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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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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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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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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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He wasn’t even a proper boyfriend. I mean, I saw him fairly often, had sex with him, occasionally went to places with him – but there was no real relationship, no depth to it, no thought in my mind that it could ever go anywhere. Which just makes what happened even stranger. Not that it matters now, of course. Nothing matters any more. But it intrigues me, going over it, how one step led to another, how improbable and – well wrong, it all was. Is. And yet when I think about each decision point, each place where I could have changed the way things went – changed them for the better, for the saner, for the healthier – I cannot imagine myself, at that moment, making any other choice than the one that I did make. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 4000 words

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The experience of walking in public, feeling semi-naked, with the unaccustomed weight of the bracelet/cuffs at my wrists, the cool air between my thighs and on my naked sex, my unfettered, uplifted breasts moving heavily in the thin blouse, the echoes of everything that has been said that afternoon ringing in my brain—this is all but overwhelming. I am soon trembling, walking along, conscious of the command to be always sexually inviting; terribly, terribly nervous, embarrassed, but at the same time pathetically desperate not to let him down, not to fail. The higher-than normal heels add to the feeling of vulnerability— I am convinced that everyone who sees me knows me for what I really am— a slut, a degenerate, a whore. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 18 minutes; 3700 words

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This chapter is deprecated. It goes too far, too fast. It is here only as a record of failure. It will be deleted once a rewrite is complete. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 24 minutes; 5000 words

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Waking the next morning, unaccustomed dull fires reminding her of outrage, of cruel abuse of her most intimate places, she knows that something has changed inside her, that she has lost something. It’s hearbreaking. The heartbreak is not, though, for lost innocence, for the bright promise of her relationship with him now violently shifted into a new, unknown territory. The heartbreak is is driven by the new knowledge of what is inside her. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 18 minutes; 3800 words

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The two pretty bimbos ahead of her, giggling to each other, flashing their eyes at her, knowing, grinning, teasingly jerking the chain that is snugging itself ever more intimately, ever more outrageously, into the folds of her sex, emphasise that this is not a secret shame, but one obvious to others—and not just the three of them, but those behind her as well—Lord K, frightening D, fascinating M. It’s all too much and Chloe, as soon as the door closes behind them, staggers, her thighs trembling, landing on her knees, unable to suppress a desperately weak, embarrassed giggle, overcome with shame and fear—again on the verge of hysteria. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 17 minutes; 3500 words

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Only one girl - that anyone knew of, at least - had ever come close to disturbing Anne-Marie’s aura of imperturbable control and omniscience. Liana. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 13 minutes; 2800 words

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