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Introduction: Jessica finds out that she is to be this years Turkey-Girl unless she can find a replacement and fast!. Jessicas Thanksgiving Feast Story: #35 Copyright 2005 Written: December 14 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Jessica came down from her room on Thanksgiving morning not bothering to dress since nudity was common in her house,...
Introduction: Jessica a 17 year old girl has just recived her NFC State Meat Lottery Notice and must begin preperations to turn her meat over to her states monthly Girl-Meat Barbeque. Jessicas Number Story: #5 Copyright 2004 Written: December 15 2004 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed By: Ay-Wun Please send any comments about this story to([email protected]) ********************************************************************* Part 3 of 4 – Jessicas Number The day started like any other, Jessica,...
Introduction: A strange turn of event\s gives Jessica the chance to use the Jessica 3000 in more ways then one. Jessicas Capture Story: #18 Copyright 2005 Written: January 23 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 4 – Is turn about really fair play? As they enter the room Steve pushes Jessica forward Jessica meet Jessica 3000 he said...
Introduction: Jessica and Sara have excaped from Jerrys meat-girl processing plant, will thay be caught?, and if so will they be allowed to live? or slaughtered as an example to others?, have to read to find out. Jessicas Capture Story: #23 Copyright 2005 Written: January 30 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 9 – The Great Escape Three...
Introduction: The new arivals are here Jessica and Jerry must sort though them and tag them to be slaughtered or spitted. Jessicas Capture Story: #21 Copyright 2005 Written: January 28 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 7 – New Arrivals Two large tractor trailers back into the processing plants loading dock as guards take their positions...
Introduction: Jessica and Sara are caught and will slaughtered along with thier sisters Molly and Susan, This is the end of this story series, I hope you have all liked it. Jessicas Capture Story: #24 Copyright 2005 Written: February 03 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 10 – Finish off A Traitor The trailer pulled up to the gate of the...
Introduction: Jessica is back for round two. *Ding, Ding, Ding* (Couldent resist LOL). Jessicas Fantasy Roast Story: #28 Copyright 2005 Written: March 26 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 3 – Jessicas Back Still sitting there on the floor staring in to Genes eyes Jessica began to speak I know this is difficult for you to understand...
Introduction: Now Jessica is on the job useing the Jessica 3000 to spit one girl after another, and getting paid for it, how cool is that?, and a slave girl too!!, but will it last?. Jessicas Capture Story: #19 Copyright 2005 Written: January 24 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 5 – Jessicas on the job Following her down the hall, Jerry...
Introduction: Its Slaughter time!! Jessica and Jerry proceed with her training, she will learn to slaughter two very mouthy bitches, who love to fight. Jessicas Capture Story: #20 Copyright 2005 Written: January 26 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 6 – The Slaughter House The next day Jessica and Jerry met up and headed for the...
Introduction: While following a lost, scared kitten 18 year old Jessica has found her self captured, Why?, I cant tell you!, Read it!. Jessicas Capture Story: #15 Copyright 2005 Written: January 20 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 1 – Jessicas Capture We start here in the bedroom of Jessica A young girl who just recently turned 18...
Introduction: Christmas is here and the awaited sequal to the thanksgiving feast is upon us, will Jessica meat her spit lover or will she escape her fate once again!. Jessicas Christmas Feast The Sequel Story: #36 Copyright 2005 Written: December 25 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Jessica sat at the kitchen table bits of girl bacon left...
Introduction: Round 3 is here, and Gene has decided Jessica will dance on air. Jessicas Fantasy Roast Story: #29 Copyright 2005 Written: March 29 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 4 – Round 3 After the lights dimmed from Jessicas eyes Gene began the process of butchering the her body into easy to cook cuts of meat all the while thinking...
Introduction: Jessica is roasted just like she always wanted with a supprise twist in the end. Jessicas Fantasy Roast Story: #27 Copyright 2005 Written: February 27 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 2 – The Roasting Jessica awoke the next morning to the smell of hickory barbeque coal cooking in the backyard letting her nose follow the...
Introduction: Meet the Spartan 5000, a new meat-girl slaughter and buchering machine that make the whole slaughter process easyer. Jessicas Capture Story: #22 Copyright 2005 Written: January 29 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 8 – Meet The Spartan 5000 After leaving Jerry for the night Jessica entered her room it was time to have a...
Introduction: Jessica meets a cannibal over the internet who agrees to take her fantasy to new levels. Jessicas Fantasy Roast Story: #26 Copyright 2005 Written: February 22 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 1 – The Meeting Jessica was not sure what to make of her encounter with the strange old woman during her jungle vacation, Jessica...
Introduction: After being captured Jessica finaly finds out why she and so many other girls have been taken by these strange men, Auction?. Jessicas Capture Story: #16 Copyright 2005 Written: January 21 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 2 – Preparing for Auction Jessica read the sign above the door RECIEVING, turn and tried to run as...
Introduction: Jessica and her four new friends are all auctioned off and sent to slaughter while Jessica gets to meet The Jessica 3000. Jessicas Capture Story: #17 Copyright 2005 Written: January 22 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Part 3 – The Auction Walking down the hall into a large room with a large tank and sets of stairs leading into...
Introduction: The end of the Gender war broght death and devistation, farm animals nearly extinct new meat had to be found. The National Female Culling Act was created to farm women as the new food sorce. Jessicas Number Story: #3 Copyright 2004 Written: December 13 2004 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed By: Ay-Wun Please send any comments about this story to([email protected]) ********************************************************************* Part 1 of 4 – National Female Culling The year is...
Introduction: 10 years after the Gender War came the National Femal Culling Agency or NFC for short with this agency all women were forced to register for the National and state meat lotery and wait for there number to be called. Jessicas Number Story: #4 Copyright 2004 Written: December 14 2004 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed By: Ay-Wun Please send any comments about this story to([email protected]) ********************************************************************* Part 2 of 4 – 10 Years...
Jessica’s Excitement in Paradise It had been 2 weeks since Jessica and her parents had checked into the luxury hotel isolated on an island in the South Pacific. Initially it had been exiting seeing the glassy blue water, lush green rainforest and white gold sands and exploring the hotel. But as it stood now she was bored. They were amongst only a few guests staying at the hotel with it being a new eco-resort it was yet to be put on the map and could currently only house four or five parties in...
That said, she capitulated and lay back on her bed as she waited for him to approach. Jerry, Nick, Sam, Ashlee, Jessica and Mike were all home on Spring Break from college. She dreamed of this day for so long. Mike was Sam’s brother. Sam was Nick’s girlfriend. Mike was not as handsome as Jessica’s brother Nick, but she was not interested in his looks. She wanted him inside her now. Jerry, her current boy friend, was long wide and thick, but Mike was bigger. At least that was what Sam said....
He often watched Jessica from his study window. She frequently worked in her garden on summer afternoons while he sat and typed away at his keyboard, stopping to look over and watch her. He knew she couldn’t see him behind his blinds and enjoyed the sight of her beautiful and peaceful form in the garden behind his house. Today was the first day this year Mike had seen her, the long Midwest winter was over and she was wandering around her garden, picking at some leaves on her bushes and shrubs,...
The ringing of a virtual alarm clock jolted the bedroom's three occupants awake. "Good morning, Private Wilson," came the calm voice of the AI. "It is oh-six-hundred hours ship's time. You have one hour to prepare yourself, your concubines and dependants, and get yourselves to the mess room. It is recommended that you consume breakfast in the ship's mess with your fellow sponsors. The mess room will be open for breakfast from oh-six-thirty." "Very well," Dave sleepily advised the...
Most of the weekdays passed easily. I had not realized how much I needed to build up my reserve energy. After three days of doing nothing more than showing the two vacant apartments, I felt as good as I had in years. Not better, but I was back at my highest level of energy. In those three days I had also established a routine that I enjoyed. Every one of those three mornings, I dressed like an Eskimo, started Gus's bike, then rode to breakfast at the local Hardee's. On the morning after...
A SIMPLE ROUTINE by Throne Al Devonshire had a simple routine for indulging his crossdressing desires. His job often sent him to other cities. Sometimes he even volunteered for those assignments. They weren't difficult, just contract reviews that required a personal touch to reassure the wealthy clients that they were being taken care of. Being away from his home in the Midwest, and his wife Debbie, was perfect for his needs. His spouse was gorgeous but he certainly didn't want...
A Tale of Submission By LindaK Day Five - A Change in Routine Note to readers - this is Chapter Four. As you will soon find out, not all is as it seems for our submissive and she is becoming confused. Confused about time, about her identity, about her sexual desires. I hope you enjoy the read. ....Snippets of conversations, memories of his family (HIS family?), images flashing before her eyes and disappearing like scenes from a lighting storm. One moment he (she?) could...
All characters age is over 18Routines, who says they are boringIts 7:30 Saturday morning and I'm in my recliner sipping my morning coffee. I've been up about an hour. Long enough to do my morning things of getting showered and shaved. Had a small bite of breakfast. Now I can relax with my morning coffee, anticipating the coming day. Without really watching it I have Kali's favorite cartoon program on the TV.Upstairs on the second floor I hear the shower shut off and a few minutes later the...
“We’re here, ma’am.” The taxi driver said, as he stopped in front of Ms. Brendan’s house. Donna peeked out of the window to the large mansion. She was nervous for what was about to happen: her first whole weekend out with Ms. Brendan. “Hi dear, you’re right on time!” Ms. Brendan smiled at her as she was carrying a small suitcase to the big limousine parked in front of her house. Two other woman were also busy packing, one of them of course being the driver. “Why so many suitcases?” Donna...
Chapter 7 – Everyday Routine I had daily routines that I was starting to follow. Or at least certain things I would expect on different days of the week. Part of my routine was being monitored by Mr. Savage in every way, some days more closely than others. He would weigh me, measure me, and control what I ate. He had an exercise regimen for me. I felt fitter and healthier than I ever had. My skin was healthy, my hair shone. He cared for my nails. He accompanied me to the hairdresser. My...
Breaking the Routine by Tgaby Saturday Prologue It was a cold and blustery November day when Maya finally found the nameless little store on 75th street. There was nothing on the front to indicate that it was a store at all, but she knew this was the place the moment she saw it. She'd heard rumors of its existence through the wives' grapevine, usually mentioned in hushed tones as having helped with couples therapy in a peculiar way. Nobody she had asked would give her any details...
Alice’s parents had always insisted that these harsh drills and routines were necessary for the children’s character building, but as Alice helped matron to administer them she developed a real passion for inflicting them. Since inheriting St Saviour’s, Alice Marchant has introduced many new and even more sadistic routines, that now attract many wealthy patrons who pay to watch and participate in there enforcement. It has only been a week since their arrival, but the children are...
Copyright © 2003 This is an original work and as such is protected under the copyright laws of the United States. Please do not duplicate, copy, print, distribute or exchange this piece without the expressed written permission of the author. I was two glasses of wine into a bottle of crisp, dry cabernet when I spotted her trying hard not to look at me. It was one of those glances that shift way immediately, only to come right back again. By then she realized that she had been caught...
??????????? ?Get up slave!???????????? Kali woke with a start. Realizing she had slept through her master?s alarm she began to panic. She jumped up out of bed before getting her bearings and was roughly pulled back down by the restraints around her neck and wrists to land hard on the fresh bruises that crisscrossed her back. She was completely sightless due to the black satin blindfold over her eyes. Her master laughed that wonderfully musical laugh that always brought a smile to her...
Routine is a great thing. I'm serious. It seemed like the past four years, since moving to Bloomington, our whole clan had been moving from one emergency to another. It might make for exciting reading, but I was getting pretty tired of it. I was nearly 23 years old and I had responsibilities. I had a business to manage. I had a community to care for. I had my cónyuge. And I had my children. For the most part, I just wanted to sit at home and play with the babies. I often went to Casa del...
Over the last few years, we'd unconsciously fallen into a routine. We married young and were quite sexually inexperienced. My wife was my first sexual partner and I was her second. During our courtship and engagement we learnt, one might say, quite quickly. Many places and positions were thoroughly exploited! However, the speedy arrival of two children, the first of whom was born ten months after we married, and the necessity to earn a living gradually took over our lives. We were still very...
Straight SexSynopsis: Mistress Dyvia meets Bill, but goes out with Yavette to exercise. Disclaimer: This story involves aspects of BDSM, feminization, and strong language. If these offend you, please don't read any further. If it is illegal where you are to read this, either don't read it, or go somewhere that it is legal. Do not post Feedback is always welcome For the subs and slaves out there: Rules for the night: You are the property of Mistress Dyvia for the duration of this...
Author's note: This chapter took a little longer, as I keep getting distracted by wanting to jump ahead and write some of the fun smutty bits that happen later on in Jamie's misadventures. Hopefully that means those bits get finished faster when we get around to them, but knowing my luck, probably not. Thanks to everyone who's reading and enjoying this, hopefully this is up to the standards of the rest. ----------------------------------------------- I woke the next morning,...
After three years of dating and two years of marriage the sex had started to slow down. One sexless week would turn into two. When my wife asked about it I let it slip that I thought sex had become routine. It may have been a mistake but as it turned out honesty was the best policy.That evening I was mortified when I overheard her telling her older sister what I said. Her sister was a new age feminist wanna be psychologist. I just knew this could lead to no good. I heard my wife nervously...
Wife Lovers“ Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex, Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.” Walt Whitman – A Woman Waits For Me I’m always reaching out for some kind of foothold to what might lead to eventually a complete aesthetic erotic experience – the kind I found in my younger days when sex was somehow a brave new world and more trepid in the imagining of its possibilities .When I can feel the moths in my craw attempting mutiny,...
FetishRiko has been in the realm of the once thought to be mythical creatures known as kitsune. At first, she thought it was all a crazy vivid dream, but after a year of living among them, she grew accustomed to their world. Now, the idea of fox ears and tail on an individual passing by is as natural as breathing.And there is one kitsune, in particular, she has been keeping a curious eye on. Being a guest in the royal palace of this village, she is getting close with all the personnel. But, there is...
Supernatural"I can’t believe I still live at home with my parents!" she sighed. She quietly locked her bedroom door, and found herself lying on her bed in the darkened bedroom. This was her favorite part of the day, being alone, in her bed, at night. She reached over to her nightstand and retrieved a small silkened pouch and her mini tablet. Kayla took a deep breath and sighed as her body relaxed. She was in her favorite sheer nightgown and it was now time for her nightly routine. Kayla swiped the...
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I come out of our toilet and see her getting ready for work in her panties and bra. She puts on makeup in between drying her hair a little at a time under the ceiling fan, trying not to get too hot. As she leans forward to look into the mirror, I see the ample cleavage showing above her sexy bra. The slight arch in her back makes her butt jut out, her skimpy panties daring me to touch it. I come up behind her. “Good morning,’ she says. ‘ Sorry I woke you. I...
You wake up to your alarm clock as you do every morning. You stretch and yawn as you get out of bed. You stuff your morning wood down your underwear and put on some shorts to hide the bulge. You walk down the hall to the bathroom you share with your brother and sister. The door is closed and you hear moaning sounds from the bathroom.
IncestRubbing the sleep from my eyes, I come out of our toilet and see her getting ready for work in her panties and bra. She puts on makeup in between drying her hair a little at a time under the ceiling fan, trying not to get too hot. As she leans forward to look into the mirror, I see the ample cleavage showing above her sexy bra. The slight arch in her back makes her butt jut out, her skimpy panties daring me to touch it. I come up behind her. “Good morning," she says. " Sorry I woke you. I have...
Quickie SexMaster Dean said a better way for people to get to know more about his "personal little circus freak" would be for me to write a little about my basic typical day,So I wake with the alarm and the mister that Dean's mom hooked up. frrezez my tits off a shoocks the shit out of me but I think that was the point.I pee, shower, prepare my pussy and don one of my mini shifts with random holes cut in them to show my tasty bits and deter any thoughts of outside.I crawl up the stairs (I'm not really...
I open my eyes and turn my head towards the alarm clock on the nightstand. The numbers 7:05 are burning into my brain in the familiar annoying red colour, taunting me to get up and get ready for another day. I sigh and rub my eyes. Not wanting to give into the daily struggle just yet, I roll to my side. I bump my naked body into yours and look at you, lying on your stomach, still lost in the world of sweet colourful dreams. The white sheet draped over the smooth curve of your bum. The early...
Quickie SexI open my eyes and turn my head towards the alarm clock on the nightstand. The numbers 7:05 are burning into my brain in the familiar annoying red colour, taunting me to get up and get ready for another day. I sigh and rub my eyes. Not wanting to give into the daily struggle just yet, I roll to my side. I bump my naked body into yours and look at you, lying on your stomach, still lost in the world of sweet colourful dreams. The white sheet draped over the smooth curve of your bum. The early...
It seems like it was only last week that we were normal. I can remember telling her about my desire to see her with another man; a black man. The fear was overwhelming I trembled at the thought. At first she did not know how to take it. She doubted herself, she doubted me. But here we are playing our new found game; and she loves it. It’s like she gets to be twenty one again but with the security of a married woman. I help her get ready for the evening. It’s tender like a married date “what do...
This is another Real Life chronicle of my lifestyle choice as a live-in slave to Mistress. I have written this particular description at the request of a number of people who believe that my depiction of the special day I shared with Mistress (Slave Georgina’s Date) would be made all the more exceptional when read against the background and knowledge of what is my everyday life. I would give advance warning that this entry is not particularly erotic but is merely a description of my daily...
After three years of dating and two years of marriage the sex had started to slow down. One sexless week would turn into two. When my wife asked about it I let it slip that I thought sex had become routine. It may have been a mistake but as it turned out honesty was the best policy. That evening I was mortified when I overheard her telling her older sister what I said. Her sister was a new age feminist wanna be psychologist. I just knew this could lead to no good. I heard my wife nervously...
Mourning Routine She ran her tongue along the smooth skin as she stroked him. Her mouth pulled as she sucked her way up and then back down his length. Her mouth drew him deep and then deeper still into her. On her knees before him, she performed the task designed to please. Little drips of spit ran along him as she sucked on his member. Plopping noises as she drew back the large head coming free from her suction, she drew her tongue along the length and watched him shudder and look at her...
Over the last few years, we’d unconsciously fallen into a routine. We married young and were quite sexually inexperienced. My wife was my first sexual partner and I was her second. During our courtship and engagement we learnt, one might say, quite quickly. Many places and positions were thoroughly exploited! However, the speedy arrival of two children, the first of whom was born ten months after we married, and the necessity to earn a living gradually took over our lives. We were still very...
I was addicted. The first thing id think about when i woke up was talking to him. I was torn. I wanted to stop but i just kept doing it. It became a daily routine. Id get the school run done as quick as i could in the morning, see my husband off to work before swiftly prettying myself and making a bee line for the laptop and hed always be waiting for me when i signed in. The night before he had me lay in the road with my knickers down at 3am and finger myself while he wached on camera. It was...
I have lived alone since my wife of thirty years died two years ago. I ramble around in this big house lost in thought. Several months ago a nice family moved into the house next door. We wave at each other and say hi but not much else. I was sitting in my favorite recliner reading a mystery novel and I dozed off. I woke after dark which is no big deal for a man living alone. Time is relative. I noticed movement in the window of my neighbor’s house. I looked into the window and my neighbor’s...
VoyeurThis story is a pigment of my imagination and does not resemble anyone. This sex story involves intimacy, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Spanks, Love, Masturbation, Rough, Deepthroat, BDSM, Slavery For feedback and queries contact me at This is a story of a rich man, John. He has one of the fittest body. He measures nearly a good 9 inches long and also, is real think. Let me introduce you to the three main characters. Three “maids” a.k.a Sex slaves namely Neha, Pooja and Ramya. They all have signed a...
The days settled into a routine. They got up around 8am without bothering to dress (the house and grounds were secluded) and after showering they had breakfast before starting a day’s work on the house. Mark had invited Tim to help him with the house for a week in early July. Both their wives were busy working back in blighty, not being able to get the time off. The house in France needed a lot of work and it was Mark and Ginny’s little ‘fixer up’. They both came to enjoy these little working...
Mourning RoutineShe ran her tongue along the smooth skin as she stroked him. Her mouth pulled as she sucked her way up and then back down his length. Her mouth drew him deep and then deeper still into her. On her knees before him, she performed the task designed to please. Little drips of spit ran along him as she sucked on his member. Plopping noises as she drew back the large head coming free from her suction, she drew her tongue along the length and watched him shudder and look at her before...
Quickie SexBefore I even realized it, we had fallen into a pattern of visits to the sisters’ salon. On a weekly basis, I was having my hair set, my nails done, and my make-up applied expertly by some combination of Kim and/or Kristie. Often one would do the work while the other recorded the proceedings on video or with a digital still camera. Several of the photos made their way onto the mirrors of the salon’s stations. The upshot of this development was that the curiosity of other (female) patrons of the...
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