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"I keep a rather powerful prisoner down here," Collin warned. He smelled the dampness and new he was in a type of specialized dungeon. He heard a man moving around watching them, but staying silent. From the moment when he had awakened dazed, he knew who the prisoner was. Powerful? Did Collin even realize what he kept contained? And poorly at that. "How hurt are you?" nnShadow tried to stand still shaking. His senses were all focused on the man at the back of the room. He caught a half-image of shadows! It was a familiar profile.familiar scent.He was standing as the bars of his cell, hands gripping them watching. In his mind alone, he heard the familiar voice call out to him fondly."Shade. Do not worry for me, old friend. My time will come." Tears streamed down his face and he made a mournful sound, soft but eloquent of his agony. "Go, Shade.

Added: 249 days ago by pussylover

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He woke to a loud clap! He flashed back into a cat snarling as he realized someone had just thrown the doors open as they slept. Two people came through them. "Stand down! The boy is mine!," Collin warned him as he approached the bed. "You want him.You buy him.like all of the rest!" The cat hushed immediately as his words echoed his thoughts perfectly. He couldn't pay for the boy, and he knew it. Did Collin know, too? "I realize you have been a cat for far longer than you want us to know. So I have a proposition for you," he stated coldly, "if you will agree to it."nnDe 'Vorga tensed and gasped 'no!' "Work for me! It won't be long, just a short job, but dangerous! The boy is worth far more than what I ask.I will be giving him to you far cheaper than I like to do!" Shadow trembled in indecision and fear.

Added: 249 days ago by pussylover

Time: 00:8
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Whorecraft - Rogues do it from behind

It's a cold December evening as you dress the way you have been instructed for the evening. Leather thong, corset and heels along with mesh stockings; leather skirt and a collar complete your whorish attire. I watch you as I myself dress, putting on my black sheer thong to show off my assets, the black silk shirt and black pants to complete my outfit. As we get into the car I get a closer look at your outfit. The corset lifts and pushes out your breasts, making them more obvious and bigger while covering your lean stomach. The stockings and skirt hold powerful thighs and a tight behind. Yes…. Master has trained and conditioned this whore well…. exactly for his uses.nnI start driving towards our destination, a New Years party with a twist. It's a costume party and you are going as a whore, while I your owner. Little does anyone else realize it is all too real. We arrive around 9 pm and the party is already very busy. People are dressed up in everything from dog and cat suits to fairy tale characters, lion tamers, celebrities, almost everything, about 200 people in all. We make small talk with couples we meet or get reacquainted with as we sip our drinks. You have a very low tolerance for alcohol so it isn't before long that you are more open, talking more, starting to flirt with both men and women, mostly men. I get you into a dark hallway of the large country home and pinch your ass hard and slap your facenn"What are you doing?" I ask.nn"Having fun," you reply.nnI hit you a bit harder in the face and my eyes say all you need to hear.

Added: 249 days ago by pussylover

Time: 10:54
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Sperm in Forest

It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnThe Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Company Manager's tale was of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director's tale of how the 'Wife of Bath', with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team. The Politician's tale was about the husband's revenge, and the Model's tale about a country girl finding heaven between her legs - with the aid of her vicar. For the morning story of the fourth day, The Stockbroker's Tale showed how two resourceful women turned the tables on their partners who were trying to deceive them, whilst the Aristocrat's tale was about a sexual orgy, incest and murder in the stately home. The TV Presenter's related her experience of group sex with an African Chief and his bodyguards, whilst Jake, the actor, had a delightful story about an African tribe whose Princess found her Prince.nnChapter Eighteen - The Author's Tale: Which one will win Delia?nnThe host, Robert, told the group over breakfast that the weather conditions were improving. It was confidently expected that help would arrive the next day. Just seven days after they were trapped inside the roadhouse. Although the guests had taken advantage of their situation, it would come as a relief to return to normal. Besides, the food in the freezer wouldn't last forever!nnSo they all set to after breakfast to do the chores, tidy the rooms, and generally restore the roadhouse to its pristine, top class condition, in readiness for a final day of erotic tales, of fun and games. All the guests except Susan and George, had recounted tales of a wide variety. Today, hey too would have a story to tell.nnSusan was a novelist. A short jolly lady of thirty-five, with red hair arranged in bubbles. Her green eyes and small upturned nose, were set in a round face. Slightly round shouldered, her breasts were long and pointed to brown cone-shaped nipples resting on her rounded belly.

Added: 250 days ago by mark

Time: 01:14
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It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnThe Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Company Manager's tale was of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director's tale of how the 'Wife of Bath', with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team. The Politician's tale was about the husband's revenge, and the Model's tale about a country girl finding heaven between her legs - with the aid of her vicar. For the morning story of the fourth day, The Stockbroker's Tale showed how two resourceful women turned the tables on their partners who were trying to deceive them, whilst the Aristocrat's tale was about a sexual orgy, incest and murder in the stately home. The TV Presenter's related a tale of group sex with an African Chief and his bodyguards. During the afternoon, adventures in the park during the dark hours gave Delia a taste of sex with strangers.nnChapter Seventeen: The Actor's TalennAfter dinner, the guests made their way into the lounge where coffee was ready with mint chocolates and liqueurs. The brandy decanter and port were placed on the centre table for the guests to help themselves. After everyone had settled down with their chosen partner, Julie invited Jake to tell his story.nnJake was an actor, a milk chocolate coloured young man of African origin, with a strong-looking forward thrust of his thighs. All the women guests had sampled the delight of his powerful, handsome cock sliding in and out of their well-lubricated vaginas, and some had tasted the copious emission from it. Enid in particular, had savoured the delicious sperm, rolling it round her cheeks and under her tongue, before allowing it to trickle down her throat with a cat-like smile.nnWith a friendly face, those smoky dark eyes coloured people often have, close-cropped curly hair and a firm jaw, he was fully relaxed. His six foot frame, seemingly all legs and arms, lounging all over the cushions of the settee. He glanced round the couples as they settled together. It was incredible to think that, since he had become stranded with the company manager, Emma, in this isolated, high-class roadhouse, he had screwed all the women there with the exception of Gertie. She was curled up beside him on a settee, her left breast visible in the top of the gown she was wearing.nnHaving inadvertently gate-crashed an exclusive week-end orgy party, with couples from the society pages of the glossy magazines, he couldn't believe his good fortune!

Added: 250 days ago by mark

Time: 01:29
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It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnChapter One: The Theatre Company Managernn'Shit!' Emma swore out loud to herself. She had left the new contract file on her desk at the flat. A file she would need with her in Cambridge. There! That's what comes of letting Rick have an early morning farewell fuck, instead of getting out of bed, she thought, stuffing her arms hurriedly into her coat.nnThat self-indulgence had delayed her. It meant that she'd had to rush round to get herself ready and pack her case. Still, when she recalled the exquisite pleasure of his Romeo deep inside her Juliet - goodness, she thought, the silly names we give to things - and the satisfying orgasmic relief, she reckoned it was worth the delay. After all, the journey was only about ninety miles so, providing there were no hold ups on the way, she would still get there in good time to meet Jake Castle and his agent by lunch time. And her flat was only a short walk away.nnShe snatched up her diary and her pen, dropped them into her bag, grabbed her brief case and hurried out of her office, calling to the secretary as she left that she was, finally, on her way. nn'I'll phone in tomorrow and check out with you. Don't forget that message for Douglas.' nn'OK! Have fun!' came from inside the other office.nn'I'll try,' she called, hurrying out of the door.

Added: 250 days ago by mark

Time: 01:07
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Sperm donor collects semen

Buffy's cock bounced and her balls dipped and swayed as she ran, but she paid her male genitals no mind. Now that the novelty of having a penis and testicles had worn off, she found them not so much titillating, as they'd seemed at first, but, rather, something of nuisance. No wonder Xander and the rest of the boys at Sunnydale High had worn jockstraps to keep them in check. The sphere continued on its course, toward the distant mountains of ice in the frozen northlands, and the Slayer gave chase. She seemed to have run miles already, which, thanks to her Slayer strength and stamina, were nothing to her; she could run all day, if she had to do so, before she'd need to rest. She only wished she were at her destination--if, indeed, the ice mountains were her destination--so that she could rescue Willow from the clutches of her demon captors. Were they having their way with the witch, this moment, as the meadowland demon had tried to have its way with Buffy? The Slayer didn't want to think about it. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be ravished by demons, she thought. As if to disprove her notion that she couldn't imagine such a fate, images sprang into Buffy's mind--vile, hideous images of rape and torture.nnShe saw a gnarled and twisted cock, eighteen or more inches long and thick at the wide end of a baseball bat, oozing greenish-yellow fluid that smoked and made hissing sounds as it dripped onto the stone floor of a cavern lit with hot flames. The fiery curtains cast bright, flickering light--orange, red, and yellow--against the limestone walls. Willow screamed as the demon's abominable phallus penetrated her, searing the pink lips of her labia with the burning fluid that seeped from its bloated, knotted shaft.nnThis image was replaced by another, equally horrible. A short, squat, toad-like monstrosity with a thick, hard cock that branched into two shafts, was fucking the redheaded witch from behind. Its massive hands--or paws--grasped Willow's creamy hips, sinking its talons deep into her smooth flesh, and the longer, larger portion of its two-pronged cock rammed again and again into Willow's vagina while the shorter, smaller prong slammed itself repeatedly through the witch's anus. Willow screamed in fear, rage, and humiliation, tears streaming down her cute, heart-shaped face.nnIn the third vision that flashed before the Slayer's mind's-eye, Willow was being assaulted by three demons at the same time. One pumped its cock inside the witch's rounded mouth; the second, inside her cunt; the third up her ass. Willow wept silently, gagging and choking on the purple prick that filled her face.

Added: 250 days ago by mark

Time: 21:12
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Men were not always tossed into the exact cage they had been in previous nights, and each cage could hold two males. The cages were made of bamboo and about 7 feet high and 7 feet wide.nnJeff and Martin happened to be doubled in the same cage on this warm balmy evening.nnJeff immediately fell to the cottony strips of fabric on the sands of the cage. "Good Lord," he said in a faint whisper. "Is that all these women want from us? Tickling our feet and procuring our sperm?"nnMartin, who likewise lie on his share of the fabrics, said, "I guess you are new and don't know the story."nnJeff turned to him. "Finally! Can you tell me what the fuck is going on here?"nn"Since my charming wife, Madame deSade, has a big mouth, I learned a lot more than I think most men who've been enslaved here have," Martin began. "I am not sure of the origin of these savage ticklers, but I think they may have been young girls who crash-landed here years ago. There were men who tried to take advantage of them, and raped them, and the guys were summarily killed, I believe, but not purposefully. The leader of the men was apparently very angry every time one of the young things tickled him to try and get them off of their bodies, and damn," Martin cried, "I can understand that! Anyway, somehow, they stumbled upon this sappy substance out of one of the big trees on the island, and they found out it could immoblize a man, and they also found out it could make him extremely horny. Whether the men found it or the girls, I don't know."nn"The beeba powder?" Jeff asked.nnMartin grimaced and closed his eyes, "yeah, beeba!

Added: 250 days ago by mark

Time: 03:00
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Two Bimbo Bitches doing it on Fisherboat

She's coming today.nnI've thought about nothing else since she emailed to tell me she was back from Australia, and that it was time to put our plan into action. We've spent so long planning this, to the last detail, and I've thought about almost nothing else for weeks. I hope she hasn't either.nnToday, I've found it almost impossible to work; my mind slips to the debauchery ahead, and when I think of how good it could be, my heart pounds in my chest and an involuntary surge of pre-ejaculate escapes from my cock. I've tried to do nothing too taxing- had a run, read the paper in a local café, spent some time on the internet.nnI look at the clock again- almost 8pm. She'll be here soon.nnI check everything is ready. On the bed, several items are laid out on a towel. The smallest dildo is not small, at a brutal, ebony 10", but is dwarfed by the others; one with similar thickness but a full 18" in length with a suction cup at the base; a black rubber one, thicker but shorter, with a tube and rubber bulb attached; and a translucent purple monster of 17" with a shaft as thick as a soft drink can, and a head as big as a tennis ball. There are various types of hand cream, baby oil and KY jelly.nnI look in the mirror; I'm wearing a pink camisole top with a black lace fringe, matching French knickers, sheer black stockings with a seam down the back, a lacy black suspender belt and strappy sandals with a 5" heel. A narrow choker with a rose at my throat completes the ensemble. I've shaved my ass, balls and my legs, which I've always thought look good in stockings! I don't want anyone to see me like this, except the lady who'll be here shortly.nnA prearranged code of short and long buzzes on the entry phone alarm signifies that she's here. My heart leaps.nnI press the downstairs door release, and unlatch the flat door for her. She'll take approximately 1 ¾ minutes in the lift to get to the 7th floor of my building, so I check things again.

Added: 251 days ago by macho

Time: 19:25
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I'm a pretty lucky guy, one of the few who actually enjoys their job. My name's Dougray, and I'm a twenty three year-old police constable, or cop if you like, serving my great country in the beautiful, remote Highlands of Scotland, usually on road patrol. It's an easy number, most of the time I just park up somewhere quiet with the speed radar on and maybe pull some poor soul over for speeding offences about once every two hours and give them a ticket. nnMainly, I'm sat in the car either reading a book or winning money by playing internet poker from my lap-top. That's if I'm not getting a free meal at a local café, having a pint of beer in the back room of a pub or visiting a female 'friend' who's husband or boyfriend may be at work or out with his friends. Yes, life really is that tough up here in the high country.nnThe only thing I don't like is working the overnight ten to six shift. You can't get a free beer after about twelve o'clock! Still, sometimes there are compensations, occasionally glorious ones. The following is an account of one such summer night.nnIt was about eleven o'clock. I had just set up the radar on a back road and was now busy drinking coffee from a flask and reading the latest Irvine Welsh novel, musing how well he seems to understand those Scottish male traits of casual racism, alcohol abuse and petty corruption, when I was rudely interrupted as the old red trip light came on. A large Range Rover slipped by, about twenty miles-per-hour faster than it should have. I slung the coffee out of the window, dropped the book and went after it; sirens blazing. Oh, how I love that sound.nnI chased it down quickly and as the car pulled over I parked in front of it. I called and checked on the registration plate - It was a rented vehicle – then walked across to it, hand on my Tazer gun; well, you never know what might kick-off these days, and I've never used it on anyone yet, which surely is a shame.nnThere were two figures in the front of the vehicle. The driver's window came down and an interior light came on. A worried female voice with a sort of Mid-American accent spoke.

Added: 252 days ago by dimm

Time: 00:43
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The shower water has long since run cold. Those laughing, jeering voices have echoed into nothingness. Still I stand here, shivering and cowering, hoping like hell I am truly alone. Soon I will climb out of this cold, thundering stream and run through to the changing room. Naked. Those bastards have taken my towel and my sweaty cricket gear, even my box, shoes and socks.nnI flick the tap off, momentarily staring down at my pale, goose-pimpled body. I'm tall, around 6'3". Since I've gained height in a hurry over the last two years, I often feel uncoordinated. My wet arms are long and thin; lean, my Dad calls it. I'm like that all over. Sparse, black hair forms a triangle at the top of my chest and trails like ants to my pubes. To each soft, erected hair, a few tiny droplets of water cling, resisting the urge to run down my skin and join the rest on the floor. My nipples are blushing pink and have hardened in response to the cold air and water. Despite the temperature, the bruises are beginning to show on my chest. They sting a little as I move. I think the pressure of the shower has stirred them up. nnI'm not the sort of guy that cries. No, I grin and bear this sort of shit, give some lip and a fist back where I can. But today, grinning and bearing it doesn't cut the mustard.

Added: 252 days ago by dimm

Time: 00:53
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A Piss and a Blow

This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. It originally formed part of what was to be a trilogy, recounting the same events from the point of view of each of the participants. Sadly, it didn't work, so I've taken Meg's part, tidied it up and present it here, hopefully for your enjoyment.nn* * * * *nnI met Mike at a party. Actually, he rescued me. The football jock I went with got too interested in the booze that was available and tried to get too fresh, too crudely, too soon. It was only the first time we went out together and I told him forcefully that it was the last, then slapped him as hard as I could.nn"Why, you cheap bitch." he'd started and lifted his hand. I think he meant to hit me, but I'll never know for sure because his arm was stopped in its downward flow by the interception of another.nn"No, Jimmy. You don't hit ladies."nn"Ladies!" Jimmy said, "This bitch is no lady!"nnThat was as much as he said, when his face went white and sweat appeared on his face. I looked curiously at my knight-errant. Tall, well-built without any excess, sandy hair, blue eyes. Quite tasty, actually. I knew his name, Mike Henderson, and that he was an engineering student, but that was all I knew. He seemed to have a hell of a grip, because Jimmy couldn't break it.

Added: 252 days ago by dimm

Time: 03:07
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