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“Thanks, but I’m ready,” I replied. It’s an arrangement that had been going on for nearly a year already. Hell, technically it wasn’t even a custody day anymore. My eighteenth birthday came up in the midst of the year, so it wasn’t a legally binding requirement. I simply got used to spending the weekend away from home.

I suppose I was lucky that they waited with that big change as long as they did. It’s easy to remember how quickly things were different. My parents had entered that phase in their marriage when they could no longer put up with each other, and as such, they decided to get divorced and live separately. It was a simple solution ¬for them. But for me – their child – it was annoying to deal with. It was akin to living two different lives.

My mother was raising me to be modest and proper, while my father took advantage of his newfound freedom by going through what appeared to be a midlife crisis. His way of raising me revolved around the simple philosophy of “do whatever.” I couldn’t complain that my life was dull, at least.

“He seems to be late. What’s taking him so long?” I asked just as my bedroom door swung open, and my mother peeked inside. She was mildly surprised to see that I truly had packed my belongings already. It was a simple travel bag containing a change of clothes, some basic necessities, and my laptop so that I could continue studying despite being away from home.

The startling noise of a honking car drew my attention to our backyard. I quickly bid my farewells to my mother, grabbed my bag, and greeted my father outside. To my surprise, he had arrived in a rented van rather than his usual car.

He rolled down a window, and gestured for me to come closer.

“Get inside, princess!” he yelled, which made me cringe in return. He loved teasing me with that nickname. I could never tell if the origin stemmed from the large house my mother lived in, or the expensive clothes she enjoyed dressing me in. Either way, I hadn’t asked for any of it.

“Dad!” I made an attempt to make him feel guilty, but he simply scoffed and continued staring at me with an amused grin. Unacceptable. I glared even more strongly back at him, but it was of no use. He simply watched in glee as I carried the heavy luggage into the conspicuous old van and got into the passenger’s seat. It was my turn to stare back at my father.

“What’s with the rented car?” Turning to look into the back of the vehicle, I also noticed a bunch of camping utensils.

“Well,” he begun to explain. “It’s kind of a long story. How about this,” he suggested. “You go ahead and enjoy the scenery for a while, and once we’ve arrived, I’ll tell you what we are doing and why we are doing it. Does that sound fair to you?”

I nodded, and our journey started. It was a pleasant sight as I looked out the window. The urban cityscape gradually faded out of view, and was replaced by a welcoming countryside. Fields, acres, and vast patches of empty grass land. It was after an hour of driving when my interest piqued and I shot my father a curious gaze. Alas, he did not reply.

The car eventually took a turn, and entered a rough trail that led into a forest. The basking sun above us became shrouded by leaves. Only a few rays of light still managed to break through the dense vegetation, and even the air itself became noticeably damp and fresh.

It was the first time in years that I was so far away from home, but rather than being frightened, I felt a weird sense of relief. It was akin to an unexpected vacation, albeit with a purpose I still wasn’t clear about.

“You look like you haven’t seen trees before,” my father interrupted me.

“It’s been a while. Care to explain why you’re taking me all the way out here?” Just to be sure of what I already expected, I briefly snatched my phone out of my pocket and checked for a connection. It didn’t display a single bar ¬– we were far from civilization.

“Sure!” he answered. The dense vegetation was slowly opening up to reveal a larger, open area. The grass was downtrodden. Near the center was a makeshift fire pit consisting of many small and large stones which were arranged into a circle. Remnants of ash still lingered in the midst of that circle. “Well, there’s a secret I hadn’t told you yet,” he began.

“Before you were born, I always hoped that your mother would give birth to a son. Because the fondest memories of my childhood, were bonding moments with my dad during fishing trips, hiking, things like that. When she gave birth to a daughter, I kind of just accepted that those things would never happen again. But you know what?” The car gradually slowed until it came to a stop.

“You’re old enough now to decide for yourself. I figured we can give this a try, and if you dislike it, you will let me know.”

He stepped out of the car, and already began to retrieve a few items from the back of the van while I was still taken aback by this revelation. He just dumped a lot of information on me at once. It was a relief that he didn’t say he regretted having a daughter, but he also mentioned that he would have preferred a son. It probably didn’t help that my mother had her own way of raising me. Whatever good that did, anyway. I never liked playing with dolls and I certainly was never going to behave like one.

When I freshly entered puberty, she was probably the only reason why I spent my time with other girls instead of roughhousing it with the guys and being up to no good. This was an opportunity to embrace my rebellious side and maybe even learn a little more about myself. And the way my father phrased it, this seemed to be some kind of family tradition. I loved the thought.

“I will let you know!” I chirped back at him. So I climbed out of the car, and helped to get his stuff out of the car. Most of it resembled camping gear, which he soon used to set up a tent. It felt like a little adventure – I didn’t even know where we were, but it was an idyllic little patch. There was also a distinct watery sound nearby.

Curiosity got the better of me, so while my father was busy setting up the rest of the campsite, I followed the noise. It gradually grew louder, until I arrived at a little creek in the middle of the woods. The water coursing through it was crystal clear – to a city girl such as myself, it looked awesome. I sat down on a nearby patch of grass and simply watched the flowing water. The lush scenery, combined with the steady sound of water, provided such a unique experience.

It was so relaxing.

Every time I breathed in, I could smell fresh nature around me. I couldn’t tell just how long I sat there. It felt like my worries and stress were just washing away in that gentle stream.

It took a while before I returned to my father. Much to my surprise, he had already finished his preparations and sat by a newly lit campfire. The tent was just a few feet away, and despite its small size, it seemed solid and dependable enough to last the night. Which was fortunate – the sun was already setting.

Upon noticing me, my father gestured for me to come closer. He was close to the fire, seated, on a wooden log that had been split through the middle to make it serve as bench. It was a decently improvised idea and mildly impressive, it clearly wasn’t his first time out here in the woods.

“It looks nice,” I pointed out. The heat emanated by the flames was noticeable as soon as I sat down. It was scary, but I felt secure in my father’s presence. We listened to the crackling campfire for a while before he turned back towards me.

“Hey, Chloe. I hope you aren’t mad at me or your mother, for the current situation.” He reached over to his side, towards something I hadn’t noticed, and retrieved a couple bottles of beer. As it turned out, he had brought a cooler. He opened both of the bottles and handed one to me, and I reluctantly took it.

“Are you sure? I’m not old enough to drink alco-”I was interrupted by his stare.

Something quickly gave me the feeling that he was well aware that I’d sometimes sneak away from home to party with friends. I was no stranger to drinking.

“Alright, sure,” I corrected myself. “And yeah I’m not mad at either of you. Life is unpredictable, I know. I’m not a child anymore,” I reassured him. “You don’t sound like you’re happy yourself, though?”

He took a sip from his beer. Then, he lowered his head briefly before returning to look at the fire. “I miss your mother, of course. We’ve lived together for almost twenty years after all. It’s a complicated situation for all of us, but as you’ve so wisely said, life is unpredictable.”

While I listened to him, I drank some of my own beer. It was awfully bitter, but the chilled temperature made it easy to get down. The sour taste encouraged me to try and drink the bottle quickly, before it would have a chance to get warm and taste even worse.

“How about you, then?” he asked. “How is the dating life of my little princess?”

“Dad!” Once again I found myself trying to scold him with my gaze alone, however futile it may be. “There’s ... not much of a dating life. I get around a lot – I mean, I meet a lot of people. But I haven’t met any guy I fancied. That aside I’m swamped with studies and stuff, college is troublesome compared to what high school was like. I wish I could turn back time,” I explained. The alcohol made me sound more melancholic than I intended, and I quickly paid the price.

My father laughed out loud, reached out with his arm, and gave me a hard enough pat on the back to make me nearly fall off the wooden bench! The booze had eased his mood, too.

“That’s genius, I love it. You’ve nailed the tone of a suffering adult. Yes, if only it were possible to turn back time, my troubled princess...” he teased.

To which I playfully glared back at him.

Afterwards, we continued talking and joking for a while longer, and shared a few more beers. Fortunately I had enough practice to keep my alcohol down, but by the end of it, both of us felt intoxicated, and tired, but also happy.

The campfire remained our only source of light in the midst of these dark woods. When the flames slowly ran out of fuel, we retreated into the tent. I found that he had prepared sleeping bags already, one for each of us. They weren’t exactly jumbo sized – perhaps to save money. But there was more than enough room for one person. I didn’t bring any pajama, and decided to sleep in my underwear.

And so, we both squeezed into our sleeping bags and zipped them up tightly. We fell asleep to the steadily weakening sound of firewood outside. I closed my eyes, and felt my mind wander off.

However, something soon drew me back to reality.

“Jess ... Jessica...”

I heard my father’s voice nearby, it was weak and barely audible. He was calling my mother’s name – was he on the phone with her? No, we didn’t get any signal this far from the city. Maybe he was having a nice dream, I figured. Either way, I didn’t think much of it and closed my eyes once more. Sleep claimed me soon after.

The next time I woke up, it was to the sound of my sleeping bag being unzipped.

Moments later, someone crawled into the already limited room of my sleeping bag. My father – most likely – and his body pressed snugly against mine. There was so little space remaining inside the bag that I could barely even breathe anymore.

The campfire outside had died, there was absolutely no light to see anything, despite my best attempts. The only sense I could still rely on was my hearing.

“Jess...” The weak mumbling of my father was so close to my ear, I could practically feel his breath. He certainly seemed to be sleeping, or sleepwalking. He must be having a dream about my mother, I figured – it would explain why he kept calling her name. I was just about to try and wake him up, when I grew aware of something else.

Because of how tightly he was pressing against my backside, I hadn’t noticed it at first. But there was something poking and prodding the back of my leg. I felt it sliding up and onto the insides of my thigh. It’s when I realized that my father must have decided to sleep naked.

Waking him up in this situation was an embarrassment that I wanted to spare both of us. However, my attempts to wiggle out of the sleeping bag were not getting me anywhere. It was designed for one person – having two inside, meant that the fabric squeezed down on me tightly. I couldn’t even roll around to reach the zipper, and my arms were too short to get anywhere near it.

I grumpily resigned myself to the situation. My father began to buck his hips forward, which in turn allowed his semi-flaccid erection to smoothly slide back and forth between my thighs. I was being dry-humped. I could feel his penis growing – and shame was burning my cheeks. I had never even seen a real penis. I was a virgin.

The idea that I had my father’s cock rubbing against my bare skin was revolting. Before I could make another attempt to get out of such an incredibly awkward situation, I felt him shifting his position slightly. He was changing his angle. The smooth crown of his manhood was sliding upwards, and with his next forward movement, I could feel it nudging against the crotch of my underwear.

I uttered a startled yelp, and squeezed my thighs shut. It did little to restrict his movement however, and he once more thrust forward with the same result. His mushroom-head plunged against my soft labia, with only my underwear to separate us.

It was completely quiet all around us. Only the faint sound of our breathing was audible, as well as the sound of shifting fabric whenever he moved. I could precisely feel what was happening between my legs though, even without seeing or hearing it. The tip of his appendage repeatedly mushed against my crotch, until he once more shifted slightly.

“Jess ... I love you...”

This time when he bucked forward, he pushed his erection directly into the cleft of my underwear, into the cameltoe that he helped to outline. My heart abruptly began to beat twice as fast. If I hadn’t been wearing panties, he would have entered me with that thrust. I reached down to push his penis away, or to at least shield my womanhood, but since my hands were still outside the sleeping bag there was nothing I could do. So I gathered my courage and attempted to wriggle free again, despite the risk that he might wake up.

But then his arms shifted and wrapped around my body – inside the bag. He pulled me in for a tight bear-hug, squeezing me so tightly that it briefly drew air out of my lungs. I could scarcely imagine the kind of dream he had.

I froze, in shock and embarrassment. His hands however didn’t remain idle, they slid up just an inch or so to my breasts, and easily pushed my bra out of the way. His hands cupped my breasts. I don’t believe he had ever seen them with his own eyes. They were a little less than a handful, at least in his manly hands. I winced when his grip tightened, as if he was giving them an approving squeeze. I never thought that I would have my own father playing with my breasts. My shame was palpable.

In any other situation, this might have been enjoyable. But not like this – certainly not with my dad. I contemplated my options. There was no chance to squeeze out of his tight embrace. The alternative was to endure being dry-humped. His penis was fully erect, but at least I wasn’t able to see it. I could pretend it was something else, something innocent. Maybe I could let him finish, let him leave, and then pretend this never even happened. I was his daughter, of course I wished to pretend this never happened.

His thrusts came slightly more frequent, and each push sent the blunt head of his erection into the gusset of my underwear. It was an incredibly awkward situation, and my heart kept fluttering. I had never been so nervous. This was a situation I never wanted to find myself in.

One of his hands soon grew tired of merely cupping my breast. It slid down, and caressed the smooth curves of my body on its way. My own hand rushed downwards to try and push his out of the way, but once again, I could do nothing with my arms stuck outside of the sleeping bag. His hand kept lowering, and slid into my panties, directly cropping a feel of my naked vagina.

That was it, I thought. It was too much for me to tolerate. I abandoned my attempts to control his actions and instead began reaching around to push him away, and to coax him into waking up.

His fingers were busy with a purpose, though. Within a split second, he had pushed the crotch of my underwear aside, while two of his fingers applied gentle pressure to my labia. He nudged the folds apart, and revealed what must have been a tiny little opening.

Before I had time to push him, he decidedly bucket his hips forward.

The purple grown of his manhood rushed inwards and penetrated me. Even the tip was enough to make my entire body tense up, and I groaned bitterly in response to the sudden intrusion. I felt it! Something was inside me. Something had entered me. My own father was inside my body. There was an immediate burning soreness, as I felt my lower bits struggling to accommodate the undesired intruder.

My father’s fingers eased their touch, and I felt my labia softly collapsing around the bulbous cockhead. I struggled to breathe, while he uttered a simple moan – guttural and pleased. Even in his sleeping state, he must have felt glee at conquering a woman’s privates.

But then, he continued pushing his crotch towards mine. His erection slid deeper, and closer to my virginity. “No, no,” I whimpered in confusion. If I were to shout, he might accidentally push inside. If I were to slap his body, it may also result in him moving erratically. My mind raced, and whatever alcohol I had earlier didn’t make it any easier to think rationally. There had to be a way to stop this moment of madness.

His member moved slowly but deliberately. I was distinctly aware of the exact shape and size of his mushroom-shaped cockhead. The walls of my vagina had formed a seal around that first inch of his manhood inside me. I could vividly imagine every ridge and vein adorning his shaft.

Within seconds, it applied pressure to what felt like a barrier. A thin membrane. My treasured hymen was right there. It was the one sign that I never had sexual intercourse. My panic grew worse, I had to stop this perversion but found myself at a loss to think of a perfect solution.

My indecisiveness allowed him another second to proceed. That incredibly vulnerable, thin membrane inside me slowly began to tear. The only panicked reaction I could think of was to shut my legs even tighter, I ignored his warm breath against my neck and shut my legs as tightly as I could.

A short moment later, it happened regardless. My hymen stretched a little more and then simply collapsed, allowing him full entry. My naked vagina clamped down on his erection, and I cried out bitterly. There was a sharp, stinging pain which rapidly faded into a dull soreness. He had just turned me into a woman.

It didn’t halt his advances, perhaps because in his dream, he still imagined me to be his wife – my mother – who he was inside of. He wasn’t being considerate in that dream, he was horny. And so he pulled back just a little, and then plunged deeper in than before. Multiple inches of his erection were being shoved into me, and I could feel my insides stretched taut to surround him.

“Ah!” It was such a surreal experience. I could feel his dick inside of me, and its heat was mixing with my own. More so than that, I awkwardly began to notice that my body continued to react on its own. A heat was building inside my loins, and I could feel myself getting wet because of the constant stimulation of my genitals.

I once more attempted to squirm, and tried to push my lower body away from his, but the sleeping bag kept me tightly constricted. He had unlimited access to my freshly deflowered womanhood. My hope began to fade – why even struggle, now that he had taken my virginity. He was just about to get what he was working towards to, anyway.

With rhythmical thrusts, in and out, he coaxed my pussy into opening up inch by inch. He was unknowingly easing my body into accepting his entire length. It kept going one inch at a time, until I could finally feel his crotch warm against my bum. I could feel his erection so deep inside of me, just beneath my navel. We were completely connected.

He seemed to cherish the moment – or perhaps the warmth. The wet heat, while my vagina direly clenched down on his erection. Not a trace of his dick was left outside, he was – for the lack of a better de***********ion – save and secure inside my pussy.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, I even grew vaguely aware of our heartbeats. It was a sickening thought – we were truly connected. Intimately.

My earlier observation came back to haunt me however, this wasn’t a romantic coupling. It was sex. Raw intercourse. He withdrew halfway before he began to fuck into me at a steady pace. The sleeping bag did little to muffle all the sounds we produced, some noises were still audible. Each time he pushed in particularly vigorously, I could hear a wet squelch coaxed out of my vagina. I had really gotten wet, dripping wet.

The sheer darkness around us sharpened my other senses, and I grew more aware of his dick. It had a fat girth, truly stretching me to the limits. If only I had a moment to try and relax, to breathe, perhaps I’d have an easier time enduring his assault. But my father – even in his sleep – seemed to prefer my tension and tightness. With every thrust, he struggled to sheathe his entire length due to the resistance.

I never imagined my first time to be in the middle of nowhere, in a tiny tent, stuck in a single position while my own father turned me into a woman. And all of it occurred without a single exchange of words. Every interaction was solely restricted to our genitals, his dick had conquered my pussy and I could do nothing but to listen to the act.

His pace had never changed, it was one continuous motion of sliding out, and back in. I did however begin to feel myself getting sore from the frequent friction, especially given the lack of foreplay that was involved earlier on. I reluctantly gave in to the moment, and no longer made an attempt to keep my legs shut. As soon as I parted my legs, even a little bit, I noticed that the feeling of friction diminished. He moved much more freely. Good, I thought. The sooner this was over, the better.

The bulbous crown of his erection scraped against my tender insides each time he withdrew. Minutes passed while he repeated the same motions. That kind of monotony was what brought me to another realization. The alcohol had lulled me into a false sense of security – I had a dick inside of my body, unprotected. There would be nothing to prevent his sperm from leaking into every niche and corner of my vagina.

“No that ... it can’t be,” I muttered.

He continued lazily thrusting into me. Every now and then, another slippery squelch announced the intimate connection we still shared. His imminent climax would seal the deal.

“Dad ... no, you have to wake up!” I raised my voice. At the same time, I renewed my struggling. It was no longer in an attempt to get free, as much as it had the purpose to tear my father out of his deep sleep. Around the lower half of my body, I could feel his hands reaching for a tighter grip of my thighs. He began to pull me closer – he made sure that the entirety of his erection was safely embedded inside my youthful vagina.

“Dad!” I shouted.

He uttered a weak grunt, and stopped moving. My genitals were completely at his mercy. There was nothing more I could do now – if he were to climax, then I would receive every drop of his babymaking-sperm deep into my pussy. This horrific thought nearly made my heart skip a beat.

“Chloe... ?” A tired voice whispered into my ear.

“Stop, you gotta stop!” I pleaded desperately. I could only hope that he hadn’t cum yet.

“What is ... oh, God! It feels so good.” He was giving me another tentative thrust – he still didn’t know what was happening. He was still under the cursed assumption that this was part of his wet dream. His words also invoked a strange feeling in me – my own father complimented me on being a good fuck.

“Dad, this ... ahnn!” There was an eager push, and the crown of his shaft plunged against something particularly sensitive in the back of my vagina. “This isn’t your imagination, it’s real, you have to stop!” I cried out. The words escaped me in a swift rush, since as soon as I was done speaking, I inhaled sharply. “You’re too deep,” I thought bitterly. I didn’t know it at the time, but his erection was prodding my cervix. It must have been instinct for him to try and reach the one spot that would maximize the odds of a successful breeding.

“Breeding”? I thought to myself. Was that really what I wanted, to get bred like some farm animal by my own father? It was a surreal fantasy, and yet, it could become reality. It’s the natural part of sexual intercourse, the ejaculation, it always happens sooner or later. I’d simply need to remain silent.

In a way, it was weirdly comforting that I absolutely couldn’t escape. Everything was completely in his hands. My vagina was entirely at the mercy of his hormones. I couldn’t tell if it was my growing discontent, the booze, or if I was getting horny myself. But, now that I found myself with another reason to scream for him to stop, I instead chose to be quiet. It was such a taboo situation, and I found myself curious to see how far he would go.

There was no doubt in my mind that since I was aware of my father’s heartbeat, he was also aware of mine, deep inside me. What would that feel like to him, I wondered. Did it feel like my vagina was softly pulsing all around his dick?

The lips of my pussy were tautly embracing the very base of his erection. It was like an airtight seal – nothing would be able to leak out once it were inside me. The idea was disgusting and revolting, but at the same time, it was strangely alluring. I felt like a girl who was playing with fire. There was no doubt I’d change my mind as soon as I stopped being so horny, but in that very moment, there was only one thing on my mind.

I closed my eyes, and concentrated on my crotch. Then, I began to try and move the muscles I had felt inside my vagina earlier. It took a moment, but soon after, I managed to make myself tighten on command. As soon as I understood how it was done, I began to squeeze down on his shaft, repeatedly. Almost immediately afterwards, I could feel him throbbing against the tight confines of my womanhood. The sudden response was unexpected and startling, but didn’t seem to change anything at first.

There was a long moment during which nothing was said, and nothing more happened. It was just me and him, our bodies joined together. My sanity returned to me, too. What the hell had I been thinking just now? I nearly ended up getting inseminated by my own father. And given just how deep he was inside me, he would end up drowning my cervix in his babybatter.

The fat girth of his manhood began to shrink, gradually, and no longer caused me so much discomfort. It was finally over, I got lucky.

“God, I wish it were real,” my father whispered. His speech was slurred – just a little – but he was clearly still intoxicated. At the same time however, I began to feel something else. There was a liquid heat spreading through my loins, faster than any other sensation I had felt before. My eyes opened wide in shock – this couldn’t be happening. I could feel a foreign warmth spreading inside of my vagina, filling the empty spaces that were left by his softening appendage. He had done it. Millions of his little swimmers were now swarming inwards to try and ensure I’d carry his child.

I fumbled to reach down with my hands, and awkwardly grabbed and tugged on the sleeping bag right where my crotch was located, but it was useless. There was nothing I could do to change what happened. Seemingly by instinct, I could feel my vagina defiantly squeezing down on his shrinking appendage. But even that attempt to expel his invader did nothing – his shaft was still halfway inside me, neatly kept inside by the tightness of my own body. His cum had nowhere to go but deeper inside my unprotected womanhood.

I may have just witnessed the conception of my own little baby sister, or brother.

His manhood had gone completely soft. The gooey damage it had caused however was already swirling around my cervix. His seed might already be swimming through that one and only barrier, to ensure the pregnancy would take. His dick had lasted long enough to get its job done. The one task nature intended it to fulfill; to deliver his cum into a receptive female. Even in that very moment, his limp appendage was still drooling the last remnants of his sperm into me. I could feel my head beginning to spin as I fully understood the consequences of what I just experienced.

It was overwhelming.

It was too much.



Whether by shock or exhaustion ... I collapsed, and was once more claimed by a deep slumber.

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A pair of feet came to rest in front of Chloe and masculine hands pulled her up into a kneeling position. She looked up at the man who stood before her, stripping off his tunic, casually at ease with his body. He was fit, though no longer young with thick streaks of grey at his temples. His cock was at eye level, nicely shaped, though a bit smaller than Atretes and she realized that this man desired the same thing the slave had demanded. She felt a burst of confidence as she reached for the...

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Chloes Fate ch 3

Chloe was put back into the litter but the curtains were drawn as she was carried out of the villa. They did not travel far and within a few minutes they entered another. This one bustled with activity and she could hear raised voices and laughter over the sound of music growing closer. As they entered the room she heard the voice of Marcus, her new master describing the scene in the slave market. ‘And so I bought her. I present her to you Julia, for your pleasure.’ The curtains of the...

4 years ago
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Chloes Dream

Chloe was a mess – she’d used her rabbit vibrator on and in her pussy every night for the last week and it wasn’t bringing her the satisfaction it usually did. She hadn’t been able to sleep without it, and that sleep wasn’t very restful. She would still toss and turn all night only to wake up exhausted and frustrated. Actually, she hadn’t slept well for the last three years since her husband had died, but the past week had been extra rough, and she didn’t know why. The truth was – she knew...

3 years ago
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Chloes Fate ch 2

Ch 2 Chloe was relieved when Marcus stopped at a litter just a few streets away. There were several slaves waiting to bear it and presumably whatever else he required. He gestured one particularly evil looking specimen over. ‘Atretes! I seem to have acquired a slave this morning. I still have business to deal with, so take her back to my villa and see that she is prepared. I plan to give her as a gift at this evening’s party.’ Chloe’s heart sank. Not only was she being turned over to this...

4 years ago
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Chloes Fate ch 1

Chloe stood naked on the auction block, burning with humiliation as the buyers called out bids. Her skin crawled as though all the greedy eyes were hands running over her, touching her every secret place. The old men looking with interest, bidding vigorously while youths simply ogled her and called obscenities, enjoying and expanding on the auctioneer’s salacious descriptions of her every feature. ‘A tasty morsel! This one is young, just the thing to bring an old man’s rod to stiff attention!...

3 years ago
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Chloes Frustration Part 2

Chloe sits in the bar, attempting to calm her nerves with the drink in front of her. The first one hadn’t had the desired effect, the second was doing a better job but her heart was still going faster than she would have liked and she’d had to put her drink down, the ice had been clinking too loudly from her shaking. As she contemplated a third a voice spoke up behind her, “Hello gorgeous.” Her heart rate spiked and the shaking came back with a vengeance, she didn’t want to turn around, but...

4 years ago
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Chloes Story Part 3

Chloe’s Story, Part 3 Derrick On the Monday after my incredible evening with Mr. Damon and Mr. Compton, Joey told me that he would have to be out of town on Tuesday to attend some sort of dealership training or something. I knew immediately that I had lied to myself earlier and that I was in fact going to call Derrick. The realization surprised me, believe it or not. I really had convinced myself that I would never do such a traitorous thing to Joey. Yet later that night, under the pretence...

3 years ago
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Chloes Frustration

‘Talk soon xx’, and with that he signed off and was gone. Chloe felt the same way she always did when Jack disappeared, slightly giddy and wanting more. It was late. She should really go to bed – if only she could be going with him. They’d been chatting online for a few weeks now and had some amazing conversations. Once, he’d turned her on so much that she’d stripped off from the waist down as her clothes were rubbing her closer to orgasm, only to find that without clothes was worse, much...

2 years ago
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Chloes Story Part 2

Chloe’s Story, Part 2 Work Days In the weeks prior to all of this, work had been hectic. The firm was preparing to make a bond offering for a water works company and there was considerable anxiety and consternation about it that I frankly did not totally understand. What I did understand was that I was expected to stay late and join in the frantic pace of the coming weeks. I really didn’t mind. There was something fun and exciting about the chaos and the strong camaraderie that ensued....

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Stages of Corruption

Stages of CorruptionI graduated from high school a few days ago. My final semester was full of class projects. But my most challenging and rewarding semester project has been the gradual corrupting of my best school girlfriend Erica. In the BeginningI've known Erica for as long as i can remember. We live only a few blocks away and we have been going to class together since elementary school. Physically, Erica is a stunner. 5 foot 8 inches, long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, a very fresh and cute...

4 years ago
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House of Corruption

__ **Author's Note - I am more than happy for other writers to add chapters, subject to my approval. I am also happy for the story to take multiple alternate paths, so don't worry too much about derailing things! However, if your chapter is just too wold and crazy for my liking, I won't approve it! :) ** Nick Valen knew the fates were smiling on him when he found out he’d be staying with the Burnwell family for the foreseeable future. He was just starting his studies and as Tracy Burnwell...

Mind Control
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Arena of Corruption

Relief floods you as you step out of the dark caravan, the stench and humidity of sweat and shit finally giving way to fresh air and light. Then the crowd bursts into life. Demons, goblins, elves, vampires, lizard morphs, and even other humans, all rouse into an insatiable frenzy, their bloodlust hanging thick in the Arena, a behemoth structure of demonstone and souls, the stands are lined with rows and rows of writhing mass, going so high into the sky, the spectators up their must be grazing...

Fantasy
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Corruption

We wrote this story with you, as a connoisseur of erotic transvestite fiction, and your insatiable need for the bliss of release in mind. We hope our tale will bring you much pleasure over many sessions. Write to us if we have been successful. We would love to know that you enjoyed our perverted little world of depraved people and sordid affairs. Corruption By Marcia St. Denis and Erica Wright Copyright 2001. All rights reserved. Chapter One At 16, little Markie...

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Tales of Corruption

In every story, in every setting, in every realm there is good. Heroes, mighty warriors of justice, arbiters of justice, or just those that make sure the papers are filed on time. And standing against them are the forces of evil, darkness, shadow, or just a difference in opinion. Rarely do these two forces cross the line from one to the other. And yet, there are always forces beyond just them, forces of a more... alluring nature. Some of these turn heroes into ditzy bimbos, others warp...

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Anatomy of an InvasionChapter 12 Corruption

Cassie and Julie had never felt closer. They talked about everything now, and the reserve which had always separated them was gone. Living was a joy, and every day they felt closer, and Julie knew that she would soon let Cassie know of the commitment she had already made in her heart. But there was no hurry, she was enjoying this gentle time, the sunset of her life as a free woman. Cassie and Julie were enjoying the morning together in their apartment, each quiet in themselves, the spring...

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Price of corruption

First off, the POV will switch in between different characters. Each with their own perverted storylines in how and why they are corrupting those around them into debauchery and sex. Feel free to send suggestions and what you would like to see!

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carnival of corruption

In April 1692, he last two surviving witches to escaped the salem witch trials died on the outskirts of a small town. The two bodies were burned, their ashes were scattered to the winds. But on that day, their ashes on fell to the ground. Those ashes, infused the ground with what was left of their souls. For little over 400 years those woods, were left to their own.The animals, never went near the area. No plants seemed to grow there. There only that seemed to grown were a few trees that never...

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Amity 5 CataclysmChapter 38 Corruption

I have searched for twenty-five years, but I can’t find her. My entity is sullen, and I barely communicate with it anymore. I believe that it is sick and not just sick of me. I don’t believe it can leave me as I have found ways to lock it to its box. I met this wizard in Galanta who was having similar problems to me. Lord Gazan told me a wizard like me had taught him coercion spells a couple of years before. He had then experimented and through an unfortunate accident, he discovered blood...

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College Corruption

The day was getting close. The day you would finally get away. Only a couple more days before you would go off to college. A place where you'd have to take care of yourself, where there'd be no parents telling you what to do and how to behave. A place where you can explore and find out who you truly are as a person. For every day that went by you got more excited but also more nervous as college and living alone in a school full of strangers was way out of your comfort zone. Growing up in a...

Teen
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Convent of Corruption

"Look at it! It's so beautiful!" Belinda cried excitedly as she gazed out the train window at the verdant countryside passing by. "It's just farmland," Amber said scornfully. "Full of animals and peasants." "I love animals," Belinda said defensively. "Look at the horses!" "Oh be quiet, you sound like a little kid," Cassie snapped. "It's bad enough we're sent out to the middle of nowhere to a convent school without you bleating every time you see something with four legs." Belinda pouted and sat...

Fantasy
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The Book of Corruption

Hello travelers! Please, have a seat by the fire and behold this book! It's a tome you see. An ancient artifact bound in the leather of a phantasmal wolf and written in the ink of a star kraken. I've been given guardianship of this tome by the one before me. It is my life's work now to watch over the fates of modern men and women through these pages. It holds the continuing stories all living humans who walk this modern earth. What's that? You'd like to read some of it would you? ... Well,...

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Erin and Annekes Corruption

NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing herein are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All persons appearing in this story are eighteen years of age or older.My Danish girlfriend, Anneke, has the sweetest pale puffy nipples I've ever tasted. It so happened that I was licking them this particular Saturday night, while both our parents were out at a show. I'm Erin. Anneke moved to the US with her at the beginning of my last...

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The Butler Chapter 2 Corruption

Months later, after turning off my quiet alarm I got out of our bed. In the dim morning light I looked down to where this big bruiser of a weight lifter had Jane spooned up against him. It had been a whirlwind of a threesome last night. He was one aggressive bloke, and had jumped us through position after position. Just the type Jane fancied once in a while. It had been my day off, so we doubled her, me down below, him in her ass. I still didn't entirely like Jane taking it in the...

4 years ago
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Corruption

She sat at her dressing table absent-mindedly brushing her long, platinum-coloured, silver-white hair. With the help of extensions it cascaded down to the small of her back,. She was wearing a pink, fur-trimmed babydoll and high-heeled, fur-lined slippers. They were chosen for her by him. He was... controlling. He bought all her clothes, told her what she could or could not wear, how was to wear her hair, her makeup, everything. She could leave anytime she wanted to of course but she...

3 years ago
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Desolate Corruption

The sun dipped over the horizon as a chill made its way across the shrubland plains and into your bones as you trot your horse down a sandy trail. You chose this particular way at random on a gut feeling it would lead to some place worthwhile. Long story short, it hadn't and now you are shivering. You resolved to stop and make a fire when you notice a tower of smoke a mile or so ahead. You spur your horse to a gallop. In a few minutes I arrived much colder than I had started. The culprit was a...

Fantasy
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Corruption

The wind howled though the cemetery on this brisk Halloween night. Gothic headstones and crypts created eerie shadows in the light of the full moon. Susan was shivering in her light sweater. Jack held her tightly trying to keep her warm as they walked though the graveyard on this haunted night. "Jack I'm freezing, can't we go back?" "Come on Susan, this is going to be fun, I mean haven't you always wanted to spend Halloween night in an old cemetery?" Susan just shook her head and...

2 years ago
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Azure and Crimson Magical Girls of Light Season 1Episode 10 Ultimate Corruption

Tendo Aoi slow came back to awareness of her body in total darkness. She jerked up with a start, only to find her arms and legs bound by something that bit into her soft skin and held her down to the hard surface where she lay. She could feel that she was horizontal and her legs were spread apart. Also she’d been stripped naked - or had she already been naked. It didn’t matter. She knew that she needed to get out of here and for that, she’d need the strength of the goddess. A blinding flash...

4 years ago
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So You Want to Be a NurseChapter 3 Assistance and Corruption

Michele and Polly made love three times in total that night including a long session of oral sex. They both stripped down to their lingerie and fell asleep in each other’s arms. The stimulating feel of satin and nylon rubbing against each other woke them both during the early morning; Michele had a huge erection tenting her satin panties and Polly eased the member from its tight prison and guided it into her warm, wet vagina. They thrust against each other, kissing and caressing until they...

2 years ago
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Chemical Corruption

This is stories of people who have been beaten down most of their life and have reached their limit of putting up with it. This person has been messing with chemicals spending most of there money on this hobbies and coming up with interesting things some of them infused by stories they have read on line, they have not fully tested if tested them at all so they may or may not do what they expect or they might have unexpected side effects there is only one way to fine out.

1 year ago
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Lord of Corruption

Delvin Artanus was an innkeeper in a not-so-typical fantasy setting, he wasn’t an average person, but he was the kind of character that most stories would relegate to background status. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t nice to look at; some would say he had a kind of natural hotness to him reserved for when you are talking about someone in terms of appearance and social presence. He was no warrior or Paladin; Delvin was just someone that adventurers occasionally interacted with and told stories to...

Fantasy
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Ladybug corruption

The world changed overnight with the first cases of the Sexually Infected Subjects Spreading Infections Exponentially Syndrome, or SISSIES, became known. At first it sounded like some urban legend, men turning into hot, horny, hung shemales and spreading the infection to any man that came in them...or any man they came in. It was only after you saw video evidence, an amateur porno of a man sure it was all a hoax. A six foot foot six slab of muscle with a eight inch cock and a cocky smile...

Transsexual
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Chloe Moretz Hitchhiker 20

By MuhabbaThis story is based on the idea Chloe Moretz isn’t a celebrity.His name was Dave Foster and he was a traveling vacuum cleaner salesman. (Oops. “Retail Associate Salesperson” the last seminar he had to attend told him) Basically he travelled around in his hatchback giving live demos of his company’s “Rainbow Lite” vacuum cleaners. He would provide quick demos at trade shows, retail outlets and in peoples’ homes by appointment. He had a pretty good base salary and a more than decent...

2 years ago
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Chloe Moretz Hitchhiker

By MuhabbaThis story is based on the idea Chloe Moretz isn’t a celebrity.His name was Dave Foster and he was a traveling vacuum cleaner salesman. (Oops. “Retail Associate Salesperson” the last seminar he had to attend told him) Basically he travelled around in his hatchback giving live demos of his company’s “Rainbow Lite” vacuum cleaners. He would provide quick demos at trade shows, retail outlets and in peoples’ homes by appointment. He had a pretty good base salary and a more than decent...

3 years ago
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Chloe 2 Suzy joins the family

Chloe sat in the middle holding her phone with one hand and her father’s cock with the other. Roy had his arm round his daughter’s shoulders, his hand resting on her breast as he gently tweaked her nipple. Ann had her hand between her daughter’s thighs, two fingers slowly stirring inside the girl’s cunt. “We’re so proud of you,” her father said, “you did so well having to think quickly when he changed the time, Suzy did a great job of filming it. Have you sent a copy to Grandad?” “Yes,”...

4 years ago
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Chloe and Jamey were meant to be

Chloe got pregnant at f******n, she had to get her GED and worked all sorts of jobs to provide for Jamey her only son. The father was not in his life and her parents had given up on her. Chloe did her best for what she had. They lived in a single wide trailer on a open piece of land, no neighbors no friends. As Jamey got older Chloe noticed some changes in him, not like normal boys. He grew his hair long never wanting a hair cut. His brown hair was down his back. Jamey was skinny, he loved to...

2 years ago
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Chloe 4 Further Adventures The Audition

“Beautiful aren’t they?” Roy whispered as he came behind her, putting his arms around her, cupping her breasts, rolling his thumbs over her nipples. “They look so sweet, so innocent,” Ann whispered, leaning back against him, feeling his erection pressing against her back. “Hardly innocent,” he chuckled, “that daughter of ours is a right little pervert.” “I should say,” Ann sighed, “you should have seen her pushing that wine bottle up my arsehole yesterday.” “Which end?” He said, pinching...

4 years ago
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Chloe

Chloe was a very different experience. While she took several classes with me and was my major advisee as well, Chloe and I knew from the day we met that we were going to fuck while she was in school. How do I know this, you might ask? The answer is, she basically told me so. She came to my office the first day of class to have me sign a slip transferring her from a colleague’s section of Intro into mine. Totally routine, usually due to a time conflict with the other section. So I was...

2 years ago
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Chloe 5 Future plans

“What about us?” Chloe laughed. “I heard you’ve been fucking your mother with a wine bottle,” Grandad said, “so l thought l’d give her some of my cock while she’s still loose.” Just then the door to the hall opened and Bob walked in accompanied by Darren. “I asked the other two to join us,” Bob said, “but they had one of their regulars to service so l just brought Darren. You must be Suzy,” he said, walking over to her. “Very nice,” he said, tweaking her nipples, “l hear you like plenty of...

2 years ago
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Chloe and Lana A moment with the boss in Riversi

CHAPTER 1Curiosity got the better of Chloe. She knew she shouldn’t look but it was hardly her fault the laptop was left open. After all, Clark and Lana Tate employed her to come in twice weekly to clean their swanky 6 bed pad overlooking the River Thames. They should be more careful. Chloe was paid to clean and tidy up after the them, having access all areas. Well, mostly. The successful business owners clearly too busy to do their own housework. Or maybe just too rich to put themselves through...

2 years ago
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Chloe

Chloe -- the G Man - 2004 She was in a padded cell unlike anything she had known. It was on the smallside, but not cramped. The walls were padded in a soft white. The lightingwas warm and illuminating, coming from a mirrored ceiling. On one wall wasa ?couch? formed into it seamlessly. The wall curved out and then back to thefloor to provide the seat. The floor was covered in an off white spongy rubberlike material. Firm enough to be stable to walk on but with enough spring toprevent injury....

3 years ago
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Chloe 3 Confessions

“Wear a short dress, no bra, no panties,” she told her as Lucy got out of the car. “Yes Mrs…Ann, sorry,” Suzy replied, “can l stay over at your place again tonight?” “Check it out with your mother first,” Ann replied, “we don’t want her getting suspicious.” Lucy agreed that she would and went into her house. “Now she’s had Daddy’s cock she can’t get enough,” Chloe giggled. “Yes well she needs to get plenty of practice before your Grandad gets her,” Ann replied, pulling the car away. “Do...

3 years ago
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Chloe Kayla

"Oh, why did I come here?" I groaned, walking into the joint. "The gym hasn't lost a damn thing, it's still too hot, and the same polyurethane wood floors too. I'm pretty sure it was at least ten years old when I was a freshman, and now I'm at my ten-year high school reunion," I let out, glancing around nonstop.I began strolling around with my arms crossed. "I surely don't want to see roughly 95% of the people here, and seeing them ten years older doesn't make me like being here...

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Chloe takes control of her Queen Bee boss

This is my first story so would appreciate any feedback from anyone!Tamara was sitting at her desk thinking how perfect her life was.  She was the Manager of a 25 million dollar a year company with 75 staff reporting to her, she had paid for her house in full, had a new BMW and a hot boyfriend.  And she was only 24.  There was just 1 thing - although she had plenty of money, she always wanted more.  She couldn't bring herself to be satisfied.  She used to work a second job at night to get extra...

2 years ago
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Chloe Grace Moretz Massage

I'd been running my own masseuse business for a while now, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine someone like her would walk in asking for a massage. Usually I'd turn away walk-ins as my sessions were usually for pre-booked appointments only.But when Chloe Grace Moretz of all people showed up just as I was about to close for the day, I found it impossible to resist attending to her needs. "Hi! I'm so sorry to drop in so late in the day, I just wondered if there's any chance I could...

3 years ago
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Chloe Spanks

This story is inspired by the Betty spanks series and is written with the permission of the original copyright holder Peter242.   Betty & David’s Punishments continued   Chloe remained somewhat fascinated by the fact that David had developed an erection when Chloe had spanked Betty. Chloe decided that she would take things further and look to initiate contact between David and Betty but she needed to test out the waters so to speak. Chloe realised that...

Incest
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Chloes 24 New Protocol Panties Down Spanking Ass Fucking

?24 Hrs?; Thoughts of a Remorseful Punished Chloe ?24 Hrs?; Thoughts of a Remorseful Punished Chloe. By Carolina Spanker The following story is a fictional representation and exists only in the imagination of the author.  Any resemblance to any literary work is strictly coincidental.   The story has a new humiliation device that a friend of mine just sent me from his recent trip to Japan. He tried this device and I thought I would introduce it in my story. Also some of the juicier...

1 year ago
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Chloe

The train journey took two hours, and I sat staring out of the carriage window, oblivious to the countryside flashing by, oblivious to other passengers, oblivious to everything except thoughts of my daughter Chloe. It had begun when my wife was killed in a car crash when Chloe was s*******n. I was devastated – it had been a terrific marriage, not least for the fantastic sex, where nothing had been taboo. Chloe seemed to grow up overnight, taking charge and looking after everything. She was...

2 years ago
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Chloe

The train journey took two hours, and I sat staring out of the carriage window, oblivious to the countryside flashing by, oblivious to other passengers, oblivious to everything except thoughts of my daughter Chloe.It had begun when my wife was killed in a car crash when Chloe was s*******n. I was devastated – it had been a terrific marriage, not least for the fantastic sex, where nothing had been taboo. Chloe seemed to grow up overnight, taking charge and looking after everything. She was...

1 year ago
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Chloe My Cumslut Cousin

It was the winter of 2003 the bell had just indicated the end of the school day and I now had to make the 20 minute walk to my aunties house as she would look after me until my mum had finished work. I was standing outside the school gates waiting for my cousin Chloe, she was in the year below me and every school day for the past 4 months we had been walking to her house together. Once she arrived we started the walk, snow had been on and off continually throughout the day and it was starting...

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Chloe goes to Rio and Eloa shows her what shes been missing Part 1

She met her guide Eloa, because being only 19 and in a strange country. She wanted to be sure, she didn’t get lost and end up in a dangerous area. Eloa was 24 and your classic Brazilian beauty. 5’6”, 125 lbs, curvy and she wore clothing that showed them well. Chloe was very conservative and had never thought of being with another woman. But, something about Eloa, made her stomach jump. She just brushed it off, to being in a strange land and around unfamiliar people. The first days were as...

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