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The Subjugation of Scully

Three things:

1. Obviously I don?t own the rights to the X Files characters, this is pure fanfic, so no commercial reposting please.

2. Similarly, I hope no one reading this thinks it?s alright to really go out there and start kidnapping FBI agents. Let?s keep a fingernail grip on reality please people!

3. This is my first ever attempt at writing fiction, so any feedback (no matter how negative!) will be appreciated. Email me at [email protected] please. And now, on with my tale?

Chapter One

FBI special agent Dana Scully struggled to suppress a yawn as she walked along the hallway towards her apartment. It had just been ?one of those days?; she and her partner, Fox Mulder, had recently been assigned to investigate the disappearance of a number of young women and, although there were a number of unusual aspects to the case (just about enough, indeed, to merit calling the case an X file), Mulder?s repeated assertion that the women in question had undoubtedly been abducted by aliens was unsupported by any evidence whatsoever. Scully had spent yet another fruitless day trying to get her partner to see reason in this case and, as she prepared to enter her apartment, she was struck with a vision of herself forty years into the future, a tired little old lady still pursuing Mulder on his endless series of wild goose chases. ?I?m going to die an old maid,? Scully said to herself, only half jokingly, as she opened the door to her apartment.

Tired and distracted as she was, Scully was taken with almost ridiculous ease. They were waiting for her just inside the door - two men clad completely in black, including black ski masks and black leather gloves. Scully froze for a vital second at the sight of one black-clad intruder standing right before her and then, before she could react, the man stepped forward and drove his fist into her stomach, driving all the air out of her lungs with an audible ?whoosh?. As Scully doubled up in agony the second assailant stepped smartly behind her and covered her mouth and nose with a soft cloth. With her lungs screaming for air Scully acted instinctively and was unable to prevent herself taking a deep breath, meaning that the chloroform on the cloth quickly took effect. Cursing herself for the ease with which she had allowed herself to be abducted, FBI special agent Dana Scully slid rapidly into unconsciousness.

Her captors then worked quickly, fastening her hands behind her back with metal handcuffs and restraining her legs in a similar fashion. Before they then slipped her unconscious body into a large canvas sack the leader of the two-man team took a moment to inspect his latest acquisition, stroking Scully?s flaming red hair back from her face. ?This one?s a real beauty,? he thought to himself. ?I wonder if she?s been acquired to order or if she?s intended for the auction block. I wouldn?t mind buying this one myself? if I could only afford it.? After a discrete cough from his associate, however, the leader of the acquisition team forced his mind back onto his work ? dawdling was a sure way to get noticed and caught. The two men lifted the canvas bag containing the inert form of Dana Scully and began to carry it towards the apartment building?s service staircase. No one had noticed their entry to Scully?s apartment, no one had notice the unobtrusive, unmarked van parked round the back and no one noticed their departure in its with their human cargo. FBI special agent Dana Scully had, to all intents and purposes, simply vanished.

Chapter Two

When she awoke Scully was unable to move for several minutes. An attempt to open her eyes was quickly reversed due to the bright lights of wherever the hell she was and an attempt to sit up was rapidly aborted due to the nausea it brought on and so Scully decided that it would be best to lay where she was for a while, during which time the horror of what had happened to her slowly sank in.

All FBI agents are well schooled in the numerous cases where females have been abducted by men, however, and so, after a few minutes where she remained curled up into a ball with panic washing over her, Scully began to get a hold of herself. The abduction of an FBI agent would inevitably lead to a huge manhunt just as soon as she failed to turn up to work. No abduction, however efficient, could be carried out without leaving any traces at all, she reasoned, and so, Scully tried to convince herself, the authorities would inevitably find and rescue her shortly. All she had to do was survive long enough to be rescued, she reminded herself, and her FBI training meant that she knew exactly what kind of behaviour was required to keep the psychos who had kidnapped her from killing her for as long as possible.

With her initial panic passing, Scully began to assess her immediate predicament. She was lying on her side on a hard but smooth surface. She did not appear to be injured, apart from the nausea, and she appeared to be fully clothed. Slowly she opened her eyes, and saw...

She was in a small windowless room painted completely white. There was only one door in the room and this was so well set into one of the walls that it was very hard to actually make it out. The most interesting feature of the room, however, was the set of vertical bars that divided the side of the room where Scully was from the side where the door was. They appeared to be standard ?jail cell? bars, thick iron bars set about six inches apart with, again, a single padlocked ?door? set in the middle.

Apart from the bars the only item in the room was what appeared to be an animal?s litter tray in one corner of Scully?s side of the room. Crawling over to the tray Scully discovered that it was, indeed, filled with what appeared to be cat litter.

Having completed an initial inspection of her prison, which hadn?t taken long, Scully then began to examine herself. Her gun, badge and cellphone had all vanished but she was still wearing all of the clothes that she had had on when captured, which was a blessing of sorts. Oh, and there was a strange prickling sensation at the nape of her neck. She reached one hand back and felt a small scar. Now, how had that happened? An injury during her abduction perhaps? Scully contemplated shouting for help but soon decided against it. Her captors would be most unlikely to leave her ungagged anywhere where a cry for help would do any good and her FBI training quickly reminded her that her chances of survival would be maximised if she remained non-confrontational and gave her captors no reason to believe that she was not co-operating fully.

With nothing else to do, Scully then knelt down in a corner of the room and waited. The after effects of the chloroform soon wore off and, in spite of her desperate plight, it wasn?t long before boredom actually managed to set in.

Unable to track the passage of time, Scully had no idea how long had passed before anything happened. The first she knew was a sharp click that woke her from a sort of bored daze; this was caused by the door opposite her opening and a man entering Scully?s cell.

The traditional response of an abductee in this situation would have been to jump up and run towards the bars, screaming for help and shouting to be let out but Scully knew better than this. She knew that outbursts of hysteria in front of the kind of madman who would kidnap a women would dramatically increase the chance of her being killed and so she remained where she was; on her knees in a corner of her cell, attempting to appraise the situation as calmly as was possible under the circumstances.

Chapter Three

Harold Sheep loved his job. He had, at one stage, thought that nothing could ever replace the army in his life but the ?profession? that he had found himself practicing once he had got too old for the Marines was actually better than life in the military, he had to admit. How many reluctant young ladies had had the pride and arrogance painstakingly removed from their natures after a course of his obedience training, he thought to himself, as he entered the cell of his latest pupil, 250? No, probably more than 300 by now.

Forcing himself to concentrate on the job at hand, Harold began to appraise the young woman who would, under his instruction, soon be converted into an obedient little bitch. This one was intelligent, because she hadn?t began to scream or shout as soon as he had entered the cell, he observed. Neither was she cowering in terror at the back of the cell, as so many did, but was, rather, appraising him with admiral coolness. So she was also a brave and stubborn one. Harold smiled to himself. Breaking in the intelligent and the independent was what made his job such fun; their ultimate surrender, no matter how inevitable (and it was utterly inevitable), was just so much sweeter than subduing a slut who put up no resistance at all.

And it did no harm that this one was also a beauty. That wonderful mane of copper coloured hair, that alabaster skin, those amazing eyes? Harold shook himself inwardly. It was time to go to work?

Chapter Four

?Don?t say a word, just stand up and approach the bars,? Harold said, approaching the metal ?grill? that separated the room into two. Scully, after just a moment?s hesitation, did so. ?Now take off your jacket and drop it on the floor on my side of the bars.?

In response to this simple instruction Scully made her first mistake. Instead of simply obeying she began to try to engage her captor in conversation. ?Now look, I?? she began but before she could say another word there was? Pain. No, not pain. Agony. No, not even agony, but something beyond what she had ever previously understood about suffering. An indescribable horror that reached into the very core of her being.

Scully came too after what must have been a brief blackout and found herself lying back on the floor that she had just risen from. ?Bad, isn?t it?? said her captor, smiling down at her in the manner of a cat that has just cornered a mouse. ?But what?? Scully began to reply, before being cut down once again by pain beyond her worst nightmares.

?Now one of the first things you are going to have to learn is no talking without permission,? Scully?s captor continued. ?Oh, and doing anything other than obeying my orders, instantly and without question, will also send you back to hell. Now, stand up, take off your jacket and drop it on the floor on my side of the bars.?

Sent almost into a state of shock by the fact that her captor apparently somehow had the ability to inflict pain without even touching her, Scully struggled to her feet, removed her jacket and dropped it through the bars as instructed.

?Good girl,? her jailor said, smiling. ?Now, I am going to spend a few minutes telling you what has happened to you and what will happen to you in the future. Every now and then I will also be ordering you to remove certain items of clothing and drop them on top of your jacket. Should you fail to do so promptly or make any attempt to speak or even move, unless it is to remove some clothing, then you get hurt again. And again. Until you learn that there really is no viable alternative to obedience. Is that clear?? Scully nodded dumbly. ?Good, her captor continued, ?then I?ll begin??

Chapter Five

?The reason why disobedience brings such agony is because while you were unconscious we performed a small surgical procedure on you,? Scully?s captor continued. ?You?ve felt a slight itching sensation at the nape of your neck since you work up, haven?t you??

Scully could only nod dumbly in response. ?Well,? Harold went on. ?I?m afraid to tell you that you have been given an implant. Alien technology.?

?Yes, they really do exist,? the bitch trainer laughed, in response to Scully?s involuntary gasp of astonishment at this piece of information. ?You have been fitted with a ?slave? implant, whilst I have a ?master? implant. I have no idea how they work but I do know that a simple thought from me sends you into hell. Now remove your top.?

With Scully?s mind a whirl her captor?s instruction simply failed to register with her and before she knew it she was once again down on her hands and knees moaning in pain. ?Take off your top, slut,? Harold continued in a calm voice. ?Now.?

Scully struggled quickly to her feet and slipped her plain cotton top over her head and dropped it on top of the jacket on the other side of the bars. ?Good girl,? said her abductor, smiling as he took in his latest pet?s perfect tits, encased in a lacy black bra. The psychological profile that he had had prepared on this latest acquisition had indicated that there was a strong possibility that Dana Scully was a latent slut and her choice of underwear was one piece of evidence that appeared to confirm this.

?Now, where was I? Ah yes, your implant. As I said, just a thought from me causes you suffering. A great deal of suffering. And I will think that thought over and over again unless I get obedience. Instant, unquestioning obedience. Nod your head if you understand.?

Despite being partially in shock due to her ordeal Scully still had just about enough of her wits about her to nod dumbly. Alien technology? Had Mulder been right all these years? And, most important of all, why had she been given an implant? What plans did her captors have for her?

Before she could continue with this terrifying train of thought, as though able to read her mind (and perhaps he could!), her abductor then said: ?So, I suppose you?d like to know why you have been taken.? Scully could only nod dumbly once more in response to this.

?Very good indeed,? noted her captor with a smile. ?Well, my pet, you have been abducted not by some lone nut who has left a convenient chain of clues that will lead the FBI right to you, oh no. You have been taken by a very large, well organised group of powerful men who have captured innumerable women in the past and who have gotten away with it every time. We left no clues when we took you and if, by some freak chance, the investigation that your partner Mulder and assistant director Skinner will undoubtedly launch starts getting too close to home, we have the power to destroy FBI computer records, cause evidence to disappear, witnesses to change their stories, and so forth. Rest assured, you are ours for life now.?

As her captor paused for breath Scully allowed the horror of what he had told her to sink in. In her years spent investigating the X files with Mulder she had more than once come across evidence of a conspiracy of men, a government within a government, who were effectively above the law and the dreadful suspicion that it was these men who had arranged for her kidnapping began to gnaw at her.

?And our plans for you are as follows,? Scully?s trainer continued. ?The rich and powerful men who own and control our organisation have little time for such ridiculous concepts as freedom and democracy for all. Many of them enjoy owning female human pets and you, my dear, have been acquired for that very purpose. I hope that you are savouring this conversation we are having - it will be the last time in your life that anyone addresses you as a human being. From this moment on you will be trained to be an obedient bitch puppy, willing and eager to serve its master in any way required. You will not believe it possible now, of course, but your spirit will be completely broken and your personality totally re-modelled. In just a few short weeks you will be a willing slutpet, hungry for your owner?s cock, with all thoughts of escape and disobedience gone from your mind. Now, remove your skirt.?

Once again Scully hesitated, as the utter horror of her situation began, slowly, to sink into her but another short burst of pain soon had her sliding her knee length skirt down to her ankles, revealing to her appreciative audience of one a pair of hold up black stockings and a pair of black lace panties that matched her bra.

Scully?s captor was then silent for a few moments as he drank in the amazing view. Yes, he thought to himself, the psychological profilers were definitely right. Any woman who wore underwear like that but, at the same time, appeared to have no sex life at all, was definitely a repressed slut. And, under his guidance, that horny little beast would soon be coming out to play. Scully stood there before him awkwardly, too scared to move or try to speak. Her captor noted approvingly how well the high heels that she habitually wore matched her now skimpy outfit. She truly was a beauty ? the senior shadow government figure who had ordered her abduction certainly had excellent taste, he thought to himself. ?Now, time to begin teaching this bitch a proper lesson in obedience,? Harold said to himself as he took a step closer to the bars that separated him from his helpless captive?

The Subjugation of Scully

Three things:

1. Obviously I don?t own the rights to the X Files characters, this is pure fanfic, so no commercial reposting please.

2. Similarly, I hope no one reading this thinks it?s alright to really go out there and start kidnapping FBI agents. Let?s keep a fingernail grip on reality please people!

3. This is my first ever attempt at writing fiction, so any feedback (no matter how negative!) will be appreciated. Email me at [email protected] please. And now, on with my tale?

Chapter One

FBI special agent Dana Scully struggled to suppress a yawn as she walked along the hallway towards her apartment. It had just been ?one of those days?; she and her partner, Fox Mulder, had recently been assigned to investigate the disappearance of a number of young women and, although there were a number of unusual aspects to the case (just about enough, indeed, to merit calling the case an X file), Mulder?s repeated assertion that the women in question had undoubtedly been abducted by aliens was unsupported by any evidence whatsoever. Scully had spent yet another fruitless day trying to get her partner to see reason in this case and, as she prepared to enter her apartment, she was struck with a vision of herself forty years into the future, a tired little old lady still pursuing Mulder on his endless series of wild goose chases. ?I?m going to die an old maid,? Scully said to herself, only half jokingly, as she opened the door to her apartment.

Tired and distracted as she was, Scully was taken with almost ridiculous ease. They were waiting for her just inside the door - two men clad completely in black, including black ski masks and black leather gloves. Scully froze for a vital second at the sight of one black-clad intruder standing right before her and then, before she could react, the man stepped forward and drove his fist into her stomach, driving all the air out of her lungs with an audible ?whoosh?. As Scully doubled up in agony the second assailant stepped smartly behind her and covered her mouth and nose with a soft cloth. With her lungs screaming for air Scully acted instinctively and was unable to prevent herself taking a deep breath, meaning that the chloroform on the cloth quickly took effect. Cursing herself for the ease with which she had allowed herself to be abducted, FBI special agent Dana Scully slid rapidly into unconsciousness.

Her captors then worked quickly, fastening her hands behind her back with metal handcuffs and restraining her legs in a similar fashion. Before they then slipped her unconscious body into a large canvas sack the leader of the two-man team took a moment to inspect his latest acquisition, stroking Scully?s flaming red hair back from her face. ?This one?s a real beauty,? he thought to himself. ?I wonder if she?s been acquired to order or if she?s intended for the auction block. I wouldn?t mind buying this one myself? if I could only afford it.? After a discrete cough from his associate, however, the leader of the acquisition team forced his mind back onto his work ? dawdling was a sure way to get noticed and caught. The two men lifted the canvas bag containing the inert form of Dana Scully and began to carry it towards the apartment building?s service staircase. No one had noticed their entry to Scully?s apartment, no one had notice the unobtrusive, unmarked van parked round the back and no one noticed their departure in its with their human cargo. FBI special agent Dana Scully had, to all intents and purposes, simply vanished.

Chapter Two

When she awoke Scully was unable to move for several minutes. An attempt to open her eyes was quickly reversed due to the bright lights of wherever the hell she was and an attempt to sit up was rapidly aborted due to the nausea it brought on and so Scully decided that it would be best to lay where she was for a while, during which time the horror of what had happened to her slowly sank in.

All FBI agents are well schooled in the numerous cases where females have been abducted by men, however, and so, after a few minutes where she remained curled up into a ball with panic washing over her, Scully began to get a hold of herself. The abduction of an FBI agent would inevitably lead to a huge manhunt just as soon as she failed to turn up to work. No abduction, however efficient, could be carried out without leaving any traces at all, she reasoned, and so, Scully tried to convince herself, the authorities would inevitably find and rescue her shortly. All she had to do was survive long enough to be rescued, she reminded herself, and her FBI training meant that she knew exactly what kind of behaviour was required to keep the psychos who had kidnapped her from killing her for as long as possible.

With her initial panic passing, Scully began to assess her immediate predicament. She was lying on her side on a hard but smooth surface. She did not appear to be injured, apart from the nausea, and she appeared to be fully clothed. Slowly she opened her eyes, and saw...

She was in a small windowless room painted completely white. There was only one door in the room and this was so well set into one of the walls that it was very hard to actually make it out. The most interesting feature of the room, however, was the set of vertical bars that divided the side of the room where Scully was from the side where the door was. They appeared to be standard ?jail cell? bars, thick iron bars set about six inches apart with, again, a single padlocked ?door? set in the middle.

Apart from the bars the only item in the room was what appeared to be an animal?s litter tray in one corner of Scully?s side of the room. Crawling over to the tray Scully discovered that it was, indeed, filled with what appeared to be cat litter.

Having completed an initial inspection of her prison, which hadn?t taken long, Scully then began to examine herself. Her gun, badge and cellphone had all vanished but she was still wearing all of the clothes that she had had on when captured, which was a blessing of sorts. Oh, and there was a strange prickling sensation at the nape of her neck. She reached one hand back and felt a small scar. Now, how had that happened? An injury during her abduction perhaps? Scully contemplated shouting for help but soon decided against it. Her captors would be most unlikely to leave her ungagged anywhere where a cry for help would do any good and her FBI training quickly reminded her that her chances of survival would be maximised if she remained non-confrontational and gave her captors no reason to believe that she was not co-operating fully.

With nothing else to do, Scully then knelt down in a corner of the room and waited. The after effects of the chloroform soon wore off and, in spite of her desperate plight, it wasn?t long before boredom actually managed to set in.

Unable to track the passage of time, Scully had no idea how long had passed before anything happened. The first she knew was a sharp click that woke her from a sort of bored daze; this was caused by the door opposite her opening and a man entering Scully?s cell.

The traditional response of an abductee in this situation would have been to jump up and run towards the bars, screaming for help and shouting to be let out but Scully knew better than this. She knew that outbursts of hysteria in front of the kind of madman who would kidnap a women would dramatically increase the chance of her being killed and so she remained where she was; on her knees in a corner of her cell, attempting to appraise the situation as calmly as was possible under the circumstances.

Chapter Three

Harold Sheep loved his job. He had, at one stage, thought that nothing could ever replace the army in his life but the ?profession? that he had found himself practicing once he had got too old for the Marines was actually better than life in the military, he had to admit. How many reluctant young ladies had had the pride and arrogance painstakingly removed from their natures after a course of his obedience training, he thought to himself, as he entered the cell of his latest pupil, 250? No, probably more than 300 by now.

Forcing himself to concentrate on the job at hand, Harold began to appraise the young woman who would, under his instruction, soon be converted into an obedient little bitch. This one was intelligent, because she hadn?t began to scream or shout as soon as he had entered the cell, he observed. Neither was she cowering in terror at the back of the cell, as so many did, but was, rather, appraising him with admiral coolness. So she was also a brave and stubborn one. Harold smiled to himself. Breaking in the intelligent and the independent was what made his job such fun; their ultimate surrender, no matter how inevitable (and it was utterly inevitable), was just so much sweeter than subduing a slut who put up no resistance at all.

And it did no harm that this one was also a beauty. That wonderful mane of copper coloured hair, that alabaster skin, those amazing eyes? Harold shook himself inwardly. It was time to go to work?

Chapter Four

?Don?t say a word, just stand up and approach the bars,? Harold said, approaching the metal ?grill? that separated the room into two. Scully, after just a moment?s hesitation, did so. ?Now take off your jacket and drop it on the floor on my side of the bars.?

In response to this simple instruction Scully made her first mistake. Instead of simply obeying she began to try to engage her captor in conversation. ?Now look, I?? she began but before she could say another word there was? Pain. No, not pain. Agony. No, not even agony, but something beyond what she had ever previously understood about suffering. An indescribable horror that reached into the very core of her being.

Scully came too after what must have been a brief blackout and found herself lying back on the floor that she had just risen from. ?Bad, isn?t it?? said her captor, smiling down at her in the manner of a cat that has just cornered a mouse. ?But what?? Scully began to reply, before being cut down once again by pain beyond her worst nightmares.

?Now one of the first things you are going to have to learn is no talking without permission,? Scully?s captor continued. ?Oh, and doing anything other than obeying my orders, instantly and without question, will also send you back to hell. Now, stand up, take off your jacket and drop it on the floor on my side of the bars.?

Sent almost into a state of shock by the fact that her captor apparently somehow had the ability to inflict pain without even touching her, Scully struggled to her feet, removed her jacket and dropped it through the bars as instructed.

?Good girl,? her jailor said, smiling. ?Now, I am going to spend a few minutes telling you what has happened to you and what will happen to you in the future. Every now and then I will also be ordering you to remove certain items of clothing and drop them on top of your jacket. Should you fail to do so promptly or make any attempt to speak or even move, unless it is to remove some clothing, then you get hurt again. And again. Until you learn that there really is no viable alternative to obedience. Is that clear?? Scully nodded dumbly. ?Good, her captor continued, ?then I?ll begin??

Chapter Five

?The reason why disobedience brings such agony is because while you were unconscious we performed a small surgical procedure on you,? Scully?s captor continued. ?You?ve felt a slight itching sensation at the nape of your neck since you work up, haven?t you??

Scully could only nod dumbly in response. ?Well,? Harold went on. ?I?m afraid to tell you that you have been given an implant. Alien technology.?

?Yes, they really do exist,? the bitch trainer laughed, in response to Scully?s involuntary gasp of astonishment at this piece of information. ?You have been fitted with a ?slave? implant, whilst I have a ?master? implant. I have no idea how they work but I do know that a simple thought from me sends you into hell. Now remove your top.?

With Scully?s mind a whirl her captor?s instruction simply failed to register with her and before she knew it she was once again down on her hands and knees moaning in pain. ?Take off your top, slut,? Harold continued in a calm voice. ?Now.?

Scully struggled quickly to her feet and slipped her plain cotton top over her head and dropped it on top of the jacket on the other side of the bars. ?Good girl,? said her abductor, smiling as he took in his latest pet?s perfect tits, encased in a lacy black bra. The psychological profile that he had had prepared on this latest acquisition had indicated that there was a strong possibility that Dana Scully was a latent slut and her choice of underwear was one piece of evidence that appeared to confirm this.

?Now, where was I? Ah yes, your implant. As I said, just a thought from me causes you suffering. A great deal of suffering. And I will think that thought over and over again unless I get obedience. Instant, unquestioning obedience. Nod your head if you understand.?

Despite being partially in shock due to her ordeal Scully still had just about enough of her wits about her to nod dumbly. Alien technology? Had Mulder been right all these years? And, most important of all, why had she been given an implant? What plans did her captors have for her?

Before she could continue with this terrifying train of thought, as though able to read her mind (and perhaps he could!), her abductor then said: ?So, I suppose you?d like to know why you have been taken.? Scully could only nod dumbly once more in response to this.

?Very good indeed,? noted her captor with a smile. ?Well, my pet, you have been abducted not by some lone nut who has left a convenient chain of clues that will lead the FBI right to you, oh no. You have been taken by a very large, well organised group of powerful men who have captured innumerable women in the past and who have gotten away with it every time. We left no clues when we took you and if, by some freak chance, the investigation that your partner Mulder and assistant director Skinner will undoubtedly launch starts getting too close to home, we have the power to destroy FBI computer records, cause evidence to disappear, witnesses to change their stories, and so forth. Rest assured, you are ours for life now.?

As her captor paused for breath Scully allowed the horror of what he had told her to sink in. In her years spent investigating the X files with Mulder she had more than once come across evidence of a conspiracy of men, a government within a government, who were effectively above the law and the dreadful suspicion that it was these men who had arranged for her kidnapping began to gnaw at her.

?And our plans for you are as follows,? Scully?s trainer continued. ?The rich and powerful men who own and control our organisation have little time for such ridiculous concepts as freedom and democracy for all. Many of them enjoy owning female human pets and you, my dear, have been acquired for that very purpose. I hope that you are savouring this conversation we are having - it will be the last time in your life that anyone addresses you as a human being. From this moment on you will be trained to be an obedient bitch puppy, willing and eager to serve its master in any way required. You will not believe it possible now, of course, but your spirit will be completely broken and your personality totally re-modelled. In just a few short weeks you will be a willing slutpet, hungry for your owner?s cock, with all thoughts of escape and disobedience gone from your mind. Now, remove your skirt.?

Once again Scully hesitated, as the utter horror of her situation began, slowly, to sink into her but another short burst of pain soon had her sliding her knee length skirt down to her ankles, revealing to her appreciative audience of one a pair of hold up black stockings and a pair of black lace panties that matched her bra.

Scully?s captor was then silent for a few moments as he drank in the amazing view. Yes, he thought to himself, the psychological profilers were definitely right. Any woman who wore underwear like that but, at the same time, appeared to have no sex life at all, was definitely a repressed slut. And, under his guidance, that horny little beast would soon be coming out to play. Scully stood there before him awkwardly, too scared to move or try to speak. Her captor noted approvingly how well the high heels that she habitually wore matched her now skimpy outfit. She truly was a beauty ? the senior shadow government figure who had ordered her abduction certainly had excellent taste, he thought to himself. ?Now, time to begin teaching this bitch a proper lesson in obedience,? Harold said to himself as he took a step closer to the bars that separated him from his helpless captive?

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She had desperately wanted to wear her “bathing habit” for this excursion. It was the only convent sanctioned outfit that allowed a nun to show some skin. Typically it was worn when doing “dirty work” outside or on the rare occasion when the nuns went on a field trip to the beach. But for now, the bathing habit wasn't an option. Lilith's gift would have displayed much too prominently in that garment, so Jessica had to suffer and sweat in a full habit for a little while longer. As she did,...

Subjugation of a Siren Pt 2 The Office Party

Minidevilette© 2012 “I’m having a quiet affair at work.” Grant said. “I’ll bet you are,” I answered sarcastically. “Behave,” he admonished. “I’d like you to play hostess for me.” It had been five days since he had demonstrated to me just how ineffectual my defiance was in the face of his determination and I had relived that afternoon over and over in my mind as I waited to be with him again. “Nothing major, just a small business thing at the office on Thursday evening. Few drinks and a...

Subjugation of a Siren Pt 1 The Business Lunch

Minidevilette© 2012 It was supposed to be one of ‘our’ days. Plans had been made, a rendezvous arranged, the countdown of hours dragging by until the appointed time. As I was dressing to be undressed he had called. Something had come up, an important last minute thing with colleagues. A business lunch. Cases hung in the balance and it couldn’t be put off. We’d have to reschedule. I honestly thought I’d be physically ill from anticipation if I had to wait another day to finally crawl under...

Subjugation of a Siren Pt 2 The Office Party

Minidevilette© 2012 “I’m having a quiet affair at work.” Grant said. “I’ll bet you are,” I answered sarcastically. “Behave,” he admonished. “I’d like you to play hostess for me.” It had been five days since he had demonstrated to me just how ineffectual my defiance was in the face of his determination and I had relived that afternoon over and over in my mind as I waited to be with him again. “Nothing major, just a small business thing at the office on Thursday evening. Few drinks and a lot...

Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Chapter 2 The Subjugation Of Father Francis

It was a blazing hot summer day as Jessica trudged down the burning sidewalk, her thick wool habit making the journey much more arduous than it needed to be. That had been the story of her life since joining the Sisters of Guadalupe. It might as well have been the sisterhood's motto. "Harder than it has to be." But not for much longer. Their mission was no longer hers. Jessica was charting a new course and the first stop was a sex shop in downtown Austin. She had desperately wanted to...

Subjugation Chapter 2

................................. Chapter 2 ................................. Located 50 miles from the outskirts of Cheston city, Mandan Powers Solar Plant had a capacity of around 18MW. It comprised 53K solar modules installed on 130 acres of land. However, it produced only 8MW, for which it could be considered highly inefficient. What the world did not know was power was not its actual business. It was merely a cover for a clandestine facility underneath, comprised of seventy...

Subjugation Chapter 3

................................. Chapter 3 ................................. Marston Island was a private island located at three hundred and twenty six nautical miles southeast from the Eastern shores of Newshire. It had covered area of 2412 square miles. Its southern and eastern ends were mountainous. Rest was mostly savannah, with grassland having low- density of pine, oak, and various fruitful trees. A river came from the mountains and connected to a lake somewhat in the center....

Subjugation Chapter 4

................................. Chapter 4 ................................. Girl's moans of pleasure were echoing all across the bedroom. She was fully naked. Under her crotch there was the face of a man much older than her. Moving back and forth, she was rubbing her vagina all over his face. More than his pulled tongue she was utilizing his nose for receiving stimulations. Suddenly, the door opened and Tetsu entered. "What the hell is going on here?" 19-years old Noriko halted...

Subjugation of Olympus

That day has been the same as usual. Went to school, got bullishit, did some work, came home. Tomorrow will be the same as well as every day for the next couple of years. But between each day, there is one delight. Several hours of paradise known as sleep, I thought as I closed my eyes.... ......and woke up in an unknown place. I was sitting on a chair and while their were no noticeable straps I could not move. In front of me sat a man on a chair that seems far more comfortable than mine. He...

Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Chapter 02 The Subjugation Of Father Francis

She had desperately wanted to wear her “bathing habit” for this excursion. It was the only convent sanctioned outfit that allowed a nun to show some skin. Typically it was worn when doing “dirty work” outside or on the rare occasion when the nuns went on a field trip to the beach. But for now, the bathing habit wasn't an option. Lilith's gift would have displayed much too prominently in that garment, so Jessica had to suffer and sweat in a full habit for a little while longer. As she did,...

Latex Futa Nuns From HellChapter 2 The Subjugation of Father Francis

It was a blazing hot summer day as Jessica trudged down the burning sidewalk, her thick wool habit making the journey much more arduous than it needed to be. That had been the story of her life since joining the Sisters of Guadalupe. It might as well have been the sisterhood’s motto. “Harder than it has to be.” But not for much longer. Their mission was no longer hers. Jessica was charting a new course and the first stop was a sex shop in downtown Austin. She had desperately wanted to wear...

Subjugation 3 First Time at Home

It was a little over a month into my husband Howard's new job when Jim called me during the day. "Hey, baby, I'm coming over this afternoon. Howard will be busy on a new project with tough deadlines I just gave him. But before I come, I'll be having some fun at lunch with your extra pussie! Then you and I will have some REAL fun at your house. But I want to go a little further today. I'm going to have Howard call you and have you meet him and me at After Hours Bar this evening, okay? I want you...

Antheas baby 1

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...

Uther

Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...

Carruthers Bride

The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

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Althea

I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

Motherless Images

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I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

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Aether Guardians

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Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...

Thea Chapter Four

When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...

Thea and Sam

“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...

Motherless

Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....

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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

Theo had been changing into the squirrel too much, he knew that now... as a pulse of heat raced through his body from his groin. He realized that he shouldn't have come to the office.He had been spending most of his days at the squirrel in his home deep in the countryside. Teleworking most of the time, as the squirrel he felt no need for clothes, his heavy furred balls resting between his thighs as his paws raced over the keyboard. The sharp claws on his paws clattering loudly as he typed,...

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Motherless Scat

It’s time to go to the land of chocolate fountains and golden showers. That’s right. Scat, piss, shit, and every fluid in between. Ever fuck a chick in her ass and freak out when you see that little bit of shit on your dick? Then I’m sorry to say that scat isn’t for you buddy. Were you the only one of your friends that saw two girls one cup and didn’t get grossed out? If so, it’s time to celebrate it! Don’t get pissed off, get pissed on! Scat porn has the craziest, kinkiest chicks and dudes...

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Motherless Fappening

I’m not saying anything controversial when I say men love seeing women naked. It’s a fact of life as fundamental as gravity. It’s a force of nature that cannot be stopped by beast, man, or God. It’s an eternal truth and a divine mandate. As sure as the sun will rise, men will attempt to view as many women naked as they possibly can. Any man not doing so is either a sad or a gay one.This means that any woman a man sees regularly is mentally stripped down during every interaction. If any women...

Absinthe Dreams

‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...

Motherless Arab

Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...

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Motherless Facials

Fuck yeah, life’s a bitch! So here I am, awake at 3:45 AM, after dreaming I was fucking this freaking hot MILF neighbor with heavy boobs, a flat tummy, a nice bubble butt, and sexy long legs. It was all hot and steamy, up until when she was sucking me off and just as I was about to obliterate her cute face with hot cum canon, my dream cut right off and I woke up with a tent on my pajamas.That dream ain’t coming back, but damn it! I sure gotta cum, so I boot up my laptop and type “cum facial” in...

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Thea

Und draußen schallte wieder Punkmusik aus dem Ghettoblaster – von der Eisenbahnunterführung bis zu seinem Haus! Punks und Skater hingen da ab. Das war diese Art von Jugendlichen, die ihren Eltern das Leben schwer macht , die von Arbeit nichts hielten, sich an keine Regeln hielten, ständig auf Party machten. Die soffen viel zu viel und kotzten dann in irgendeine Ecke. Denen bedeutete doch nichts und niemand etwas. Wahrscheinlich nahmen sie auch Drogen und trieben weiß-Gott-was mit...

Motherless Fetish

Motherless is the mother of all porn sites. Motherless has no conscience or moral guide. Motherless will show you the stuff that all other porn sites are afraid to put up. Motherless will do this for free. This is seriously one of the nastiest and raunchiest sites out there and Motherless/Fetish is perhaps one of the dirtiest places on the web that are well within reach. Sure you can scan the dark web and find something even more naughty or puzzlingly gross, but why do that when you’ve got...

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

Absinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...

Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2

After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...

ETHELS DISCOMFORT 4

Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...

ETHELS DISCOMFORT 3

kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...

Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

Thelma and me Summer of 65 part 1

Thelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...

ETHELS DISCOMFORT 2

Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...

Ethel

Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...

Ethel 1921

Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...

Katherines Style

Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...

Gunther The Reindeer Handler Does Candy Claus

Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...

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Absinthe Seduction

from my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...

EstherChapter 3

When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...

EstherChapter 2

“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...

Theresas Deportment

"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...

Esther III

Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...

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