this story. This story is absolutely a work of fiction, written only as per the author's imagination. Resemblance to any character or incident is purely coincidental and unintentional. This is only for adults and the author do not support any relation to reality....

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Municipal BlondesChapter 3 Nightmare

I HAD HAIR. Lots of hair. Long beautiful blond locks like Angel’s. And I had hair under my arms. I couldn’t even imagine shaving. And hair on my legs. And on my pubes. I couldn’t help but run my fingers through it. I wanted to spend all day brushing it and shaking it back and forth like a wild animal. Long beautiful hair and it was all mine. Dreaming But I couldn’t reach my hair. My hands were tied behind my back. I was sitting naked on a straight chair and Bradley was mocking me. He...

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Ultimate Nightmare

The plain manila envelope Jason Tendell carried in his hand felt like it weighed a ton. With his world teetering on the edge of complete and utter collapse, the contents of that package felt like a huge millstone around his neck... and life. Just twenty-seven, his life had been nearly perfect to this point. It was on a path that most would envy and some would kill for. He had already made more than enough to pay off his home and still afford several fancy toys. As Financial Analyst for a...

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Parent Teacher ConferenceChapter 9 The Debriefing of Dreams Nightmares

The three of us sat and talked for what felt like hours. I told them how I was a teacher back on Earth and they shared stories of the all the worlds they had visited. The food we ate was like nothing I'd ever tasted before. They ordered different items, almost like several sampler platters and I tried everything. Some of it I really liked, some, not so much. Other creatures joined us and they too would share stories about space travel and the different worlds they had seen. It seemed I was...

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Rabbi Hershs Nightmare

You are standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out over the world. From here you can see every fault, every sin, every transgression. It is like a voice in your ears, whispering, drawing your attention to every miniscule detail, ever imperfection. As you stand, listening, your attention is drawn to a run down apartment somewhere in the middle of phoenix. A young man is huddled in the corner of his closet, crying quietly to himself. His fingers are raw and bleeding where he has chewed at them...

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My Perfect Weekend Turns Into My Nightmare

My Perfect Weekend Turns Into My Nightmare I nervously approached the door. Pause before knocking. I know as soon as I knocked I was committed to a weekend of humiliation and pain. Still I go ahead and knock timidly on the door, a few seconds go by, and I considered turning and running. The door swung open, too late to run now. In front of me is a man, slightly shorter than me, slim build with a head of receding short black hair. He looked in his fifties but is probably about forty. “Yes” he...

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Wedding Dress Nightmare

Introduction: Wife and husband decide to have sex while she wears her best friends wedding dress. Bet you cant guess how this ends! Wedding Dress Nightmare Daniella was getting married tomorrow. My wife Kim was the maid of honor and we were staying in the same hotel as the reception. The girls were all doting on Daniella and the boys were all out getting shitfaced with the groom. Kim had just about had it with all of Daniellas ridiculous indulgences and escaped back upstairs to our suite. I...

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Undead Nightmare

Welcome to Undead Nightmare, a zombie apocalypse survival story. This story will take place in a generic fictional city infested with hoards of undead. This story doesn't have an erotic focus, but it may contain a few sex scenes. Though they will likely be fairly short. To begin the story, select a character.

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My Perfect Weekend Turns Into My Nightmare

My Perfect Weekend Turns Into My NightmareI nervously approached the door. Pause before knocking. I know as soon as I knocked I was committed to a weekend of humiliation and pain. Still I go ahead and knock timidly on the door, a few seconds go by, and I considered turning and running. The door swung open, too late to run now. In front of me is a man, slightly shorter than me, slim build with a head of receding short black hair. He looked in his fifties but is probably about forty.“Yes” he...

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WIFE SHARING NIGHTMARE

watching your wife have sex with another man is not all it's cracked up to be.My wife and I have been married to each other for almost 5 years now, I am 35 and she is 30. My wife was a virgin when we got married so she had never been with another person before. We had actually met at my brothers wedding, she was a bridesmaid, and I was my brother's best man. I guess my fantasizing about watching her have sex with another man started when we met and I read story after story in the Penthouse...

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WIFE SHARING NIGHTMARE

This is to let all of the husbands out there know that watching your wife have sex with another man is not all it's cracked up to be.My wife and I have been married to each other for almost 5 years now, I am 35 and she is 30. My wife was a virgin when we got married so she had never been with another person before. We had actually met at my brothers wedding, she was a bridesmaid, and I was my brother's best man. I guess my fantasizing about watching her have sex with another man started when...

3 years ago
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The Vacation Nightmare

The Vacation Nightmare By Margaret Jeanette Jason Barrett woke up at his usual early time. It took him a minute to realize that he was at his sister-in-law's house. His wife Sharon was sleeping next to him. He knew she wouldn't be up for at least two hours yet as she liked to sleep late when she didn't have to go to work. He wondered about the headphones on his head. He didn't remember putting headphones on. He got up and padded to the bathroom. He knew no one was up yet so he...

2 years ago
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A Fantasy Can Become a Nightmare

A Fantasy Can Become a Nightmare It had taken months of planning for Chris to get everything ready for the fantasy of his life. It would something he had only dreamed of doing for a long time. The timing had to be right and this time it was. He would have the house to himself for a full week, and be completely undisturbed. Chris had been into self bondage for years and cross dressing was part of the humiliation he enjoyed forcing himself to endure. He had always been a control...

1 year ago
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Initiation Nightmare

Initiation Nightmare by Silvy Richards Having just turned eighteen, Paul was nervous about the up coming weeks ahead. School was starting tomorrow, and he was finally starting college. His new school was not only just a blocks away, but it was also the same college that his mother and father had attended, and eventually ended up meeting. But there was more to it than that, much more. Not only did his parents graduate there, but Paul's grandparents also...

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Johns Living Nightmare

John's Living Nightmare By Daphne Xu Copyright 1999 It was time to head off to school -- School, where everyone bugged him and picked on him. Reluctantly, John finished his last bowl of cereal and took his dishes to the sink. He scraped them before putting them in the dishwasher, as Dad always told him to. He stepped into his boots, put on his coat and gloves, slipped his knapsack over his shoulders, and said goodbye to his mother as...

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Samanthas Dubai Nightmare

Samantha’s Dubai NightmareSynopsis: A petite, gorgeous 19-year-old blonde American gets lured into working for an escorting agency in Dubai. Once there, she is quickly sold into slavery and forced to pleasure her owner in the most terrible of ways.Chapter 1: An Offer Too Good to Refuse        ?So,? Malia Jackson said, leaning forward and smiling at the young blonde across from her. ?Have you thought about what Kyle told you? About the Dubai gig??        ?I have, I don’t—I’m still not sure...

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Fantasy Night Turns into Femdom nightmare

Fantasy Night Turns into Femdom nightmareBackground Chapter One          Annie & Eddie had been married for about 18 months.  Annie was a 31 year-old stunning brunet who was 5’10? tall, 135 pounds - in all the right places.  She had a classically beautiful face, firm 36 D breasts, lovely nipples and the sweetest tasting pussy Eddied had ever known.   Eddie was a successful 50 year-old, married once before without children.  He was 6’2? tall and was in reasonable shape physically.  He considered...

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Kenyan Customs Nightmare

Kenyan Customs NightmareShabbadew2002Contact me @ [email protected] Most of the people were black. The blonde woman and her husband were conspicuous as they waited in line in Customs at the Nairobi airport.  She was attractive, dressed in a halter top and a short skirt.  ?Your passports, please,? the man behind the desk said. ?What is the purpose of your visit,? he inquired??My wife and I are visiting colleagues.? The officer examined their passports as they waited for their luggage.  The...

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Lindas Medical Nightmare

Linda?s Medical NightmareBy the Bitchfinder GeneralPart OneFor the next couple of days things went quiet. Michelle managed to control herself and behave properly both in class and in a counselling session she had with Linda. Hoping the troublesome student had learned her lesson, Linda relaxed.Then her world was turned upside down. Under the terms of her contract while she remained on her three months probationary period she had to go through a monthly medical assessment. With her somewhat...

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African Nightmare

African NightmareThis story takes place in Nigeria. The year is 1968 and the country was in the midst of civil war. The Ibo’s, a tribe that lived in the eastern region on Nigeria had broken away following the assassination of the Nigerian Premier. The Ibo’s called their territory Biafra and as this area contained Nigeria’s oil reserves tensions were running high. In the north of the country Fiat the giant Italian car and engineering company were building a dam on the river Niger. It is in this...

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Vacation Nightmare

VACATION NIGHTMAREby novelist 3000   ??????????? Kristi Ambrose and her sister Annie stared out the hotel window in complete shock.? Overnight there had been a bloody military coup and the country was in a state of total upheaval.? Unexpected though it was, the turn of events underscored Kristi?s earlier fears about vacationing here, but she had promised her younger sister months earlier that they would get away for awhile.? Internet research revealed Palmas as the best value in a...

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Maliias Nightmare

Maliia's Nightmare By Maliia Kanaulahu From Maliia's Website at Maliia.com All Rights Reserved My name is Maliia. I am half-Polynesian and half-Caucasian. My story beginsat the start of my freshman year in college, and as an eighteen-year-old girlaway from home for the first time; I was both excited and nervous. Not beingfrom a wealthy family, I was like many college students in that I did not havea lot of extra money for frivolous expenditures. I was also really nervousabout who my roommate...

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Reunion Nightmare

Reunion Nightmare by Cindy Johnson [email protected] Free Audio MP3 version available Positive reviews welcome ?? Oh God, no. Please tell me she didn't just bring this up in front of the entire family, and my wife. My stupid, drunk sister spilled our family secret, and now everyone is looking at me giggling. It was our semi-annual family reunion. The entire family comes to Chicago to meet every two years from all over the country. We usually have over 50 people attend the...

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Recurring Nightmare

*Note: Don’t read this if you’re easily offended ... or if you have a weak stomach ... really, you probably just shouldn’t read this. The cabin is a good distance from the main road, perhaps six or seven miles. The tree line is dense enough to shield any would be prying eyes. Last night I narrowed my search down to a five mile radius within French Creek State Park. It’s quiet, isolated, and visibly guarded from any fire towers. Understandable why a hunter like him would choose such a location....

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A Wifes Mistake A Husbands Nightmare

Many of you have probably read my first story "A Husband's Mistake, A Wife's Nightmare." Well I never would have thought it was true myself, but it has been said there is a little truth in every story. Well, that story was written about a little truth in my own life. I had found my wife having an online affair, when I wrote that story I thought that was all it was, and that it was over. I was wrong and last week she took it to the next level. Although I was able to stop it before it went...

2 years ago
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Amandas Nightmare

This event shook me up so badly that I'm not to sure where to start. The story that you are about to read might have been true if it weren't for the nightmare. I came so close to doing what you are about to read. Anyway, here's the story. The computer was shining in her face like a giant light bulb. She had been trying for several weeks to find an interest in her new toy. So far nothing she found interested her very much. At first she looked at the site's that contained information on...

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There and BackChapter 140 Walking Nightmare

It was two more days before my brother finally returned. While we waited, Sigrun resumed caring for Faren, and Alim shut himself in the library. Alistair went out to meet with Conrad, who’d seen no sign of darkspawn on his patrols; he was worried, however, that Rolan and his patrol hadn’t made it to their last meeting. The patrol routes were planned such that each group met with one of the others once per day, and the former templar hadn’t been there in the morning when Oghren, Conrad, and...

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A Golfers Dream Book I The Dream BeginsChapter 20 The Dream Becomes a Nightmare

Dave was having a very strange dream about walking through his school naked when suddenly he was pushed against a locker. His back was to the locker but he couldn't see who was holding him there. He felt something on his soft prick - a hand was holding it while a tongue licked it. Dave suddenly felt a warm mouth encase his quickly growing hard-on. He put his hands to the head he imagined was there and was surprised to feel hair slide between his fingers. The background of the school...

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Of Fantasy and Nightmares

This comes directly from a nightmare of mine. I've suffered many of these over the years, causing me to get only maybe four hours of sleep each night at most. This is not a TG tale, though I suppose it could probably become one upon awakening. I have very sad and disturbed dreams like this unfortunately and have been prescribed drugs to counter these horrible nightmares but nothing seems to help so far. I present this to you now, to see what horrible dreams I am subjected to each day...

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A Montauk Nightmare

Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight Exit light Enter night Take my hand We’re off to Never Never-land Enter Sandman, Lyrics by James Hetfield JENNIFER Can’t ... breathe! I hurled myself upwards in bed, yanking in deep lungs full of air through my mouth. My sinuses and head felt twenty pounds heavier and pain was thundering through my skull. Strings of numbers raced through my consciousness, pushing away all attempts at rational thought. I clung to them, desperate for...

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Helena Part 2 Strawberries and Yogurt

I was lying alone in Helena’s bed after the best sex I have had in many years. In fact, it was the only sex I have had in many years, but it was fantastic by any score! My late wife Mary and I had a wonderful, creative sex life, but we had understandably not been active in bedroom during her losing battle with cancer. Mary apologised over and over for her lack of enthusiasm and even went as far as to suggest that I might want relieve any sexual urges elsewhere as the cancer spread. I wouldn’t...

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Helena Part 1

I met Helena at a party on a Saturday night during early June hosted by Tim and his wife, Emma. Tim is my assistant at work, and he joined my department just as my wife, Mary, was entering the final stages of her losing battle with pancreatic cancer. Tim and Emma were a huge support to me as my world was crumbling, even though they are twenty years younger than me. I could not ask for better friends, and I was really happy that Tim would succeed me as head of my department when I retire,...

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Helena n I Br0 Breeds Ss on Cam 2

Helena and I erotically enjoy a handful occasions in a handful of years of privacy, priving private parts in public.Helena and I enormously enjoy slow seductive steps to get closer to mutual masturbation or sexual satisfaction.Helena and I erotic experiments are rare, loving looks, curious questions, some requests to get us steps further.Helena and I eat each others with our eyes only, no idea what 'eat a peach' or 'munch my banana' might mean!Helena and I is a very long love, slow seduction...

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Free Trader Marys DreamChapter 7 Alexs Replacement Seperation Nightmares

We were lucky, usually Geghast Station was one of those stations that at any one moment, there could be ten or more ships docked looking for a cargo, leading to sometimes someone taking a run that would barely break even, just to get off the dock and stop paying docking fees, but this time there was a pretty decent run taking us to the Morely System, which was a single jumpgate away. Even with the days to get to the jump gate, and the couple days in system once we arrived, it was going to...

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Helenas New Life

Helena?s New Life Part 1 ? Trap is SprungBy Sonya Esperanto [email protected]:Sarah was a wicked spoiled Blonde English girl. Her parents allowed her the freedom to do whatever she wanted. Only at the age of 13, she was traveling all on her own, in mainland Europe. She was in Paris but hated it, since she insisted that the rest of the world speaks in English, even if they are in their own countries. The French hated her, seeing how her chauffeur was driving her around and...

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