Trouble was, she liked being fucked. Liked being fucked hard, by men who didn’t try to be nice. Nice men were sweet, but they couldn’t fuck her right—not unless she could make them angry—sometimes this worked. She had found out early about herself—knew then that she was going to be a slut. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 16 minutes; 3500 words.

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THERESE BRANDED: Two slavegirls’ love for each other is ruthlessly exploited. THE PROCURERS: Three experts ’turn’ a naive girl in the course of an evening. NOW: A thoroughly broken girl is made to relive the experience, and is taken to new depths. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2400 words.

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

Estimated reading time: 3 minutes; 600 words.

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As for my first fucker, Sir James, he had not finished with me that night; smiling, standing over me, kneeling naked at his feet, still breathing hard and brokenly from the twin effects of breath deprivation and having my mouth filled with his thick come, he shifted, deliberately made his cock slap into my cheek, insolent, demanding; ‘Entertaining as that was, girly, you haven’t accomplished your task in the slightest— if anything, it’s stickier now than it was before; I think you need to try again— only this time maybe just use your tongue. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 15 minutes; 3200 words.

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‘… did you hate it so much? He was laughing at me, and in the end I had to laugh too, even though I had, truly, hated it; I was blushing hard at the same time; caught by the usual trap Jason had me in—simultaneously ashamed of how I was with him, and excited by it. ‘Yes—yes, I did hate it! You were so busy talking to all sorts of people I don’t know, and … and your uncle—or whoever he is—kept talking to me, and smiling at me, only he wasn’t really talking to me—he was just … just … looking at me!’ Looking at you? Oh! You mean looking at your tits, looking at your legs—as if he was thinking about fucking you?’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 56 minutes; 11900 words.

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‘Well … it … it seems to have a theme about love and submission … um … obviously… I mean, she is in love, and that’s what … what gets her into … into that place …’ ‘Roissy, you mean—or the dungeon?’ ‘Um … um … all of it, I suppose… And … and then she is sort of ‘given’ to the older man, and somehow, despite the horrible way he behaves, what he does to her—she decides she’s in love with him—and lets him do much worse. And then, at the end, it seems as if she might die if he doesn’t want her.’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 22 minutes; 4600 words.

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After a languorous afternoon spent on the terrace of a very pretty country hotel he’d taken her to, Sophia had asked him, over dinner, what she might be able to do for him. ‘You do everything! Pay for everything, think of everything, plan everything, say all the funny things, read all the interesting books, choose what things we go to. And .. And I’m grateful. I .. I’m .. happy with it that way, but .. but.. I don’t know - there .. there must be something I can do for you!’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 11 minutes; 2300 words.

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And she—for the first time in the weeks she has been in this strange place, with its increasingly dreamlike quality—she had given herself over—offered herself, accepted—even in the presence of his laughing friends with their crude jokes—had not held anything back from him, allowing him to open her thighs to show them just how wet she was, how her hips kept thrusting with fierce little jerks; her arousal, her need unmistakeable. Her cheeks hot, her voice soft and throaty with desire, facing them, she had begged him to make use of her as if she were his slave. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2600 words.

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‘Show me the ring, please.’ Her whole body shifts, subtly— comes alive, comes into focus, accentuated, her movements more precise. Clearly, strong emotions are coursing through her; equally clearly, she is determinedly controlling the expression of those emotions as she elegantly, slowly, lifts her hand, splaying the fingers slightly, offering it for inspection, the muscles relaxed, but tiny trembles indicating just how hard it is for her to achieve this. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 13 minutes; 2700 words.

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Holding me, his dick still semi-hard inside me, his voice rumbles, responding to my little laugh of incredulity, of wonder; ‘I’m glad you’re entertained, pretty, but your mouth has duties to perform. It’s your job to clean me up, you see— to suck away all this stickiness.’ And then, somehow, I was on my knees in front of him, confronted again with his gnarly cock, now shining with our mingled juices, his hands at my shoulders, then on my head. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2500 words.

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