The Missing LinkChapter 2 Liza
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The taxi crept along the tree lined street. On either side were mansions, one bigger than the other. “Nice place,” said the driver. “Mm, I guess it is.” “Do you live here?” “I used too, a long time ago.” “Must be nice to be rich,” I heard the sarcasm in his voice but ignored it. There it was, my parents gleaming white house. Three stories with a tiled roof. Balconies on every floor, and a garden that took two days to water. Behind it was a large swimming pool, with a pool house and guest rooms....
TabooLiza came back home from the hostel after the school is closed after the final exam. She got a great relief and was just running around the rooms to familiarize herself with the new atmosphere. Her parents left for work and her mother told her that her breakfast and lunch is kept on the dining table and she has to help herself.Liza has to take bath leisurely and take her breakfast. She was just 18 and possessed very well formed body. She was beautiful and she was not able to apply make up when...
Debra and I had been dating for about three months when she started staying over on the weekends. Her daughter Liza’s had just began summer break from school and the three of us were spending most of our free time at the lake. Lisa was 14 with short blond hair and the most amazing green eyes. She had the figure of a centerfold and she knew how to catch a man’s eye. Like most young teens her sexual curiosity was becoming very intense. She would stand in front of the mirror for hours striking...
Hi ye kamukta story hai meri , mera naam liza hai or me housewife hu.Mere pati bahut hi shareef hai wo kisi k fate me taang nahi adaate .Ek baar ki baat hai me shopping krne market gayi hur thi or ghar pe mere pati k sath unke bade bhai aaye hue the . Meri nayi shadi hue thi or me unse kabhi mili nahi thi so me jese hi ghar pahuchi mere pati ne unse introduce kraya . Wo kisi company k ceo the or kaafi paise wale dikhte the .Mene unse namastey kiya to unhone me samne hand shake k liye hath...
LIZA – STORY OF A SEX SLAVECh.1. THE SCENE IS SET:My name is Liza and I am a sex slave, I am nineteen years old and I have been with the Master for two years. It is actually a very good life style once one comes to terms with the Master’s exacting predilections. I am the newest recruit to the Master’s stable, he has two other girls and we all live in a big house within a high walled park.I come from a mining village, and left school at twelve years of age to go and work as a bal maiden at the...
It was a warm Friday night, and I was keen to go out and party. I had just completed a stint for my country in a land that was a God-forsaken shit-hole. The only woman I had seen were covered in their khimars, hijabs, jilbabs and abayas. Fuck at least in other countries there would have been some whores. I knew of a few guys in the unit that had forced themselves on a few of the locals, but I didn't want to pursue that route. So like most of the rest I lay in our barracks beating off to digital...
History Humour. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Mr D’arcy how delightful!” Mrs Bennet simpered as her new neighbour arrived on horseback quite unannounced one spring morning. “Indeed Madam the pleasure is all mine!” Mr D’arcy replied airily, “Tis a pleasant enough little place you have here, quite like my lodging at Manderly but somewhat smaller I fear.” “Oh Mr D’arcy you are too kind,”...
History Humour. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Mr D’arcy how delightful!” Mrs Bennet simpered as her new neighbour arrived on horseback quite unannounced one spring morning. “Indeed Madam the pleasure is all mine!” Mr D’arcy replied airily, “Tis a pleasant enough little place you have here, quite like my lodging at Manderly but somewhat smaller I fear.” “Oh Mr D’arcy you are too kind,” Mrs...
History Humour. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Mr D’arcy how delightful!” Mrs Bennet simpered as her new neighbour arrived on horseback quite unannounced one spring morning. “Indeed Madam the pleasure is all mine!” Mr D’arcy replied airily, “Tis a pleasant enough little place you have here, quite like my lodging at Manderly but somewhat smaller I fear.” “Oh Mr D’arcy you are too kind,” Mrs...
“Mr D’arcy how delightful!” Mrs Bennet simpered as her new neighbour arrived on horseback quite unannounced one spring morning. “Indeed Madam the pleasure is all mine!” Mr D’arcy replied airily, “Tis a pleasant enough little place you have here, quite like my lodging at Manderly but somewhat smaller I fear.” “Oh Mr D’arcy you are too kind,” Mrs Bennet smiled through gritted teeth, “Come you must meet my girls,” she added, seeing an opportunity to marry one off, and called upon them to come...
It all started last fall...I was at my Kory's house getting ready to practice some songs we just wrote, when his sister, Marie, walked in the room. God, she was so hot-and she new it. She was about 5'5, nice curves, , and a hot ass. I never even wanted to know if she'd been fucked before. Even though we've talked a little before, we never got very close. Kory had left the room for a minute, while Marie stayed. I was just tuning my guitar, when she came over and sat by me. She was smiling;...
EroticThis continues the efforts by 24-year-old Miss Bentner to have disciplinary control over 36-year-old Elizabeth, as she already had control over Elizabeth’s 17-year-old daughter, Emma. The discipline came first. Now though comes the manipulation of both mum and daughter to ensure both submit to her: Miss Bentner looked at the two bottoms still bent across the table. She knew Emma will be wet with anticipation for her ‘afters,’ finger and tongue sex. It happened regularly after she spanked the...
SpankingElizabeth Carson walked back up her path enjoying thestinging feeling across her bottom, ready to go to her bedroom and masturbate. She unlocked her front door and walked in to her house. She stopped short when she saw 24-year-old Miss Bentner was already in the hallway with Emma, Elizabeth’s 17-year-old daughter. Miss Bentner didn’t look like a teacher today. She wasn’t in school so that was Ok. Today she wore a tight fitting vest top that showed off her full breasts and firm arms. Her hair...
SpankingWitch Chronicles 002: Elizabeth's story: Elizabeth by JRD Author's Note: Here's the second part of the Witch Chronicles. The installments of this story line are republished under the heading "Witch Chronicles". Here are their original titles: WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn WITCH CHRONICLES 004 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 1 WITCH CHRONICLES 005 - I Was a Teenage...
Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom called Euthanasia, there lived a beautiful peasant girl named Sadsorrowe. The village folk of Euthanasia adored her and would often visit her in her home deep in the woods. Even though, she lived in a tiny wooden hut, she decorated it with sweet-smelling wildflowers that she would gather every morning. Though her home is deep in the heart of the woods, village folk would visit her every single day lavishing her with pastries and cakes they had baked....
NOTE: Feel free to add alternative routes - first story of mine and may not be continued. Or if you enjoyed, like up the routes you want continued and I may do so. Amelia "Millie" Satra was an office bombshell of a woman. Currently in her late 20's Millie was always the center of attention at her workplace. She had long, voluminous brown hair, curvy thighs, excellent legs and breasts which were so perfectly shaped you'd think they were fake (but completely natural). She worked as the Personal...
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Amelia's husband had recently been made redundant and they were struggling to make ends meet, so when Amelia saw an ad in the local newspaper for the post of an assistant at a small flower growing farm she decided to apply. She had always loved growing stuff and had natural green fingers that enabled her to grow almost anything. She was offered an interview for the following day and so she got up extra early and attired herself in her best summer dress ready to meet the owner of the...
Cuckold"You go to Croweville?" I asked the bus driver. "Sure do, we'll be there about 2:15. In the a.m.," the driver said pointedly. "Thanks," I said, my eyes adjusting from the buglight glare of the terminal to the dark interior of the coach. I scanned up and down but every pair of seats had at least one taken, most by dozing older folks or wary-looking migrant workers. There was a somewhat chubby girl about my age, 23 or so, with pulled-back brown hair and a spaghetti-strap purple blouse,...
Medway High School, Arva 9:25, Tuesday morning, February 20, 1979 “Hey guys!” Samantha called out as she rounded the corner and saw Paul, Cathy and me beside the cart with Cathy’s drums stacked upon it. “Whatcha doing?” “My dad has our small trailer out front and he’s going to bring my drums home with him tonight,” Cathy said as she picked up her drum throne. “Why are you here this early?” Paul asked the petite redheaded girl as she waited for us to push the cart along past her. “I...
Elizabeth embraced our night together like it would surely be our last. She said she believed me when I told her that Tuck had endorsed our sleeping together. She was concerned that he wouldn't remember asking me to fuck the bitchiness out of his wife when he woke up the next morning. It was after two-thirty when I climbed in bed with her, and I dare say it was after three when I went to sleep. Elizabeth let me sleep until eight-thirty before I woke to find her sucking my cock. "I still...
Daisy didn’t have to work, but was bored sitting at home every day. It might have been different if we had children, but we didn’t. After some research she decided on a career selling real estate. She completed the 75-hour licensing course and passed the exam in just a month. The real estate trade was flourishing in Suffolk County so she found a position with a nearby firm easily. I bought her a new Toyota SUV as a present once she had earned her license, knowing that she would have to...
Driving Miss Jones. She wore a little yellow dress, so short that it barely reached her stocking tops. Her long blonde hair needed combing. She looked like she was half asleep, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an hour late, we said six thirty but she tottered down the long flight of stone steps towards the car just before seven. "You're late," I said brusquely, and paused insolently before I added, "Madam." "You can cut out the funnies Henderson," she said,...
Rowena was tired. Rowena was always tired. She was tired when she went to bed, tired when she woke up, tired all day long. She took a last look round the room she had just finished preparing, noting the main items. ‘Bed. Quite an adequate desk – it was the one dad gave me for my eighteenth birthday. Good swivel chair. Armchair, wardrobe, dressing table, bright curtains and a rug, gas fire. Yes, it should be all right.’ She sighed wearily. ‘Wish I’d never volunteered,’ she muttered to herself....
Mr. Oldham and Suzanne were surprised when I stayed at home on Wednesday night. "I wish I had known you were going to be here. I would have planned something special," Suzanne commented. "You do plan on having Thanksgiving dinner with us, don't you?" "Yes, Aunt Suzanne," I said, catching her off guard. "John, he's reminding me that I'm not his real mother again," she said, good-naturedly. We had a big Thanksgiving meal, just the three of us. Suzanne and Mr. Oldham talked about...
This story is fiction; although the placenames used in this story do exist; the events described in this story never actually occurred. Any resemblance to anyone anywhere (except to Michele who is actually me) is coincidental. The story contains explicit sex and violence, and explores themes involving transvestism and non-consensual sex. If any of these themes disturb you then please do not proceed. Feedback and constructive criticism is always welcome. xxx Michele...
As usual these are stories and the belief in the truth is up to the reader. These are in first person and UN Edited. They are all also copyrighted to the writer and not to be changed without the writer's written permission. I was in the third day of a 5 day leave, and had just tumbled into my cot drunk as hell with all the rice wine we had been drinking at Chung's village. I dozed off into a drunken haze about dawn and was asleep when someone started knocking or should I say pounding on my...
I was laying half asleep in my hooch nursing a major hangover from the homemade rice wine my yards had snuck in to celebrate with. We had been told to stand down for a week to have a little R&R and relax from our last mission. My second, Carlos had went to Saigon for five days, but I tried to stay away from there and usually hung around the base getting caught up on laundry and letter writing and this type of thing. Besides it gave me time to nurse my hangover and get together with our...
I was sitting in the Captains office wondering why I had been called in on the third day of my 30 day R&R. I had spent the previous three days with the yards in their village getting drunk and telling tall tales to my men. Even after walking back the two miles I was still about half drunk and slightly nauseated from the native food I remembered eating last night. I remembered eating some kind of live wiggling larvae that tasted like walnuts from home and my men had all laughed at me...
>>>>>> I first met Daisy while a graduate student in college. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that she met me as she was the dominant driving force through most of our relationship. You see, I was a nerd, still am for that matter. I wasn’t ugly or fat, or even a sloppy, smelly person. I was tall at six feet three inches and thin as a rail at 165 pounds. I still have a full head of light brown hair at thirty-eight, but I have filled out a bit, the result of sitting on my...
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A little while ago I received a phone call off my boss saying that my car had been hired for a weekend. This means I'm driving what normally turns out to be some rich k**s about from party to party. Not a bad gig I suppose. I pull up to a very plush hotel and wait outside as instructed. It's the middle of the day and a young couple head my way. The lad confirms this is their car and he hops in. Being a gentleman I jump out and open the driver side rear door. I open the door for what I could...
I woke up with someone pounding on my hooch door. This is getting old I thought to myself. We were supposed to be on a three day break between missions. When I answered there was an MP standing there and I immediately recognized him as working for the Captain running his errands. "Sarge, Chung is at the gate and asked to talk to you. I tried to tell him you were still sleeping, but he said it was important." "Ok, tell him I am on my way." He left and I started getting dressed. I...
Solomon's Daughters: Eliza's Chapter Anthony slowly rose to consciousness and stretched his sore muscles. Realizing the bed beside him was empty he looked around for Sar-Rah or Liz. They were absent but on one of the pillows beside him was a sheet of paper. Picking it up he read that they had gotten up to go to school and had been unable to wake him so they had left a note. They had both signed it with a kiss at the bottom. They were both wearing the same shade of lipstick....
I closed the office early the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. The house had been completely cleaned and Sara and I had bought everything the weekend prior. I’d have two pounds of jumbo shrimp and a variety of raw vegetables in addition to chips with onion dip and nuts as snacks before dinner. Mom had agreed to come over around ten that morning to help with the meal. I had cleaned and rinsed the twenty-pound turkey on Tuesday night, saving the heart and liver for the soup I planned to make...
We spent only a minute to enter the house and turn the alarm off. A few seconds later everything was in the dryer then I asked if she was hungry. “No,” she replied, “I had a huge lunch. I’m not used to eating that much. But…I can think of one thing I’d like in my mouth. Why don’t we go to bed?” I followed her numbly as she pulled me into the hallway. Once in the bedroom she repeated her actions of last night. “Wait here a second, John. I want to get a few towels.” She scampered into...
This continues the efforts by 24-year-old Miss Bentner to have disciplinary control over 36-year-old Elizabeth, as she already had control over Elizabeth’s 17-year-old daughter, Emma. The discipline came first. Now though comes the manipulation of both mum and daughter to ensure both submit to her: Miss Bentner looked at the two bottoms still bent across the table. She knew Emma will be wet with anticipation for her ‘afters,’ finger and tongue sex. It happened regularly after she spanked the...
Michele drove carefully through the cold wet dark streets. She was not used to using the accelerator and brake pedals of her compact sedan in high heels and she was debating whether to pull over and unbuckle the strap of the high heel on her right foot and kick it off. She didn't want to bring attention to herself by stopping on the deserted street but she was concerned that she might commit a driving offence if her shoe slipped on the accelerator or brake pedal. She had deliberately chosen...
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We had been sitting in the garden chatting about her latest ‘client’. I was trying to come to terms with what she was telling me. What she said next changed my world forever.“Would you like to meet her?”I couldn’t believe my ears. Was I really being invited to meet her ‘client’ who she claimed was naked and locked in her cellar?“I warn you,” she said standing up, “she may not be in the mood for idle chatter, but your presence might be beneficial.”As she headed towards the gate, I knew I should...
If I were to believe the other fleet drivers, being a chauffeur in this company was an iron clad way to get laid on a regular basis. The stretch drivers all had stories of back seat orgies in which they were invited to participate, or the female passenger who got so pissed off with her drunken partner that she had him dropped off home and she continued on with the driver. Most of these stories I would slot into the urban myth category, because from my experience nothing like that actually...
Elizabeth Carson walked back up her path enjoying thestinging feeling across her bottom, ready to go to her bedroom and masturbate. She unlocked her front door and walked in to her house. She stopped short when she saw 24-year-old Miss Bentner was already in the hallway with Emma, Elizabeth’s 17-year-old daughter. Miss Bentner didn’t look like a teacher today. She wasn’t in school so that was Ok. Today she wore a tight fitting vest top that showed off her full breasts and firm arms. Her hair...
Becoming Eliza By DreamWeaver The flash of lightning caught me by surprise, and the almost immediate report of thunder made me jump. The forecast had mentioned possible thunderstorms, but there had been no rumbles of thunder in the distance for warning. I started to pick up my pace, hoping I could manage the half mile or so back to my apartment building before the downpour, but the wind quickly picked up, more flashes of lightning followed, and huge gobs of rain began to spatter on...
Melissa Won't Let Go. By Tanya H. -4- ELIZA. My dreams came horribly full of men and cocks. I spread my legs, my mouth, my tits eagerly for them, hitched my skirts, pulled aside my panties; I made it easy for them to take me and fill me even as I hated what I did, what I lusted for. A passenger in my own humiliation. Awareness came back slowly - grey light of dawn or dusk, a weight of bedclothes on my body, a warning of peeing. Fear rode me too; that I'd open my eyes to some...
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“I think we should start off with her on her back, don’t you? I know her usual style might be bent over the front of a car or upright in the nearest bus shelter, but we can do better than that.”“Neither of those two are my style either,” I replied, “but a standing fuck can be fun.”“We may try other positions at a later date but let us start off with something simple. Do you want her to give oral to begin with?”“That would be nice. I can check if she’s improved from last night.” As I spoke, I...
Note to Readers: A lot of the facts in this one are true and also a lot of what is described actually happened. The VC were cruel and hated the hill tribes with a passion. ARVN troops were almost as bad as the VC and it created a lot of tension with the teams working in the bush. LZ Hardtimes was a firebase and thus the VC gave it hell every chance they got to do so. I had just come out from putting on my camo's to go back to my hooch when the tail end of a conversation between Chief and...
I followed her along the corridor and down the stairs. My mind was still buzzing with the thrill of what had just happened. My hand still tingled from the feel of the flogger sweeping through the air and hitting tender flesh and my ears were still occupied with the muffled cries and sobs. I felt alive and that I should not, and I knew it was wrong, but I was filled with new and exciting sensations. As I walked down the stairs, I was mesmerised by Eliza’s shapely figure in front of me. That...
It came as a big surprise the following Friday when my girlfriend Jane and I came in late and heard some moaning from both Missy and her date when we came home the following Friday night. Missy was our roommate. She was a petite little redhead, with a cute round face, small, lovely breasts and a bottom which set a standard for female backsides everywhere. Cute as button, and hot as a firecracker Missy had a date anytime she wanted. But for all her dating she hadn't ever brought a guy home...
ExhibitionismWe joined her in the lounge, and I let go of the leash as Sylvia went directly over and knelt next to Eliza’s chair. As I sat down, I wondered just how rebellious she had been to deserve being sent here. Or what she had done before I arrived to deserve her earlier beating. Unbidden, images of Eliza skilfully wielding her crop came into my head. She had looked magnificent, I could not deny it. My own feeling of power mixed into those images and I couldn’t help a smile spread across my face....
It was a Friday evening around 7.30 pm and I'd just finished work and was looking forward to going home and drinking that nice bottle of Sancerre that was chilling in the fridge. I was making my way across the car park when I heard a female voice calling my name, looking around and saw it was my new boss Julia, what the fuck have I done now I thought! I should explain that I work as a train driver and it's very unusual to have a female boss a lot of my colleagues had a real problem with it....
We see that familiar opening sequence – various scenes of UK life, taken from the introductions to previous episodes – a field, a beach, a pub, a motorway ... but now we are seeing medieval castles, green pastures, ancient forests, and nordic invaders. The BBC documentary title appears “The United Kingdom of Zoo” and then the logo “Celebrity Edition; The Last Kingdom” is slapped on the bottom in a dog jizz shaped font. “While this looks much like the Scottish Highlands, we are actually in...
I slept fitfully that night, battling unsettling dreams. When I woke it was only just past dawn, but I knew there would be no more sleep. With a sigh I got up and padded nakedly down to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. I took it back to bed and climbed in. there was promise of another hot day in prospect but at this early hour there was a chill in the air. While sipping coffee I mulled over what had happened yesterday.I admit I was troubled and conflicted. I have never been violent before,...
One of the most exciting parts of my job as agent to the stars has to be visiting the sets of films/television shows. Sure, it sounds a little hokey and amateur, but it's true. Say what you want about the people in Hollywood and L.A., but when they get behind those cameras (or in front of them) something magical just happens. Today I was on my way out to the set of "Angel", the Warner Brothers network's hot spin-off from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" to see to one of the firm's newest...
Eliza Last night, I dreamed of a black horse. Upon waking, I lookedin the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedside table, to see if thereis any significance to this particular night time vision. It seems adream of a black horse is a dream of passion. Considering all that hashappened in the past weeks, I am not surprised. I should never have been a Good Samaritan. It's against my nature. But thewoman's screams were so - so piercing, they touched my very soul. What month was it? November?...