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Freedom Denied.

By Niteowluk2003 for Freedom.

Amanda was 5'6'' tall, with Auburn hair, 38 D bust set on a medium frame she considered to be fat rather than meaty. Her most striking feature were her piercing green hazel eyes, they had a habit of appearing to see right into your soul. Although she was only 26 years old, she already had a very responsible job as head of the typing pool for Stanton, Stanton and Wakefield attorneys at law. There were 8 legal secretary typists working beneath her and all of them would agree that she was strict but fair, she even allowed the girls to call her Mandi.

Sure when she first rose to the job, three years ago she had been seen as a push over for sob stories and most of the older women had tried to pinch time off with some excuse or other. She had always managed to see through the fake stories and recognised the truth. She was happy to help in genuine cases but did not suffer fools gladly.

Tomorrow, she was about to start her first vacation in 5 years and had arranged a temp cover for the six weeks she planned to be away in Europe. She had planned every last detail to start her journey in London and finish flying back to the states from the Mediterranean coast of France. Little did she know how much her plans would be changed?

She flew from JFK in New York to London Heathrow aboard an American Airlines 757 jet, treating herself to an upgrade to business class. She was not aware of the interest she had already started seven rows of seats behind her. Once in the air, the unfasten your seatbelt sign flashed on and people began to walk around. She rose and decided to head for the in flight lounge bar, she swore a Margarita had her name on it and was constantly calling her.

A man approached her, she estimated to be 27 or 28 years old, he asked if he could buy her a drink and she defensively declined until he persisted and she found his eyes very enthralling, they seemed to swell and draw her very soul into them.

She found herself now agreeing to have the drink with him as they slid into one of the alcoves seats near the bar. As the drinks were being made, they made small talk and she found herself telling this stranger all about her plans to tour around Europe.

She answered his seemingly innocent questions about her safety plans travelling alone, and how often she would be calling home to let loved ones know she was ok.

She admitted that she had not planned to call anyone for those reasons but would call her work to make sure everything was ok about every two weeks.

Seven hours later she had inadvertently divulged where she worked, where she was staying in London, how long and her plans for the next leg of her tour. The man then excused himself and said "I have to make a business call! I will be right back" he then slipped away.

Thirty minutes later the Captain announced, "Would all passengers please return to their seats as we are coming in to land!"

She immediately returned to her seat passing the guy she had been speaking to, she should have been more worried if she had seen properly the nudge and point he had given his colleague sat beside him.

Everything progressed as normal, the plane landed ok; they disembarked and made their way through passport control and eventually to the baggage hall. Suddenly she was tapped on the shoulder and the same young man asked if they could offer her a lift into central London as their employer always sent a limo to pick them up. Again the guy's eyes seemed to hypnotise her and she found herself accepting.

Carefree and without a single worry, she stepped from the terminal building and straight into the black limo, with her new found companions. Again alarm bells should have been ringing as she found herself sat between the guy and his colleague in the back of the limo with blacked out windows.

As the car weaved through the traffic, she suddenly felt the two guys closing in on her, it seemed her arms were being pinned to her side by their manly bulks. She struggled as a cloth was placed over her nose and mouth and as she fought she found her strength fade really fast. She began seeing the light fading away to murky blackness and then suddenly she went limp and almost fell to the floor unconscious. She was grabbed by the two guys and held in place between them.

When she started to come round she noticed the car was no longer moving, in fact as she began to become aware of her surroundings she noticed she was no longer in the car at all. She scanned the room around her and noticed it was decidedly bare of furniture, the walls were stone with no plaster on them and the floor was also stone and cold to her naked feet. Her eyes travelled up from her feet and she realised she was naked but unable to move her hands to cover her pussy or breasts. She tried to step forward but her back was immediately pulled back and she felt the hard restraint of the wall against her spine.

She began to panic as how she got here and why she was now fastened to the wall. The first question began to dawn on her as she recalled accepting the lift from the man she had spent time talking to on the flight. Why she was here was a complete mystery to her but she feared the worst as she spotted the heavy silken ropes that bound her hands and arms to the carefully placed wall mounted rings.

Suddenly her attention was drawn to a voice, which said "Agh, Good morning Miss Brown, or should I call you slut Mandi!" she scanned the room but could see no one, here ears detected the sound coming from a beam some ten feet in front of her and then concentrating she saw the small camera.

"You may not call me anything!" she demanded, "not till you release me and explain why I have been brought here!" she continued.

"OH good, it is as I hoped you are strong willed and willing to fight, your training will be all the more pleasant for me then. But unfortunately far less so for you!" the voice continued.

"Rest as much as you can, Slut Mandi, for your training will begin in around two hours time and I can promise you that by the time the training is underway you will be more co-operative" the voice stressed. Mandi struggled against her bonds until she actually caused severe Indian burns to her wrists but the bonds held.

Suddenly she saw the man who had got her into this mess enter through a door, she screamed at him "Bastard, if you don't release me, I will make sure your done for kidnapping!" he smiled.

"Silly bitch! You would have to be free to report me and besides, did you not accept my offer of a lift of your own free will!" he snapped back at her. "Even if you were to escape this room, this house and ultimately these grounds, you would never make it the 200 miles to London" he lied.

She was just about to scream at him again, when with a quick flick of his elbow he slapped her smartly across the face. She was stunned into silence. He leaned forward and pinching hard on her left nipple he declared this place is inescapable, sound proofed and miles from anywhere. A perfect torture chamber, where I can do what ever I like to you and no one would hear, see or do anything about it.

He turned and walked around the corner, returning shortly with a large fire hose, turning it's nozzle full on he washed her freezing body down with icy cold water under immense pressure. So much pressure in fact that she could not get her breath and soon fainted.

Ten minutes lapsed before she stirred again, only this time she was on her back on some sort of table or bed, but the only thing holding her off the floor appeared to be a frame and the fact her arms and legs were tied tightly to this frame. Next she heard the squeaky wheels of a trolley of some sort getting ever closer, when suddenly the noise stopped, she tried to raise her head to see where the noise had come from but the ligature around her neck prevented her raising her head enough.

Then into view came Adam, the man who started this nightmare for Mandi, He smiled down at her and said that she needed to lose a few pounds before the real training was to start and he had the perfect way for her to do so. She then felt her legs being forced open and what she thought was a solid four-inch object being forced into her cunt, deeper and deeper it went till she felt it hit her womb. She began screaming when Adam threatened to pour a clear plastic tube of cockroaches into her cunt. He laughed as he said, "that's only as a punishment"

She then felt something being forced in to her anal ring, not quite as wide as the thing up her cunt but still as hard and forceful. This item stretched her anal ring and seemed to reach into the very pit of her stomach before it stopped advancing deeper. Next she saw Adam come towards her with a rigid plastic tube, two inches in diameter and he simply said "Open wide and breath through your nose"

She refused to open her mouth, shaking her head from side to side to avoid him pinching her nose. Suddenly she felt an excoriating pain in her right nipple and it felt like something was tearing into her flesh. She immediately stopped struggling and meekly opened her mouth. The tube was pushed into her mouth and part way into her throat; she found she could still breath through her nose, despite the feeling of her throat being filled with this tube. Expecting something to be poured down the tube, she tensed her body as tight as possible, hoping that they would think she would be fatally harming herself and have to release her slightly so she could at least lash out with her feet. But it never happened; instead Adam began wrapping her feet in muslin cloth working his way up her body. When he reached her cunt and ass, he wrapped around the obstructions and continued tightly wrapping her up mummy fashion. Just as he reached her tit level, he stopped and delighted in showing her the thing which had caused her so much pain earlier. It was a two-inch wide crocodile clip with serrated edges and not only that but there were wires coming from these clips.

She sensed before she felt the biting pressure of the crocodile clip's jaws, and then Adam wrapped them inside the muslin cloth as he continued to encase her full body. Now only her head remained uncovered and he seemed to delight in teasing her that even this would be remedied shortly. He went on to explain that the tube in her cunt was so things could be added directly into her cunt, the same with the tube up her ass, only that ones main use would be for her to expel her shit after all if they pump it in through her mouth tube it would need to have an exit route.

She tried to beg him to release her but with the tube down her throat the only sounds she made were almost unintelligible grunts. Adam then held up a large 5 litre bottle and explained this was a special formula of proteins, diet aids, glucose and laxatives, he delighted in telling her she would be having one full one of these bottles every day for the next week, and that was all she would be allowed by way of food. Further more he explained that the wires attached to the clips would be attached to a low voltage system that when her body temperature reached the point where she would start sweating she would receive minute electrical shocks passing through her nipples to the earthing rod he would be soon fastening to her big toes.

He then further explained that an outer layer of cling film would ensure a quick build up of body temp to assist in reaching that sweat temperature point. Next he continued to wrap her in the muslin cloth finally covering her eyes and ears. She then felt total isolation as all sight and sound was denied her. Her body already felt encased in a steel corset covering her from head to foot and taking deep breaths were virtually impossible resulting in her panting with rapid short breaths. This also helped generate the heat in her body; She began to feel the extra tightness being applied as the cling film wrap was applied, it spread like a creeping sickness from her feet up and with in a short space of time engulfed her entire body.

Unaware that a large buck was placed below her anal tube and heaters brought in to surround her, she found it difficult to concentrate on anything and frequently lapsed into unconsciousness, only to be brought round by the air tube becoming blocked with the next dose of her revolting liquid food.

It was not long before her naturally urges to pass water and waste, began to cramp up her stomach muscles and she found it difficult to pass water as the tube was pressed against her bladder, but she found the passing of solid waste easier but constantly running through her mind was the notion that she could imagine this sliding slowly down the clear plastic tube. Why would they want to humiliate her like this, what had she done to deserve this treatment.

Even more worrying was the nagging feeling at the back of her mind, why did they want her to lose some weight, Ok she was not happy with they way she herself perceived her weight to be, but that was her prerogative.

All the time her body was warming up, when suddenly the burning throbbing pains started, they began in her nipples and began shooting down towards her toes. At one point they became so bad that she actually pissed herself and could fell the wetness around her arse as it soaked the muslin. All the time more and more of this revolting food was passing down her throat and into her stomach. Occasionally she sensed that the food supply had been removed because her breathing became minutely easier and this was always followed by a warm wet sensation flooding her throat. She tried to believe this warm wet flooding was just warm water to wash her food further into her stomach, but she more than suspected that it was urine from her captors.

She lost all sense of time, day or night and found it become more and more difficult to concentrate for any length of time, what with the electric shocks almost constantly burrowing through her soul to her toes, and the almost constant feeling of being bloated and sickly, even the act of passing her own urine seemed a million miles away. She tried to concentrate on anything that would stop her mind from shutting down. She suspected that this was the ultimate aim of this sensory deprivation so they could brain wash her into what ever they wanted her to become.

She tried to concentrate on anything that could give her an idea of some type of timescale, she decide the only regular occurrence at the moment was the passing of the contents of her bowels into the tube, which was always accompanied by a muscle spasm in her anal ring. So it became her regulator clock, her day was measure by the cramping of her anal ring instead of hours and minutes. This worked for a while but even that had its drawbacks, as she now could not remember if she had felt it 15 times or 18 times.

She was slowly losing her mind; she mumbled her name and her co-workers names in her mind to prevent total loss of identity. But even that failed to help as she started of naming all eight colleagues and their heights, ages and hair colours. All too soon she could only vaguely remember them and now struggled to name three of them the remaining eight had been lost to her memory. The three she managed to name were the company directors she worked for, as for her typists, she could not even name one.

How long this went on for she could not say, until suddenly she felt her tightness around her head being released, or was she going insane. No she was sure the tightness was fast fading away. Suddenly small chinks of light broke through the wrappings hurting her eyes as they stung them back to life. She was soon totally unwrapped and immediate became aware of the awful urine smells emanating from her own body.

She tried to stretch her muscles which severely cramped up on her after so long with out movement and she received one almighty shock as a cascade of freezing cold water drenched her hot sweaty body. Then she noticed two naked women using towels to wipe her body down, they tried not to look at her face as they did so. She managed to see that each of them wore a tattooed mark in the form of a blue butterfly with yellow numbers on its wings.

Freedom Denied.

By Niteowluk2003 for Freedom.

Amanda was 5'6'' tall, with Auburn hair, 38 D bust set on a medium frame she considered to be fat rather than meaty. Her most striking feature were her piercing green hazel eyes, they had a habit of appearing to see right into your soul. Although she was only 26 years old, she already had a very responsible job as head of the typing pool for Stanton, Stanton and Wakefield attorneys at law. There were 8 legal secretary typists working beneath her and all of them would agree that she was strict but fair, she even allowed the girls to call her Mandi.

Sure when she first rose to the job, three years ago she had been seen as a push over for sob stories and most of the older women had tried to pinch time off with some excuse or other. She had always managed to see through the fake stories and recognised the truth. She was happy to help in genuine cases but did not suffer fools gladly.

Tomorrow, she was about to start her first vacation in 5 years and had arranged a temp cover for the six weeks she planned to be away in Europe. She had planned every last detail to start her journey in London and finish flying back to the states from the Mediterranean coast of France. Little did she know how much her plans would be changed?

She flew from JFK in New York to London Heathrow aboard an American Airlines 757 jet, treating herself to an upgrade to business class. She was not aware of the interest she had already started seven rows of seats behind her. Once in the air, the unfasten your seatbelt sign flashed on and people began to walk around. She rose and decided to head for the in flight lounge bar, she swore a Margarita had her name on it and was constantly calling her.

A man approached her, she estimated to be 27 or 28 years old, he asked if he could buy her a drink and she defensively declined until he persisted and she found his eyes very enthralling, they seemed to swell and draw her very soul into them.

She found herself now agreeing to have the drink with him as they slid into one of the alcoves seats near the bar. As the drinks were being made, they made small talk and she found herself telling this stranger all about her plans to tour around Europe.

She answered his seemingly innocent questions about her safety plans travelling alone, and how often she would be calling home to let loved ones know she was ok.

She admitted that she had not planned to call anyone for those reasons but would call her work to make sure everything was ok about every two weeks.

Seven hours later she had inadvertently divulged where she worked, where she was staying in London, how long and her plans for the next leg of her tour. The man then excused himself and said "I have to make a business call! I will be right back" he then slipped away.

Thirty minutes later the Captain announced, "Would all passengers please return to their seats as we are coming in to land!"

She immediately returned to her seat passing the guy she had been speaking to, she should have been more worried if she had seen properly the nudge and point he had given his colleague sat beside him.

Everything progressed as normal, the plane landed ok; they disembarked and made their way through passport control and eventually to the baggage hall. Suddenly she was tapped on the shoulder and the same young man asked if they could offer her a lift into central London as their employer always sent a limo to pick them up. Again the guy's eyes seemed to hypnotise her and she found herself accepting.

Carefree and without a single worry, she stepped from the terminal building and straight into the black limo, with her new found companions. Again alarm bells should have been ringing as she found herself sat between the guy and his colleague in the back of the limo with blacked out windows.

As the car weaved through the traffic, she suddenly felt the two guys closing in on her, it seemed her arms were being pinned to her side by their manly bulks. She struggled as a cloth was placed over her nose and mouth and as she fought she found her strength fade really fast. She began seeing the light fading away to murky blackness and then suddenly she went limp and almost fell to the floor unconscious. She was grabbed by the two guys and held in place between them.

When she started to come round she noticed the car was no longer moving, in fact as she began to become aware of her surroundings she noticed she was no longer in the car at all. She scanned the room around her and noticed it was decidedly bare of furniture, the walls were stone with no plaster on them and the floor was also stone and cold to her naked feet. Her eyes travelled up from her feet and she realised she was naked but unable to move her hands to cover her pussy or breasts. She tried to step forward but her back was immediately pulled back and she felt the hard restraint of the wall against her spine.

She began to panic as how she got here and why she was now fastened to the wall. The first question began to dawn on her as she recalled accepting the lift from the man she had spent time talking to on the flight. Why she was here was a complete mystery to her but she feared the worst as she spotted the heavy silken ropes that bound her hands and arms to the carefully placed wall mounted rings.

Suddenly her attention was drawn to a voice, which said "Agh, Good morning Miss Brown, or should I call you slut Mandi!" she scanned the room but could see no one, here ears detected the sound coming from a beam some ten feet in front of her and then concentrating she saw the small camera.

"You may not call me anything!" she demanded, "not till you release me and explain why I have been brought here!" she continued.

"OH good, it is as I hoped you are strong willed and willing to fight, your training will be all the more pleasant for me then. But unfortunately far less so for you!" the voice continued.

"Rest as much as you can, Slut Mandi, for your training will begin in around two hours time and I can promise you that by the time the training is underway you will be more co-operative" the voice stressed. Mandi struggled against her bonds until she actually caused severe Indian burns to her wrists but the bonds held.

Suddenly she saw the man who had got her into this mess enter through a door, she screamed at him "Bastard, if you don't release me, I will make sure your done for kidnapping!" he smiled.

"Silly bitch! You would have to be free to report me and besides, did you not accept my offer of a lift of your own free will!" he snapped back at her. "Even if you were to escape this room, this house and ultimately these grounds, you would never make it the 200 miles to London" he lied.

She was just about to scream at him again, when with a quick flick of his elbow he slapped her smartly across the face. She was stunned into silence. He leaned forward and pinching hard on her left nipple he declared this place is inescapable, sound proofed and miles from anywhere. A perfect torture chamber, where I can do what ever I like to you and no one would hear, see or do anything about it.

He turned and walked around the corner, returning shortly with a large fire hose, turning it's nozzle full on he washed her freezing body down with icy cold water under immense pressure. So much pressure in fact that she could not get her breath and soon fainted.

Ten minutes lapsed before she stirred again, only this time she was on her back on some sort of table or bed, but the only thing holding her off the floor appeared to be a frame and the fact her arms and legs were tied tightly to this frame. Next she heard the squeaky wheels of a trolley of some sort getting ever closer, when suddenly the noise stopped, she tried to raise her head to see where the noise had come from but the ligature around her neck prevented her raising her head enough.

Then into view came Adam, the man who started this nightmare for Mandi, He smiled down at her and said that she needed to lose a few pounds before the real training was to start and he had the perfect way for her to do so. She then felt her legs being forced open and what she thought was a solid four-inch object being forced into her cunt, deeper and deeper it went till she felt it hit her womb. She began screaming when Adam threatened to pour a clear plastic tube of cockroaches into her cunt. He laughed as he said, "that's only as a punishment"

She then felt something being forced in to her anal ring, not quite as wide as the thing up her cunt but still as hard and forceful. This item stretched her anal ring and seemed to reach into the very pit of her stomach before it stopped advancing deeper. Next she saw Adam come towards her with a rigid plastic tube, two inches in diameter and he simply said "Open wide and breath through your nose"

She refused to open her mouth, shaking her head from side to side to avoid him pinching her nose. Suddenly she felt an excoriating pain in her right nipple and it felt like something was tearing into her flesh. She immediately stopped struggling and meekly opened her mouth. The tube was pushed into her mouth and part way into her throat; she found she could still breath through her nose, despite the feeling of her throat being filled with this tube. Expecting something to be poured down the tube, she tensed her body as tight as possible, hoping that they would think she would be fatally harming herself and have to release her slightly so she could at least lash out with her feet. But it never happened; instead Adam began wrapping her feet in muslin cloth working his way up her body. When he reached her cunt and ass, he wrapped around the obstructions and continued tightly wrapping her up mummy fashion. Just as he reached her tit level, he stopped and delighted in showing her the thing which had caused her so much pain earlier. It was a two-inch wide crocodile clip with serrated edges and not only that but there were wires coming from these clips.

She sensed before she felt the biting pressure of the crocodile clip's jaws, and then Adam wrapped them inside the muslin cloth as he continued to encase her full body. Now only her head remained uncovered and he seemed to delight in teasing her that even this would be remedied shortly. He went on to explain that the tube in her cunt was so things could be added directly into her cunt, the same with the tube up her ass, only that ones main use would be for her to expel her shit after all if they pump it in through her mouth tube it would need to have an exit route.

She tried to beg him to release her but with the tube down her throat the only sounds she made were almost unintelligible grunts. Adam then held up a large 5 litre bottle and explained this was a special formula of proteins, diet aids, glucose and laxatives, he delighted in telling her she would be having one full one of these bottles every day for the next week, and that was all she would be allowed by way of food. Further more he explained that the wires attached to the clips would be attached to a low voltage system that when her body temperature reached the point where she would start sweating she would receive minute electrical shocks passing through her nipples to the earthing rod he would be soon fastening to her big toes.

He then further explained that an outer layer of cling film would ensure a quick build up of body temp to assist in reaching that sweat temperature point. Next he continued to wrap her in the muslin cloth finally covering her eyes and ears. She then felt total isolation as all sight and sound was denied her. Her body already felt encased in a steel corset covering her from head to foot and taking deep breaths were virtually impossible resulting in her panting with rapid short breaths. This also helped generate the heat in her body; She began to feel the extra tightness being applied as the cling film wrap was applied, it spread like a creeping sickness from her feet up and with in a short space of time engulfed her entire body.

Unaware that a large buck was placed below her anal tube and heaters brought in to surround her, she found it difficult to concentrate on anything and frequently lapsed into unconsciousness, only to be brought round by the air tube becoming blocked with the next dose of her revolting liquid food.

It was not long before her naturally urges to pass water and waste, began to cramp up her stomach muscles and she found it difficult to pass water as the tube was pressed against her bladder, but she found the passing of solid waste easier but constantly running through her mind was the notion that she could imagine this sliding slowly down the clear plastic tube. Why would they want to humiliate her like this, what had she done to deserve this treatment.

Even more worrying was the nagging feeling at the back of her mind, why did they want her to lose some weight, Ok she was not happy with they way she herself perceived her weight to be, but that was her prerogative.

All the time her body was warming up, when suddenly the burning throbbing pains started, they began in her nipples and began shooting down towards her toes. At one point they became so bad that she actually pissed herself and could fell the wetness around her arse as it soaked the muslin. All the time more and more of this revolting food was passing down her throat and into her stomach. Occasionally she sensed that the food supply had been removed because her breathing became minutely easier and this was always followed by a warm wet sensation flooding her throat. She tried to believe this warm wet flooding was just warm water to wash her food further into her stomach, but she more than suspected that it was urine from her captors.

She lost all sense of time, day or night and found it become more and more difficult to concentrate for any length of time, what with the electric shocks almost constantly burrowing through her soul to her toes, and the almost constant feeling of being bloated and sickly, even the act of passing her own urine seemed a million miles away. She tried to concentrate on anything that would stop her mind from shutting down. She suspected that this was the ultimate aim of this sensory deprivation so they could brain wash her into what ever they wanted her to become.

She tried to concentrate on anything that could give her an idea of some type of timescale, she decide the only regular occurrence at the moment was the passing of the contents of her bowels into the tube, which was always accompanied by a muscle spasm in her anal ring. So it became her regulator clock, her day was measure by the cramping of her anal ring instead of hours and minutes. This worked for a while but even that had its drawbacks, as she now could not remember if she had felt it 15 times or 18 times.

She was slowly losing her mind; she mumbled her name and her co-workers names in her mind to prevent total loss of identity. But even that failed to help as she started of naming all eight colleagues and their heights, ages and hair colours. All too soon she could only vaguely remember them and now struggled to name three of them the remaining eight had been lost to her memory. The three she managed to name were the company directors she worked for, as for her typists, she could not even name one.

How long this went on for she could not say, until suddenly she felt her tightness around her head being released, or was she going insane. No she was sure the tightness was fast fading away. Suddenly small chinks of light broke through the wrappings hurting her eyes as they stung them back to life. She was soon totally unwrapped and immediate became aware of the awful urine smells emanating from her own body.

She tried to stretch her muscles which severely cramped up on her after so long with out movement and she received one almighty shock as a cascade of freezing cold water drenched her hot sweaty body. Then she noticed two naked women using towels to wipe her body down, they tried not to look at her face as they did so. She managed to see that each of them wore a tattooed mark in the form of a blue butterfly with yellow numbers on its wings.

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For my entire marriage I've watched, cleaned up and served my wife. She has honed her cuckolding skills to a fine art. Just lately she has started trying new stuff. Even though she has bought several chastity devices for me over the years she has starting tucking me. What she does is handcuff my hands behind my back then she will reach between my legs from the back and pull my cock and balls back toward my ass. Then while holding them she has me put my legs together . Then she will tape my...

Caged and denied

It’s 4:00am and every chaste man in the world knows exactly what i is i am feeling right now. This is my second night in chastity and i’m reaching that point of deep, desperate ache. What otherwise would be an erection, that begs for release, painfully throbs inside its cage. The ring of the cage is chafing the underside of my balls and there’s no way i can sleep. The few times in the past that i experimented with chastity play ended by this point. With that being said, let me take You back to...

Sometimes lust wont be denied

This is a true story....Many years ago I got involved with a group of people who put on a performance of the Rocky Horror Picture show. We would dress-up as the various players and do our thing while the movie was playing. Unlike a lot of groups we put a huge amount of effort into the costumes and the acting. We were very good.I played Dr. Frank-N-Furter the star. I can sing and my voice is actually fairly close to Tim Curry's. Being a straight guy it was more than a little weird to do but it...

Freedom Fighter Ch 3

The child I carried was lost. By the time the bus reached Kinsarvik my pants were covered with blood. Dreng only managed to get me to Harald’s office in time because of the town’s people who made a litter and helped him carry me there. For three days Dreng, Harald and his wife, Marianne, tended to my body, ravaged by fever, and weak from the loss of blood. On the fourth day I was allowed out of bed and given my first solid food. When I was finally able to recount the events of my rape to them,...

Freedom

This is a true story describing my awakening to an unhappy marriage, finding love and sexual freedom in the arms of a man who was able to love me as I am. Seventeen was TRULY too young to get married, but let’s face it – at seventeen, no one was going to tell me how to run my life. I’d met William at the grocery store where I worked. He was 22, lived on his own and had a really fast car. I had a hot-head mother who loved to degrade me, a school where I was considered a nobody because my...

Freedom is Being Out of Jail

CHAPTER 1 Released from prison after serving nineteen months of a twenty-four-month sentence, out early because of exemplary behavior, Ryan Bateman returned to Maxwell City, accepting his life was in tatters. He remembered the night well, as if it were yesterday. He’d been to a strip club and had drank too much and had become befuddled. Similarly intoxicated Merton Joyce, his employer, had come up to him and offered him a ride home. Merton had driven much too fast, lost control turning out...

Freedom to Fuck

This is an interactive version of my existing series of Freedom to Fuck stories, which can be found online pretty easily. In this Utopian vision of the future, women have no rights whatsoever and cannot say no to anything a man wants them to do. Advanced technology allows quick and simple body and mental modification, used by men to improve the women in their lives. Men have no trouble making use of any women, including strangers and family members. Everyone is far happier than in the real...

freedom below the belt

This is only the second time that I've tried to write for the Hamsters, - (sounds like a girls' hockey team), - but twice I've had a small problem in how to categorise it. Still , the choice is made, - so here is another short piece,(about the length of my cock these days as compared to your's anyway). When recently discovering that I was actually about to take up my total sexual freedom, something I'd been keeping down and holding back for 45 years,(and stayed sane), - I was faced with one of...

Freedom Indeed

When I was 17 years old I fell in love for the first time. Her name was Saoirse, which is the Irish word for "freedom". She was a tall, well-spoken and elegant girl who was 2 months my younger. She had the most striking blue eyes I had ever seen; pale and wispy, but at the same time sharp and piercing. Her smile was always so wide and she wasn't stingy about showing it. We never got too far, at most managing a peck on the cheek and a hug goodbye, but I was more than delighted to simply hold her...

Freedom

Freedom Synopsis: When a corrupt anti-T.G. Empire succeeds in stranding the colony on the Prison Planet, the Empire loses a planet full of much needed resources. As the years go by, the colonists and prisoners unite to turn the Prison Planet Compound into a viable colony and in time, discover a way off of the planet. As they leave, the author of the message ends with a message of hope. [-][+][-] It is hard to believe that we are finally leaving this prison that the Empire tried to...

Freedom Run

"Hey Juan, did you hear the word? Memphis signed up to make the Run!" exclaimed Slats. "Man, that dizzy broad got no business doing that. She got no chance at all of making it," he replied. "Where chew hear that?" "I was over at Spike's and there it was. Man, a real bitching car. The way it's armed and armored it couldn't be nothing but a Runner. It was blue, I mean it was BLUE! And in small gold letters it said 'Driver - Memphis Belle'. When I asked Spike he just growled like he...

Freedom of Trade

Advertisements of one kind or another were all Lance could see wherever he looked around him. They dominated the supermarket aisles, were suspended above the shelves and plastered all over the store's windows. But how could it ever be different? A man needed help when he went shopping. And at the moment, he was browsing in the pharmaceuticals section where the dominant ads paraded images of infeasibly muscular men and seductively desirable naked women, What Lance was looking for wasn't...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 1

He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled. Claude Carolina, fighting waves of anger, paid little attention to his family’s minister from the front row of the funeral parlor. ‘Once a black man, always a black man,’ thought Claude, ‘and it often depends on what type of black man one wants to be before he realizes that he is black no matter what he says, what he wears, how hard he tries to evade his own black status, or becomes what he fears to become, which is black. He may act differently...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 4

For those who are lucky enough, success in poetry, or in any art for that matter, may come early in one’s career. To stay a successful poet over a lifetime though—that’s the trick. Amanda felt as though she had made a deal with the devil in some unconscious dream, and due to either her negotiating skills with the Lord of the Underworld or just dumb luck, she landed a tenure- track professorship at Seton Hall a week after her twenty-seventh birthday, a year and three months after her divorce...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 6

Claude never thought he’d sell out so easily. Certainly he had his principles to consider, but when money turned the bend like the headlight of a locomotive in the middle of a thunderstorm, it didn’t take much for him to hop on board and enjoy the ride. He knew he needed money, and sometimes money takes first priority. White folks usually had it built into them so that they profited with grace. And suddenly Claude took the same route. He didn’t know what his teammates would say to all of...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 8

A man has needs, there’s no question. Take sex, for instance. If Preston had a nickel for every time he desired sex with the college girl down the hall, he would have been a millionaire by now. But the college girl, he sensed, was not interested in him, and this was because he represented, in her eyes, another lonely, washed-up piece of white trash slumming in the ghetto due to his inability to compete in the white world. Fair enough. It was a free country, and a free market, so girls could...

Freedoms Touch

The lake engulfed the landscape, glinting and gleaming with the colors of its surroundings. It met the sky’s gaze with a fever of its own, deepening in color the farther out it reached. The evergreen forest that surrounded the body of water left, in their shadow, a deep green mark upon the water – as if to remind you just how far from the world you really were. Waves, churned up by the mountain wind, lapped up against the shore. The steady thrumming of the water was broken only by the echoes...

FreedomVR

You open up the box, grinning at the contents. FreedomVR. The newest and biggest improvement in Virtual Reality in years. Reaching in, you pull out a black suit covered with wires and sensors, setting it down to find the centerpiece, the headset. Fucking awesome. You flip through the instructions briefly, tossing them aside. You've done your research for this; you don't need them. You know you need to strip first, doing so before putting on the suit, watching lights on it come to life. You sit...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 7

Amanda sat at her desk and thought out her next poem. She had written dozens of them in the dim light of her living room, a hot cup of hazelnut coffee her only companion along with a terrible chill of loneliness that had at one time been so enjoyable but was now close to deadly. ‘It’s part of the territory,’ she thought as she struggled to pen a good first line. Lately she had been on auto-pilot. Sure she wrote almost every night, but she couldn’t explain the extreme hollowness of her soul,...

Love Castle 1 Ava Interest Denied

*Small body, light hair, quiet, diligent, loyal. Maid and attendant* Despite his station there were still women beyond his reach. Indeed, it made them all the more appealing. Interestingly, there now a girl of low position but high potential who he was definitely interested in but certainly had no chance with in a fair situation. Ava was small for a woman, but proud and somewhat aloof. He'd known from the moment he met her that she would not trade favors for advancement, even...

Rob Would Not Be Denied

I have hooked up with Rob a few more times since our first meeting. And he has trained me quite well, that huge dick of his will always be difficult to take but I will keep trying. Rob asked me to come over to his apartment for a few drinks but I knew what that meant. I told him I will be sl**ping over, his laugh and said no stays at the “Rob Hotel” for free. I thought to myself, ran to the shower and did a shave. I wanted everything nice and clean, all over for him. I packed a bag of a cute...

Permission denied

- So I'm posting this one here because it was kinda requested really, and if you haven't been reading on my site you've missed quite a few so this is kind of like a teaser too I guess...-“Wow,” Naomi said. “And I thought my family was fucked up.”“We're not fucked up,” I said, more than just a little annoyed by now.I had said I was going to tell her everything, but I didn't. I had told her about the four of us living together like we did, and I even told her how Cait and Lucy and I were related...

Sophie Denied

In collaboration with SophieCurves93It was late Friday afternoon, Sophie had just got home from work to find her bf snoring away on the sofa. Walking to the bedroom she dropped her bag outside the door and walked in while unbuttoning her top. Opening her top and letting it drop onto the bed revealed her almost see through bra buldging with her 34C tits. She was hoping someone would take the hint but it was to no avail. She was feeling especially frustrated. She unzipped her skirt and let it...

Rob Would Not Be Denied

I have hooked up with Rob a few more times since our first meeting. And he has trained me quite well, that huge dick of his will always be difficult to take but I will keep trying. Rob asked me to come over to his apartment for a few drinks but I knew what that meant. I told him I will be sleeping over, his laugh and said no stays at the “Rob Hotel” for free. I thought to myself, ran to the shower and did a shave. I wanted everything nice and clean, all over for him. I packed a bag of a cute...

Freedom from that bitch

Declining to accept her phone calls. Knowing she would be trying to apologize for having sex with another guy. I trusted her and she broke it. She had told me that she didn’t feel attractive and that she didn’t want to have sex. Guess it was just with me. I made sure that she was not going to be home when I went in and got all my stuff. Trying to drive and not relive the night that I found her in bed with that guy. And then finding out that she had been doing it for about two months. I was...

Freedom to Rule

The months spent there slowly dragged on into years, and as Mikael Stvanagratz grew bored several of the nearby villages, nestled within the mountain peaks, began reporting the disappearance of several teenage girls, ranging from thirteen through to seventeen years of age. They were never found. Mikael strode through the ancient corridors of the protected manor, admiring the skill of the artwork and sculptures decorating the safe house. Mikael turned left into his study and sat in a...

Freedom Fighters Ch 1

This story is partially true based on stories I have heard from relatives (some living in Norway, some living here). The rest is my own imagination. If historical inaccuracies occur, sorry. This is, after all, a story. ***** The date was June 15, 1940. The war had just ceased it’s raging in my country five days ago. The King of Norway had escaped to England along with our country’s gold bullion. From there our people would continue to fight. The war in France was still raging, but the...

Freedom Flight

Brooke sipped her complimentary wine and settled back into her seat. She was on board a plane destined for Los Angeles, on her way to meet her cyber-lover. As she sat relaxing images of Steve and the fantasies she had had about him darted into her mind. She visualised their eyes locking, them kissing, his hand gently stroking her face, her breasts, her…her…. Often when she thought of Steve, she lost all track of time. Her breathing quickened and she often felt faint. Often when she was alone...

Freedom Fighter Ch 2

The night was dark and the wind howled as we made our way through the dark streets carefully and slowly to avoid detection. There were still German patrols that made their rounds through the town streets, even at this hour. Dreng froze as he saw a German sentry light a cigarette and he pushed me into an alleyway where we huddled until the Germans passed by on the main street to our left. Cautiously we made our way north out of town. As we walked on the side of the road, close to the tree...

Freedom Indeed

When I was 17 years old I fell in love for the first time. Her name was Saoirse, which is the Irish word for ‘freedom’. She was a tall, well-spoken and elegant girl who was 2 months my younger. She had the most striking blue eyes I had ever seen, pale and wispy, but at the same time sharp and piercing. Her smile was always so wide and she wasn’t stingy about showing it. We never got too far, at most managing a peck on the cheek and a hug goodbye, but I was more than delighted to simply hold her...

Freedom

You'd just gotten out of class, and were walking down the street towards the bus stop. You know you got enough sleep every night, but every day was beginning to leave you more and more drained. One more day of shitty classes in subjects you weren't interested in and hardly understood. Your family had since cut you out, thinking that somehow that would help you get it together, but here you were. Sometimes I wish I could just get out of here, you think, rubbing your eyes. Out of this town, out...

Freedom Of Use

You float in a sea of emptiness. You are surrounded by a white glow, stretching as far as the eye can see. You can't remember how you got here, and your head hurts a bit. You try to move around, but you feel sluggish and strange. It's as if your body doesn't want to respond. You feel a strange sense of curiosity, despite your situation. If this is a dream, it's a weird one. Suddenly, a woman's voice rings out from all around you at once. "Human... You're going to receive a very special gift." A...

Freedom to Play V

Check my profile for the prior four chapters of this story. Might not make a ton of sense without the context.Abby, Mark, Justin, and Ashley were fooling around in the pool like any Saturday, playing Marco Polo while Mr. Jones and Mrs. Peterson kept an eye from the deck."You look hot in that swimsuit," Justin commented to Abby.Abby looked down over her body, thick and voluptuous. The plunging neckline of the one piece swimsuit showed off her huge tits and cupped her pussy. "It does fit me...

Freedom to Play IV

That structured day when Mrs. Peterson brought Abby and Ashley over to Mr. Jones' house was the first of many activities we all participated in together. Days at the beach, trips to museums, movies, dinners, days at the mall, all became more common as time passed. Mr. Jones and Mrs. Peterson never really got romantic as far as we knew, but they certainly flirted a lot and united over bringing all of us together. Abby and I were staples at these houses that weren't really our homes; we both came...

Freedom to Play III

-------Mark and I were playing a video game in the living room when the phone rang. Mark ran to the kitchen and I heard him answer."Oh, Hi Mrs. Peterson. Yeah, he's here, just a second!"I thought, "Oh shit, that's Ashley's mom, we're definitely in for it." Mr. Jones came and picked up the phone from Mark. "Hi Deb, how are you?" he said to Ashley's mom. "Oh sure, the boys are here. It'd be just fine if they came over for a swim, sure. I'll be here. But sure, come by if you want, we can relax a...

Freedom to Play

When I was coming up, there were several friends I fooled around with -- at sleepovers mostly, we would play truth or dare and have a little show and tell. At the minimum, we'd see each other partially naked, but I had a couple of friends with whom we went a lot further -- making out, blowjobs, even anal sex. I had two friends in particular who I played a lot with, Mark and Peter. Eventually Peter started to feel more and more guilty about what we were doing. Even though he'd swear it off, if...

Freedom Pt 4

Dave pulled his hand from her clit long enough to lick her cum off his fingers. He groaned as he looked down at that tight pink pussy, waiting for his stiff cock. He rubbed the front of his pants for a moment, just watching Cheyenne's pussy. "You want this cock, baby?" he asked, wanting to ravage her, rip her clothes apart, and then give her the fucking of a lifetime."Oh, baby, I want that cock in this tight pussy, so bad, I'd beg for it!" she said, rocking her hips back and forth, almost...

Freedom Pt 3

Cheyenne could hear her pulse in her ears as Dave's light blue eyes watched her dark brown eyes as he placed his hand on top of hers. She could even feel the pulse between her legs and in her breasts. Please touch me all over, she thought. His smile revealed a hint of his pearl white teeth. He massaged the knuckles of her hand as her pulse raced even faster. She felt her nipples harden and she wished she hadn't worn the padded bra with the air pockets for comfort. At that moment, she...

Freedom pt 2

Cheyenne looked around, thinking that maybe he was early as well. She didn't see him. What if he lied and used someone else's picture's, she thought. He couldn't have. She distinctly remembered his voice when they spoke over the phone. He sounded the age he was. She told herself to stop worrying about it and to stop being so paranoid. From her dark, out-of-the-way corner, she saw him enter. His grey hair was cut short and she could see where he was balding in the center of his scalp on...

Freedom Pt 1

She was nervous as she wrung her hands beneath the steering wheel of her new car. It wasn't brand new; just new to her. It was exciting for her to be away from home for a few hours by herself, with no one to rush her to go home and no one to cut her time short when she wasn't ready. New driver's license and new car; the sensation of it all felt odd.It was the also the first time meeting the guy she was there in that parking lot to see. She wasn't going to meet him out there, but she was too...

Freedom For A Month In A Different City82308230

Hy guys… It’s me Samreen once again with a wonderful experience of my life still now….. Those how don’t know me let me introduce myself…..My name is Samreen.. I live in Mumbai. I am 20 years old….I belong from a Muslim family…. I am the only daughter of my parents…. My height is 5.8…. Fair in color.. Brown eyes. I have very long hair till my waist……. My figure is 34d 28 36…. As u all know i love dressing a lot….. But my parents did not ever let me due to culture probs…. So now let me start with...

Freedom for a Slytan

Setting - a fictional medieval world with a blending of European and Asian styles. This is the story of sex sometimes nasty sometimes tender. Part 1 - Main Characters.Hero - a warrior in his early 20s, his fame is quickly growing as a mighty swordsman and champion of the oppressed. He was recently banished from his family for having offended several nobles while doing good deeds. Although he is a “good guy” he is not a total nice guy.The story begins as Hero watches three young girls bathing...

Freedom to Play VI

"You all set for this weekend?" Mr. Jones asked Mark and Justin."Yeah, we should be good, Dad," Mark said back. Mr. Jones was heading out of town for a week and Mark's grandma was coming to stay at the house. Since it was summer, she would be watching Mark and making sure he kept himself out of trouble, and without school, Justin stayed over more or less every night. "Okay. Nanna should be here in a couple of hours, you boys keep the place clean and behave yourselves until she gets here."Mark...

Freedom of Expression 1

Matt is 32 years old, just under 6ft tall, solid build but not much fat on him thanks to leading an active lifestyle. He has short brown hair and light blue eyes. Many people would be jealous of the life Matt has, he lives in a small coastal town of about 15000 people in New Zealand and spends his days doing essentially anything he feels like. This is thanks to a stroke of luck, when back in his early 20s in 2011 he had bought into the "scam" (as most people told him it was) of Crypto...

Freedom for Melanie

My younger brother, Jacob was a piece of work. He grew up as a juvenile delinquent, stealing cars and robbing housewives in our neighborhood. He soon found out that stealing cars was not as exciting as robbing women. Melanie was married to Jacob. She was 5'6" of beauty. From the very first time that Jacob brought her to one of our family's get together, I was attracted to her. And who wouldn't be? She was a trim one hundred thirty five pounds. She could have been a Victoria's Secret model...

Freedom of Choice

Some people will think I was crazy, and some others will think I just got really lucky. People who've known me for any length of time will know I'm not either one of those things. I am stubborn though, and I'll be the first one to admit it. I like to get my own way about things now too. So, whether or not I'm crazy, lucky, stubborn, or willful doesn't really matter. I'll tell you my story, then you can decide for yourselves what you think. I'd always felt that I was really lucky in one...

Freedom Ride

The sun had set less than six hours ago over the world-spanning urban sprawl. The billions of homeless in New York City, alone, were sound asleep at 4:00 AM when an alarm clock woke Den out of a deep sleep. With a yawn, he put on his glasses and crawled out of his bunk and shuffled down to the bathroom. Joanne was sitting on a toilet and called out to him as he walked past, "Hey four-eyes, sleep alone again last night?" "Fuck you," he muttered as he walked past. "Not if you were the...

Freedom DeniedChapter 2

The woman with the tattoo with the number of 1001 began pulling the bin out from under Mandi's body, whilst the one with 0909 tattoo began to mop the floor area beneath Mandi. Mandi heard one of the women say, "Fuck this bitch has nearly filled this shit bin!" The other responded "Never, the most anyone has filled it in the past would have been two months ago and she only managed about a third of the bin!" They both sniggered as they moved out of Mandi's line of sight; then suddenly...

Freedom DeniedChapter 3

Mandi had been used and abused for some three hours by these guys, when Adam entered the room and blew a whistle. The guys grabbed Mandi and immediately retied her binds before grabbing their clothes and disappearing; Adam approached Mandi without her seeing the ball gag in his closed hand. Seconds later the foul smelling and tasting gag was forced into her mouth and the straps tightened. Adam delighted in telling Mandi of the sponge interior of the object wedged tightly in her throat, but...

Freedom DeniedChapter 4

The van continued its journey for over thirty minutes, with Mandi jostled around in the back of the van at every turn, eventually the whine of the engine changed so she assumed she was now on a motorway. Fifty minutes later she heard the engine drop some revs, as it was obvious she was now back on non-motorway roads. Shortly after that she felt the van lurch to a stop, thinking she had arrived she tensed herself waiting for the guys to man handle her out of the van; five minutes passed then...

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