Estimated reading time: 22 minutes; 4600 words
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‘Now, Kellee, you might be surprised by this, but we have some work for you, already.’ What! They, of all people, must know I was the least ready of all of the group—some of the other girls, I knew now, had already been whores and strippers. All of them were more comfortable with their status, their chosen path, than me—and all of them spoke Russian, even the ones from other countries, while I was still groping for even simple words. ‘But .. I .. I’m not ..’ ‘I understand, pretty; you are right—you are not most sexy girl of group. You are not at all ready to be sexy escort. You have no training in the sex yet. Of course, we know this; and, of course, this is why you are selected; certain gentlemen like to use girls like you—innocent girls—girls without the tricks. Very pretty girls, of course, very willing girls; but not girls who are confident, not girls who know exactly what to do. Understand?’
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How She Fell (version 2) Pt1
A sugar daddy takes an innocent down with dizzying speed.
The ‘phone rang the next day. ‘This is Mr Karsh’ assistant. Am I speaking to Miss S..?’ ‘Um .. Yes, yes, that’s me.’ A weird flutter in my chest. He HAD been looking at me! Looking at my body, really. I had been a little shocked - such an eminent man. But it had been impossible not to notice. And I had been astonished to discover that I was responding, finding his rather crude attention interesting - flattering. I would never have expected myself to react like that! I kept cool - it was just an interesting sensation really, to discover that I could get flustered by the obvious attention of a rich old man - old enough to be my father.
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Estimated reading time: 45 minutes; 9500 words
CommentsTimmy Pt.2
He tells her how it will be, then takes her.
Now though, the experience of having been so comprehensively, selfishly and thoroughly used and abused by Karsh, of cooking for Karsh, all but naked, my ass alternately swatted and fondled at will, of being offered to Ninotsch like a party favour, all this had changed things. I knew, now, as a bodily experience, what it was to be in someone’s power, to serve because you have no option, to be consumed by the need to serve well, to satisfy, from a place of subjugation, rather than from self-motivation - and what it was like not to be in a position to trust your own judgement - when a capricious master is the only judge that matters.
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Estimated reading time: 31 minutes; 6600 words
CommentsThree Easy Pieces—two
Three shorts, provoked by pictures.
SHIT GOT REAL: a small town girl discovers that she has the soul of a slut. IT WAS RIDICULOUS: A girl finds herself becoming a live—in whore for her flatmates. ALL THE WAY: A bdsm slave can’t help but ask to be taken too far.
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Estimated reading time: 24 minutes; 5000 words
CommentsCan you die of shame?
A personal assistant is in too deep..
She was going to die of shame. The anguish which was tearing into her, her mind on fire, her body quivering with desperately contained energy - energy that should be being used to resist, to run, get away from this insanity, but which for some unimaginable reason she was viciously suppressing - this anguish would kill her, surely? Except that experience had taught her it wouldn’t - that she would survive this, this devastating, self-image destroying humiliation - that tomorrow morning, she would wake from a drugged sleep (she hasn’t managed to sleep without pills for weeks), alone in her small iron bed, alive, healthy (apart from the tendernesses), but with a snake-pit of burning shame mixed irretrievably with unlooked for excitement (be honest, call it arousal) writhing in her brain, in her belly.
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Estimated reading time: 25 minutes; 5200 words
CommentsSomehow…
A happy-go-lucky girl finds herself the sex slave of a narco.
Somehow it had all just happened. Each step along the way made sense at the time. Six months ago, she had been a student having fun at a weekend music festival. She’d met a cool guy, who had been fun, had known people, and had money. He was some sort of drug dealer, maybe. But he was still cool. He’d invited her on holiday. ‘But I’ve got my exams!’ But she’d laughed, and they were away; first class flights, good hotels, her own amex card. He liked to fondle her in public, liked her to dress in skimpy clothes. The resort was incredible, everything laid on, right on the most beautiful white sand beach … music, food, swimming. She’d asked him why there were few older women— mostly young girls, like herself, permanently in bikinis, sometimes topless, occasionally naked. ‘Yeah, yeah’, he’d said; ‘The young ones are mainly sex slaves.’
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Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 4000 words
CommentsThe Sweetest Thing
Her illicit affair with her father-in-law has become something much more dangerous.
It was at the same time the sweetest and the most terrifying thing in her life. And both sensations increased with each go round.
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Estimated reading time: 8 minutes; 1600 words
CommentsThree Easy Pieces - five
Three shorts, provoked by pictures.
Girls who have passed the point of no return, but who have not yet fully understood that this can be so. UNDERSTANDING OWNERSHIP: He makes her see just what it is that she must accept, if she considers herself owned. EN ROUTE TO BREAKING POINT: Rough usage in public places will move her along rapidly, he tells her - and proves. LEARNING SILENCE: A game of enforced silence is not a game, after all.
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Estimated reading time: 15 minutes; 3200 words
CommentsSweetie
She gave herself to a seductive mistress, only to become the common possesion of a whole network.
And so here is Sweetie, entering the room, heart rate kicking up, as it always does when she comes into the presence of the woman whom she considers (still, despite everything) to be the most important person in her universe, the most wonderful, the most remarkable, the most awe-inspiring, the most beautiful, the most terrifying, the most cruel, the most greedy, the most callous—in short, the one that makes her heart race and her knees wobble, her pussy get warm and her nipples stiffen, her mouth go dry, so that, even if it were not required behaviour, she would need to wet her delicate tongue tip and put it out to moisten her lips.
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Estimated reading time: 39 minutes; 8400 words
CommentsCastle Moments 1 — Three Vignettes
Captured moments from the stories of Castle girls.
From the perspective of the Members, Castle girls come and go. Some are more remarkable than others, but by the very nature of the harshly imposed restrictions, the radical and heartless reduction of them to willing and helpless sex toys, there is generally little depth to them, and consequently they are rather easily forgotten, their shallow depths soon plumbed, their few secrets explored and exploited. But for the girls themselves, the opposite is true — the Castle regime promises, delivers and imposes, moment after moment, without consideration, consent or warning, experience after experience, a technicolor vividness of feeling unmatched by anything in their previous or subsequent lives. Whatever a Castle girl’s recollection of her time in its grip, she will never tell you that it was short on moments of extraordinary, electric awareness, compared to which what passes for life outside the Castle walls might as well be in monochrome. Some of these moments are captured here.
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Estimated reading time: 34 minutes; 7200 words
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