Posts Tagged ‘M/f’
The Bartender and the Slave
I was a bartender. It was a job I loved. I could usually find the kind of woman I wanted to play with by talking to them and sniffing out their submissive sides. So many women who came into bars alone were looking not just for sex, but for really rough sex, and I could read them well. That’s how I found my slaves. I would engage them in conversation and eventually get them to talk about sex, what they liked. I would bring up spanking and bondage and if I saw that spark, I knew I had them. Sometimes I would play with them for a while just a little roughly and concentrated more on the humiliation side. I would tell them to come back to the bar dressed just so, sit on the barstool with skirt raised and naked underneath, spread their legs. I would make them lift their blouses and reach over the bar and play with their tits and nipples. Eventually I would take them home and hurt them, oh how I loved to hear them scream and beg for more pain. One day Sarah came into the bar and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was one of them, but she wouldn’t give in to it or to me. But she kept coming back anyway. Deliberately not sitting at the bar, trying to pick up other guys, but always looking back at me. So tonight I got another bartender to cover, and I walked over to her. I told the guy she was with that the bitch was mine and I grabbed her by the hair and took her to my van, threw her in the back and chloroformed her and took her home. Now I [...]
The Debt II
Bangkok, Thailand A man walked through the door of the building. It was a filthy establishment. He looked to the stage and saw a young woman - sixteen or seventeen by the looks - being raped. She was fighting it, but it was obvious that the men would have their way regardless of how she felt. The man approached the bar. He ordered a whisky and got it, in a glass so filthy he was almost afraid to drink it. "What the hell," he thought. "If this doesn't kill me, the damn cirrhosis will." Looking at the stage, he waved to the bartender. "I thought there were three sisters working here," he said in heavily accented Thai. "They are up next," the bartender said. "In about five minutes from the look of it." The girl was choking. One of her rapists had shoved his dick too far down her throat and was having difficulty getting it back out. As the audience watched, she turned blue, went into convulsions, and died. To the man's amazement, at least half of the audience was clapping politely. This definitely was a strange culture. After the stage was cleaned up, three young women came out. According to the MC, they were sisters. They were Elizabeth (20 years old), Melinda (18 years old), and Amy (18 years old). Other than the man, they were the only white people in the Asian-filled building. The oldest one waved at someone off-stage and a man came out leading a horse. After tying reins to a ring in the floor, the man left. Elizabeth immediately sunk to her knees and [...]
Griselda
Discovery There can be few places as deceptive as Nether Slype. The churches are well attended and the all children say their prayers. Such presumably innocent pleasures as the fete, the sack race, and the village pantomime are milestones in its calendar. There are also summer and winter sports gatherings, though all these events, I later learned, are curiously unique to the village. There are two pubs, a school, two shops — one with a post office — a tea rooms where the old ladies gossip, and a Saturday market where you can buy anything from a home-made cake to an antique grandfather clock. The village garage takes forever to fix your car, the mobile bank comes once a week, and the small library boasts the 1974 edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica. The few Saturday-night drunks are harmless; there is no vandalism and no rowdiness, which is as well, because Jack, the village bobby, couldn't handle more than the mildest altercation. Nether Slype nestles among wooded hills, and the woods encroach into it. It is a place of nooks and crannies, green shades, cool shadows, high hedges, privacy, and footways. There are bridleways where big-bottomed, bouncing-bosomed girls ride their ponies and other things besides — very vigorously. The long, curling, hedge-rowed lanes are overarched with heavy branches of wimpling leaves. The river murmurs under the mediaeval bridge, flowing fresh and clean, down from the higher hills on the Welsh borderland. [...]
Brothers and Sisters: A Revised Episode
Page 1. More than half an hour had passed since the last of her daughter's whimpering had subsided which was an hour after her screams were at their fiercest. I finally permitted her mother, Nora, to stand outside the unlocked bathroom door where Kitty hid inside. Hid inside from any further abuse from me, their kidnapper and her earlier tormentor. Nora knocked ever so softly. 'Kitty. Kitty, it's your mother. I want you to come out.' There was complete silence as we both waited for a response, me in heightened anticipation. Such mother daughter moments were precious and irreplaceable. Nora knocked slightly louder and faster. 'Kitty, please come out. Come out or I'll come in instead.' Kitty objected quickly. 'No, Mom, no. Don't come in.' 'Why? Why not sweetheart? Why?' 'Please Mom, please, because, because I don't want you to see me. Not this way. Is he still out there? Is he out there with you? I don't want you to see what he did to me.' Nora directed her mother's instinctive fury my way. 'You bastard. What did you do to my daughter? How did you make her scream? You filthy bastard. What did you do to her? Why doesn't she want me to see her?' I was prepared for her anger, for her resistance, in that I had my trusty twenty-two pistol in hand, the one I'd used to kidnap them with several hours earlier and two hundred miles removed. I'd grabbed them in the underground parking garage of a swanky hotel where they were attending a benefit for Lymphoma, a form [...]
Zara: Pierced and Branded Slave
Part One Zara had no idea what she was getting into. She had agreed to go out with Bret only because her agent had asked her. Zara was your typical straving actress desperate to get ahead in Hollywood, and desperately in need of that elusive first break. She had to literally wrestle with Bret, just to get him to stop kissing her. Another casting couch affair, Zara muttered to herself. At least Bret was a different producer than most: he called her a cab and gave her fare to get home. But that was six hours ago. The cabbie never had any intention of driving Zara home; he was another lackey on the payroll of the producer Bret. And he had been instructed to drive into a dark alley and incapacitate poor Zara. Having worked these jobs for Bret before, the "cabbie" was more than a match for the pretty young thing. When Zara regained consciousness, she immediately felt a tremendous throbbing in her head where the cabbie had landed the handle of a gun. She meekly opened her eyes to find that she was in the center of some meticulously adorned prison cell. It was basically four gray walls with a wide range of assortment torture devices. Zara recognized only a handful, and of the others she would have prefered to have been ignorant. "Well, I see, my proud little plaything has opened her eyes again," Bret said as he opened the steel door; the only way in and the only way out as far as Zara could tell. Bret was still wearing the suit and tie combo he [...]
ZERO – the training of a slave
CHAPTER ONE Introduction to Slavery The girl woke with a start. She could not see a thing and realised that she was wearing a blindfold. She tried to take it off and found that it was locked in place. She realized that the blindfold was the only item of clothing that she had on. She was totally naked. She was beginning to panic. No one had seen her naked body besides her Doctor since she was a little girl. Where was she? She tried to stand up and quickly realized that she could not. There was only 4 feet of head room. As she tried to explore she realized that she was in a cage that was 4 feet in every direction. As she put her hands between the bars of her cage she realized that the cage must be suspended in midair as she could not feel a floor beneath the cage, nor any solid walls. She felt the cage rock as she moved. She tried to think. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was celebrating her 18th birthday with her boyfriend Stan McManus. Stan was handsome, rich and handsome, the star quarterback on the football team and guard on the basketball team. She loved to watch Stan play basketball when seeing his well muscled frame brought a tingling feeling between her legs. She loved Stan, and he loved her, enough that he even joined her in taking a vow of chastity until marriage. She felt it was important to save herself for their wedding night and Stan, rich handsome Stan, went along with her on this, as he did on so many other things. Of course she was [...]
Zimbabwean Revenge
Ever since blacks came to power in 1980 in Rhodesia and the country became Zimbabwe, whites who didn’t emigrate have experienced hard times. Years of white rule left the black majority with a taste for revenge and retaliation. Now that they have the power, blacks have harassed whites, especially over the issue of land ownership. White land owners have been threatened, bullied, arrested and had their land confiscated or “purchased’ by government over their opposition. Whites singled out as “troublemakers” and “racists” have been subjected to harassment and abuse. This is the story of one such couple, Erik and Pamela Pieters. When their land was “bought” by the government, Erik, working with a “radical” law firm, filed suit to contest the sale and get his property back. He also wrote letters to the “resistance” newspapers criticizing the government and threw his support to opposition political parties. This earned him the attention of the government’s state security forces. Pieters was brought in for questioning more than once. During these “interviews” he was browbeaten and warned to curtail his opposition to the government. But Erik was a stubborn man and he kept writing letters and filing claims. The word came down to intensify the pressure. He was again picked up, but this time he was brought to a camp outside Bulawayo, run by Joshua Mutumbami. The facility had been labeled by Western newspapers as a “torture [...]
Zsuzu
Chapter 1. The meeting "Suzie! Suzie stop! Suzie, you stop right there do you hear!!! SUZIE!! SUZIE!! SUZIE STOP!!! STOP!!! NNNOOOOOO!!!" A passing cyclist heard the screams coming from a portly black woman as she struggled to run after a little girl who, heedless of the heavy traffic thundering along the narrow road, was running dangerously close to the kerb. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the woman trip and fall heavily, spilling her shopping. The little girl of mixed race turned and laughingly cried out, "You can't catch me now Granny!" Oblivious to the danger, she suddenly she veered to the road. Taking in the situation the cyclist pushed the pedals harder to try and catch the infant. On the very edge of the kerb, Suzie paused and once more turned to call out to her grandmother. That call saved her life. The cyclist braked alongside her, preventing her further entry into the road. Suzie looked up, startled and saw the man leap off his bike and grab her around the waist. She screamed. To her he seemed awesome. Not just old like her granny but he had a long beard and wore baggy trousers and a woolly bobble hat. As she was about to scream again, the man's soft but forceful voice spoke to her, "Calm down, little one. You're not hurt but it seems your granny might be. I'm going to lift you on my bike and we're going to see how granny is doing. Okay?" Without waiting for a reply, he sat [...]
The School Trophy
Chapter 1: The Girls First day back from end of year break the hero of our story, Principal Meyers, is already hard at work. The school soccer team had come back with the state championship and he has to reward them for their hard work and dedication, but how? As he roamed the hallways, the excited squeals of the new junior girls echoed off the walls. A brand new gaggle of thirteen year old girls, excited about first day of their first year in 'Big School'. Already making new friends, and realising they were going to be at school for another 6 years with old friends; chatting boastfully about seeing their favourite teen idols over the holidays. Our hero couldn't help but gaze at their slender hips, the rake thin legs, and barely budding chests. He would wait patiently for their first PE class to get a good look. He always loved the daily prefect meetings behind the two-way glass of the girls change room, "what a blessed life" he thought. Just at that moment it all froze; as he turned the corner, he saw them. A couple of the finest preteen specimens he had ever seen; your youngest daughter Loli and her best friend Mae. Two distinctly different animals with one thing in common... they made his dick twitch like no others before them. (more...)
Small compensations
The news spread all over Italy in seconds. Miss Natalia Firenze, the famous judge in the case against Mafia Boss Mario Botto, El signore, was dead. The media immediately suspected his hand behind her accident. Only three days before her death, a commando of 40 armed men had rescued their boss assaulting the jail, leaving behind them 17 death guards and more the one hundred injured. The connection seemed clear. But Botto was the first surprised, he was so surprised he offered 5 million Euro for anybody finding Miss Firenze, dead or alive. Hundreds, no, thousand of people started searching the small hold and the sea where her little vessel exploded. Deficient fuel system, said the police investigations; a real accident. But no one believed. And they were right. Natalia was neither dead, nor in Botto's hands. As soon as she heard about Botto's escape, she knew her live was threatened. Knowing about the dangers of being Judge in Italy she never founded a family so when it came to flee she could do without hesitations, and what better place to hide than Death. She faked her own death and escaped to the States with a false Passport. Miss Marilyn Noone, being her English good enough to fool everybody. There she decided to hide in a small village and to start another life, far away from media, fame and Italy. (more...)