Lovely young women, driven by needs they don’t understand, in thrall to heartless predators. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 10 minutes; 2100 words.

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… fearful it is to fall into the hands of a living God. Hebrews 10:31 [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 11 minutes; 2200 words.

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And now, she finds she does want to cry. Because acceptance doesn’t solve anything—just makes it easier to manage. Acceptance of one thing is not going to mean that it’s over. In fact, it’s obvious that acceptance will just encourage more demands. Acceptance is not going to free her—but deliver her even more fully. And the knowledge—certain in her now—that she is going to accept those demands—encouraging more—and more extreme demands—which she is also going to accept, if she can—that knowledge is, certainly, a cause for tears—because they will eat her up—in the end, there will be nothing left of her but acceptance. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 33 minutes; 7100 words.

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Chloe, lovely Chloe; you know this won’t do. Boyfriends are supposed to be tolerant of emotional outbursts, to take an interest, to wonder if they’ve done anything wrong, to play the emotional game. But you know - you know that you know, that we’re beyond all that, now. Your emotions no longer matter - unless I want to see you emotional for my own pleasure - times when I may wish to see sorrow, humiliation or pain in your eyes. At all other times, you are to thoroughly and consistently suppress all emotional expression - what is expected of you is a smooth and vague expression of pleasant willingness. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 32 minutes; 6700 words.

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Estimated reading time: 1 minutes; 200 words.

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That’s enough, girly. Stop. Don’t make this something it isn’t. Yes—crazy shit has been done to you; yes, it’s been cruel, degrading and abusive; yes, it’s far, far beyond acceptable. But think; everything that has happened has happened because you went along with it. Wild though it got, you knew what you were letting yourself in for. He told you in advance. Nothing more will happen to you if you don’t want it to. Think about it—did you ever say ‘stop’? Say ‘No—I don’t want this’? [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 32 minutes; 6800 words.

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Now here she is—possessed indeed by him, folded into his life so deeply that she cannot even imagine trying to leave. Having discovered through shocking, shameful violation just what he wants from his possession of her, how absolute, how heartless that possession will be, that no matter whether she has been betrayed, tricked, abused (as no doubt her friends would describe the situation—and in truth, how she would describe the same circumstances applied to any of them), she has been changed, deeply reconfigured, that he has indeed successfully ‘moved her on’. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 42 minutes; 9000 words.

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You can’t get the idea of becoming an Executive Assistant out of your mind, can you? You keep wondering what it might be like. To be— like that. Don’t you? [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 30 minutes; 6300 words.

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I never meant to become a porn actress, but there’s no way out, now. Well there probably is, but it doesn’t seem likely that I could organise it. It’s not that I like the life - and having been typecast as ’the punky slut who gets more-or-less raped every time’ makes for a constant rollercoaster of emotions. But at the same time, TJ, arrogant manipulative bastard though he is, knows how to look after the ’talent’, in his way, and somehow I can never see a way out, either… [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 45 minutes; 9600 words.

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She leaned over and said, softly, in my ear; ‘I’m sorry I missed seeing you whipped.’ There was no real answer to that but a blush. My heart began to hammer; she knew what had been done to me the other night, which meant she knew how wildly I had come – knew I had been unable to avoid my own response after being whipped and gang-fucked by strangers. She stood back from me and watched. I looked up, wanting to see her eyes, see what she thought of me, frightened, but needy too. Her smile was like hot acid. Her face made it clear that she knew everything and was going to exploit my weakness to the full. I wanted to run, but couldn’t. I wanted her to take me in her arms, there and then, but she didn’t. I looked back at her, knowing, but not caring, that she would see the weakness in my eyes. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 41 minutes; 8600 words.

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