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[bumper2] Just moved into the neighborhood
Kelli kept thinking about how they had only moved to the city two days ago. Mary and she were lovers and the farming town they lived in didn't respect that. Kelli had known she was a lesbian since puberty and had a crush on Mary all that time. Mary's idiot jock boyfriend had wanted a threesome to brag about with his friends. Kelli had agreed as long as he didn't fuck her. That was when Mary realised she was gay as well. The jock left when he finally got that neither was going to sleep with him. They themselves had tangled in the sheets all night though.
The next day he had already spread the rumors. Mary arguably got it worse, she was bi. It didn't help that they were attractive too. The townsfolk would mutter about how 'wasteful' it was for her big tits and wide ass to not want dick. So they decided to move to Rendo City together where they could be themselves. Her father wasn't speaking to her, but her mother warned her the city was dangerous.
They didn't have much money, so they found a studio in the bad part of town. It was nice, spacious, and the landlord didn't care what they did to the place as long as they paid the rent on time. The moving company was late so they painted the walls and drank a bottle of wine while Kelli filled out a couple applications to wait tables.
The boxes arrived late last night and they were too tired to unpack so they set up the bed, made it, and promptly messed it up. Mary was hesitant since they hadn't hung curtains yet but stopped complaining right around the time Kelli started licking her clit, turning into moans. She pulled out the big curved red dildo to add some extra fun. Kelli had never used one but it helped with Mary's bisexual yearnings. Then they cuddled under the covers in after sex bliss, naked and happy. In the middle of the night Kelli awoke, thinking she heard something out the large window but saw only the subway tracks. She pulled the covers around a little tighter anyway and held on tight to Mary until she fell back asleep.
This morning Kelli rolled over, her arms grasping for her lover. Her sleepy mind heard Mary in the shower and she opened her eyes. A man in a mask was staring at her. He was muscular and naked, his large dick erect. In his hands he held rope and a gun. From the look of it he knew how to use it.
Kelli let out a scream as the man grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her from the bed. She fell to the floor and he shoved the gun in her face, telling her to get up in a thick Irish accent. He placed her nude body against the tall bedpost, the smooth wood parting her thick ass cheeks, and tied her arms together behind it. Then he tied her feet together around the bottom. Kelli could see her perfect, supple naked form in the mirrors of the wardrobe.
The man pulled out a ballgag and wrapped it around her head, muffling her sounds. He ran his calloused hands across her hips, over her large tits and nipples, and finally down to her pussy where no man had ever touched her. He rubbed his cock up and down her thighs then picked up the dildo from the bed. With a laugh he spread her lower lips and roughly shoved it deep inside, turning it on to vibrate. It was the first object that had ever been inside her and it hurt terribly, stretching her cunt wide. That's when the sound of Mary's shower stopped. He stood behind the door and waited.
She came out drying her black hair, telling Mary to wake up playfully. Then she saw her lover tied and violated. Mary barely had time to let out a gasp before the man grabbed her and threw her to the bed. Mary struggled and screamed but anyone that heard didn't seem to care. In the mirror Kelli could only watch as the man violently penetrated her partner, madly humping away and laughing all the while. He knew how to use his dick too.
He smacked Kelli's fat cheeks and told her she was next, that he hadn't decided on whether to fuck her cunt or ream her asshole first, and let anyone walking by join in. He said he knew she wanted it since they had put on quite the show last night through the window. Said he had decided to tap her ass, use the dildo on her girlfriend to keep her warmed up. Said an ass like hers needed a thick stick inside and it'd keep her a pure dyke for ten extra minutes. Wondered if her cunt had ever gotten good dick before. Afterwards he'd call up some friends.
Kelli turned her head away from the reflection, closing her eyes tight against the sight of her love being raped. She couldn't shut out the screams and pleads though, listening to the wet smacks of his balls against Mary's pussy as the dildo inside her own did its work and brought Kelli to orgasm against her will.
Her mother was right. The city was dangerous. And all Kelli could think about was that they had only been here two days.

 

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[bumper2] Captured reporter
"Good evening Ms Roberts. It's so nice be graced by the presence of Rendo City's best investigative reporter. I heard you wanted the scoop on the new crime wave, and now it seems you have it. Of course I also have you. I do hope you don't believe that the Fearless Five will save you this time. In fact, I've gone out of my way to make sure they will follow a false trail forever.
"Clara, may I call you Clara? I hear no objections. Clara it is. You have been a thorn in my side for much too long. So now that I have your undivided attention let me give you an exclusive interview. I am behind all the recent kidnappings. I've left clues all over, incriminating some of my worst adversaries, so they won't be traced back to me. However all fifteen missing girls are in my brothel. Most have adjusted to their new life well, servicing the horny men of the city. In order to truly claim merit as the top whorehouse in the city though I need a great centerpiece. Luckily for me, that seems to be you. Now don't worry, in time you will adjust to your new life as a fuck toy for the wealthy. You are an attractive woman, and your celebrity well help catch a fair price. Several times you have uncovered my schemes. That is why I made sure that you would be my crown jewel.
"Now I can see in your eyes fire and disobedience. That will have to be worked out. My customers require complete submission. I see my associates have already partially undressed you. They probably wanted a view of the new goods. Not to worry, you may keep the clothes you are currently wearing. At least until they have been torn and shredded and fall off your body naturally.
"Speaking of which, I don't think they'll last past the whipping. Especially since I intend to whip you naked. As you can see it has several cruel blades on it, it'll probably take over an hour. I'm sure it'll sting quite a bit. But it is not for me to worry about that. It is for you to hope the end comes quickly. Your protege eventually tried to scrape them off herself. She's in the brothel dungeon now, several of my clients are using her for darker and darker pleasures.
"You must know however that part of the process of breaking you is giving you to my men after you are naked. I'm sure they will enjoy your cunt for the three days they have you. Several other holes as well. If you're lucky I may have you first after you're lying on the ground, pleading for mercy. Then will come the week long torture session to finish breaking your spirit. I'm looking forward to that part.
"Any questions, Mademoiselle Reporter? No? Good. Now let's get started shall we?"

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[bumper2] Master and I
We live a simple life. Master works hard everyday to make sure that I am fed and housed and well protected. He doesn't have to worry me about me being clothed. I have not worn anything in close to two years. It was one of the agreements we made when I became his.
We have a daily routine. All day he goes to work trading stocks, as I take care of the home. I clean and cook and do his laundry. I exercise to keep myself in shape for him. I wait for master to return home. He returns promptly at six p.m. from work. I have his dinner ready on the table, and sit quietly in my chair as he talks of his day. When he is finished I wash the dishes. Then I walk back over to him to begin our night.
I undress him carefully, removing his jacket and tie. Then his well tailored shirt. Finally his pants, where his member springs forth. I hang each article up come back to him, placing my hands behind my back. We were never married in the traditional sense, instead he proposed with a pair of handcuffs. It was the only ring I desired. He puts them around my wrists and tightens them, secure but not uncomfortable. I take comfort in the knowledge that I would not need my hands again tonight, the daily toil is over.
He walks to his chair for his nightly reading, pouring himself a glass of whiskey on the way. I follow behind like a lost puppy. Master will sit and spread his legs making his erect manhood accessible. He will pull out a book as I kneel before him. Master likes to read the great works and classics. Proust, Sherlock Holmes, The Iliad. I rub my face across his manhood before gently taking it in my mouth. Master enjoys reading a chapter or two before climaxing, so I make sure I don't go too fast and his pleasure lasts. Then he will unload his love into my mouth. I take care not to spill a drop, drinking quickly but carefully.
Master will put the book aside and stand. His soft hands will cradle my breasts to help lift me to my feet. He will walk over to the dinner table and sit back in his chair, placing his hands on my hips as he presses himself into my sex. Master feeds me, cutting the meat and bringing it to my lips as his long strokes stretch me wide and plunge my depths. Master knows I am full when I orgasm. Then he will release his second climax.
To the bath we go. Master turns on a hot shower and cleans me before taking care of himself. His soft hands rub the soapy water across my form, caressing my sensitive parts and rubbing away the soil of the day. Then he pats me dry with a towel.
By now it is bedtime. He lays me down on our mattress and I spread my legs wide to the sides. Master does not always make love to me at night, sometimes he is too tired from the exertion of the day, but I offer myself to him every night just in case. It always gives me a thrill when he takes me, the knowledge that his lust for me is greater than his exhaustion. Afterwards Master will lay next to me as I rest my head on his shoulder, preparing for the next day. On special occasions he'll bring out pleasure toys and help me stretch my limits. He knows I actually cry out in pleasure as each torture reaffirms our love.
I know this life is not for everyone, but for us it works. Much more than that! Master is the best partner I could have dreamed for. I know he will not leave me, or take another woman. I know he will not loan me out to others. Master takes care of me in every sense. It is a simple life we have and I love it.

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[bumper2] Stacy's mom

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Stacy's mom was a real looker. She was more than attractive for a middle aged woman. Gary, John, and I frequently talked about what she might look like underneath all those fancy of upper class clothes. Stacy herself wasn't bad but she didn't have the hips and tits her mother did. Stacy's mom also like to flirt, the little things she would say and looks she would give in conversation helping to run our teenage passions high.
She was a devoted socialite, not needing to work thanks to the alimony her ex-husband paid. One night we were sitting around after a frat party, talking amongst the three of us, and as per usual the topic of Stacy's mom came up.
"Hey, you know I bet she fucks like a minx." Gary slurred drunkenly. and late.
"Yeah," Gary agreed, "I'm sure she'd feel pretty damn good. What is it they say about older women? Like a fine wine. You know I'd taste her vintage all night long." Gary was a bit of a nerd in that way, always trying to sound intelligent.
"Well, maybe we should see if its true." I had been thinking about this more often over the semester. I was pretty sure the guys would go along with my plan.
"What do you mean?" John asked. I smiled warily.
"Well, I'm getting tired of only talking about her. The three of us can get the full experience if we wanted. After all, combined we have the perfect skill set."
John granted in his slow, brutish way while Gary looked puzzled.
"Look," I said glancing around to make sure no one else was in earshot, "We know she has a decent security system. Gary you're computer major, I'm pretty sure you can bypass it easily. John, as a defensive back you are more than strong enough to overpower any resistance she might offer."
John granted again, you could almost see the wheels turning inside his head.
"And what about you?" he asked, "what would you do?" I merely smiled.
"Well, I serve two functions. The first is that I'm an idea man. I'll come up with the plan, make sure she's home, that we won't be disturbed and that we can take as much time as we want. Second is that my father is governor. In case we are found out he has the pull make it all go away. Its a win win situation, obviously." John looked intrigued but Gary didn't seem so sure.
"I don't know man. I mean, it's not right. What if she doesn't want it?" I threw a grin at Gary and jokingly punched his shoulder.
"You think this is the first time I've got a girl that didn't want it? Plus you know how she flirts. She's practically begging us to take her. Oh sure, I'm sure she'll put up a token resistance. But just think of how much energy she'll bring, and how good it'll feel when she's wrapped around your dick." I could see Gary coming around to the idea, and threw the final straw. "It'll help you get over Megan too. You just need to fuck it out. I'm doing this for you man."
We spend the next hour sorting out how it would work. The next week it would all go down. I left that night back to my dorm room what a sly smile on my face.
The next few days I talked to Stacy back and forth, leading her on to get info out of her. Without realizing it she told me when the maid was away. She also let me know her class schedule, and her mother's daily routine. She probably told me more because I was such a great catch. It would look great to her mother's friends and her resume to catch a governor's son who clearly had political ambitions himself. It was time to enact the plan.
One sunny morning we went over by bus, walking from the stop. We climbed into the back, through the large garden, and to the back door. The reconnaissance I had done turned out to be fully true. No one was around. Gary easily hacked into the computer system, and we were in.
We quickly stripped down and stashed our clothes in a bag, only wearing our ski mask to protect our identities. Looking at the guys I was happy that they had taken my advice and shaved their junk. No stray hairs. That's when we heard her coming down the stairs.
We stood on either side of the door as she walked into a small breakfast nook. She wore a long blue dress and white gloves, getting ready for some function. She must have been on her way to a hair appointment, her full blonde hair was currently pulled back into a messy bun. She didn't notice us right away, but she sure let out of scream as John jumped forward and grabbed her around the waist, pinning her arms to her sides.
I quickly took a ball gag and stuffed it in her mouth, tying the belt around the back of her head to muffle her sounds. Thinking that the table was as good a place as any to start, John dragged her over and threw her down. She was still struggling but stopped when I pulled out the long hunting knife. I used it on the dress, cutting it from her body. Her lacy, lilac underwear was next to go. Then the bra holding her tits secure. I decided to leave her stockings and shoulder wrap on for fun, to remind herself how upper class she was. Gary worked on cuffing her hands behind her back. Jon took a couple long belts to strap her legs tightly together.
It had been decided but I would get the first fuck, it was my plan after all. Stacy's mom lay on the table, fear making her sweat. Gary grabbed a knee and pulled her legs wide. She definitely looked good for her age.
Stacy's mom held her breath, erect dicks on either side of her and the one in front moving toward her cunt. We used her for six hours that day, one by one, in tandem, all three at once.
That was ten years ago. I eventually married Stacy, who came into money after her mother's mysterious nervous breakdown. Stacy's father and I got drunk once together and I told him what I did to his ex. The next day he became my largest campaign donor. Now I'm governor, which protects my dark hobby.
After all these years though she's still my favorite. I close my eyes and remember her terrified expression the moment my dick pushed past her lips, sliding deep inside Stacy's mom.

 

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[bumper2] The New Hire

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Welcome to your first day on the job. It's good to see Mrs McCarthy already processed your paperwork. As you have been told, we have a very good salary and benefits package with full health coverage. Many of our female employees finish their contract able to pay off any school. Buy a house if they wish. I'm not sure what exactly you are expecting when you applied here so allow me to put all our cards on the table.
According to this contract we own your body for the next six months. I personally I'm glad you signed the waiver allowing piercings, whip scars, and branding. Tattoos as well. Don't worry though, our clients are strictly forbidden from damaging your face permanently. Now that you are here your real name is of no use. You will henceforth be known only as Scarlett.
Many of our girls sign with us for drug money but please remember that drugs or alcohol will not be tolerated from you during your employment. According to the contract, any breach of this policy well result in an unpaid six month extension of contract and ability to place you on our darkest desires floor, where anything the client wants is allowed. Your room is just down the hall, third door on the left. After your training today you may use it whenever you don't have a client. The personal effects you brought with you are not in there however, we store everything brought from the outside on the security floor. You will get them back after your contract ends. Please note that the wardrobe will house any outfits that repeat customers may wish you to wear. We do not provide any clothes otherwise, but I'm sure you'll get used to personal nudity soon. There is also a common room located one level down for just you girls as well as the cafeteria. As stated in the contract, during your employment you are not allowed contact with any persons outside the facility. We pride ourselves on the privacy ca our clients, do not wish any unnecessary distractions.
Since Mrs McCarthy has already generally prepped you let me explain what will happen today. Today we test your limits, seeing how generally prepared you are for our unique clientele. I know you've been standing in that position for over an hour. I saw it on the camera in the corner. It is good to see you have medium of obedience already. I'm sure your legs hurt and your arms are already sore from the rope holding them behind your back. Some of our clientele relish watching an attractive woman such as yourself do nothing but stand at attention all day, the tiredness in your limbs increasing your discomfort as the day goes on. Mrs McCarthy has already pierced your nipples and added minor weights. Through the course of today we will be increasing those weights tenfold, seeing just how much elasticity your body has. My first act will be to pierce your labia and add the weights there as well. In your contract you wrote that you are not a virgin, having had several sexual partners before. This is good. It will prevent initial discomfort and tearing. But of course, many of our clients enjoy doing just that.
After several hours more of you standing with increased weights I will move you to the chair. We will test the general amount of what you can take. Of course, the dildo will be used. During your practice over the next 7 hours it will be increased in size over and over. About halfway through I'll start on your rectum as many of our clients enjoy using that hole as well. We will further test your stretching during this time as well. A string from the piercings on your labia to our toes will be added. The string will be shortened over time, pulling tighter and tighter. We will also do the same to your nipples, seeing just how far they may stretch after this 7 hour ordeal.
Then we will move on to actual fucking trials. All three of your normal holes will be used over the course 4 hours. Next is pain tolerance. The paddle hanging above the chair is the least of these. We will practice whippings, floggings, needles, and fire play. If at the end of this time we decide that you are an acceptable edition to our harem your contract will be accepted and your job may begin.
You will have one full day to acclimate to the facility and meet your coworkers before you will start having clients. Also note any tips they give you after sessions will be deposited directly into your bank account. We do not take any cuts. Lastly, once a week staff members, from the janitor to the security guards up to and including myself and Mrs McCarthy are allowed a two hour freebie with any girl they choose as long as they have not already been rented by a client. You may be called. You will treat this as any other client, submitting completely to whatever demands they may make. You may also use this service, and it is the only time you're allowed to dom.
As a new hire I'm sure you will be kept busy for at least the first two months. Several of our reoccurring clients have already expressed interest in two and three day rentals of your services.
Now that the spiel is over, let us get started. I'm going to add weight your nipples, then pierce and stretch your labia. You will stand here in this position another 2 hours and then we will proceed. I do hope you work out for us, and remember that many girls are able to renew their contracts with a raise after the initial 6 months. It is a pleasure to have you with us Scarlett.

 

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[bumper2] Romea and Jules
Their two races had been at war for as long as Romea could remember. One side attacked the other, the other reciprocated. Generations had fought in the battles. Finally they both sent peace negotiators. At an old, abandoned shrine to a forgotten goddess of love they met. She had attended with her father, the king. So had their king's son.
Jules was strong and handsome, determined too. The attraction had been mutual and intense. Soon they had fostered a peace, forcing each side to play nice. More meetings came, neither liege understanding why their children wished to go alone to that ancient valley. Their mothers knew though, and were happy. That was three summers ago.
Romea looked down Jules as she rode him again, both bodies dripping with sweat. It was the sixth time in this day's round of negotiations. His hand tenderly gripped her soft thigh and held on tight as the harvest moon began to rise. Jules had just asked for her hand and both knew what that meant. Elves married just once in a lifetime, and they lived for centuries.
She hadn't answered yet. Looking into his blue eyes Romea knew what her answer would be. She placed a hand on his muscular chest as he thrust inside and smiled.
"Yes. Now let's finish together. We can continue these talks tomorrow. And forever, my love."
He gasped and smiled, and together they came.

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[bumper2] Tatiana's Fantasy

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Tatiana had sexual desires. Her desires were of the darker kind but she had always been scared to act on them. She had hinted at it to several of her ex's but none seemed interested, they just wanted plain old boring sex. None caught that she wasn't trying to hold their hands while fucking, she was trying to make them hold her wrists.
Finally Tatiana thought Greg might be interested, he was a little rougher then the rest. After a few months she was ready to come clean. He had been sitting on the couch and she pulled out his dick and got it hard. Then she laid on the floor.
"Where are you going, do you not want to have the sex?" He spoke in his husky broken English.
"No, darling. I want you to make me have the sex." She replied with a coy smile.
He didn't get it. Then he did and was repulsed by what she had asked. Tatiana ended it soon afterwards.
All she knew was that her thirtieth birthday was coming up and all she wanted was to finally play the victim in a rape fantasy. She started researching online, finally finding a message board with some like minded people. Someone named Sergei wrote her back and said he'd do it. All she had to do was come to the alley of Mercer St at ten o'clock on her birthday. He'd make sure it was just what she wanted.
One of her fantasies was rich girl and hobo. She liked the idea of a penniless stranger acosting her in public, where no one cared if she screamed. Tatiana had worked it out with Sergei earlier. She would go dressed to the nines and he would be grungy and dirty. She had asked for his picture but he refused, saying it would add to the thrill if she didn't know who he was.
The day took forever to arrive. Tatiana got dressed in excited preparation. Doing her hair and makeup in exacting detail. Then she put on her sexiest dress and heels. A shiver and thrill coursed through her curvy form in anticipation. She left in her car for Mercer St, barely looking at the GPS.
Tatiana arrived right at ten, parking close and walking the final two blocks. It was definitely a sketchy party of town. Homeless men were everywhere and more than a few turned their heads at the tasty girl walking through their midst. They gulped their beers and ogled the goods, the stench of filth everywhere. Tatiana loved it, Sergei couldn't have picked a better location.
She flaunted down the alleyway until it came to a dead end. There were two men warming themselves by a lit trashcan. They looked up at her and Tatiana waited expectantly, but both put their heads back down. Tatiana was confused and disappointed. She turned to leave and saw a man standing in her path.
He was scrawny and dirty, wearing clothes that were way to big. Rough stubble adorned his cheeks and she could smell him from ten feet away. A beer bottle was clenched in his fist. His eyes held unbridled lust. Sergei had dressed the part perfectly.
In a rush he came at her, shoving her body against an old, boarded up window. She could smell the alcohol on his breathe.
"No, please! Someone help! I have money!" The words poured forth from her lips but rang hollow. She wanted this. Even the men at the end of the alley ignored it. It gave Tatiana quite the thrill to think that they would watch.
The man grabbed the fabric covering her right breast and pulled it down. She hadn't bothered to wear underwear and the cool autumn air tickled her skin. It didn't make her nipples erect though, they had been hard since she stepped from her car.
She lifted a hand to push away his body. He grabbed her arm in his rough hand and raised it above her head, pressing Tatiana's arm against the rough wood. It was exactly what she had always wanted. He took the beer bottle and began to lift her dress white staring intently at her exposed tit.
The beer bottle touched her lower lips and she quivered deep inside. He dropped the bottle and grabbed her pussy. Tatiana was already wet. The man smiled and threw her to the ground, undoing his belt and dropping his pants. She tried to crawl away and he ran after her, erect dick wobbling in three air. He grabbed her ankles and yanked her prone frame toward him, scrambling up her body and shoving his cock in her face. She got a good look at it.
It was big, easily eight inches, thick and veiny. His pubes were a tangled mess around the shaft with heavy wrinkled balls right below. It smelled terrible. She knew where this was going.
She opened her mouth to scream but wasn't fast enough. The moment her lips parted he grabbed her hair and sank his filthy dick down her throat. He started humping wildly, fucking her face in wild thrusts, as Tatiana gagged over and over. It went on for only three minutes, his balls slapping her chin, until in a rush he crammed his full length in and squirted his hot and sticky cum down her throat. It was too much for Tatiana to handle all at once. She gurgled and spat, throwing her head back to rip his cock from her throat. He kept going to spray his seed all over her face, smiling maniacally the entire time. He bent and kissed her cheek sloppily as his body moved down hers.
Tatiana was in heaven. This was exactly what she wanted. She continued to cough and dry heave as his hands pulled down the top of her dress and began to mangle her tits. The man's still hard cock went between her legs and he hiked up her skirt, her ass scraping against the cold asphalt. It touched her pussy and her body trembled.
There was no resistance against his member sliding in. She was dripping onto the ground already. She put up token resistance, trying to push him away, and he grabbed her wrists and held them solidly above her head. His tip spread her labia and kept going, stretching her cunt wide. The sensation and wish fulfillment sent her over the edge and she orgasmed. Her body shook all over, pussy muscles spasming around him, as he began fucking her in earnest. Each thrust was hard and desperate, making sure she felt it, as he laughed at her discomfort. He held her arms with one hand as she flailed, and squeezed her tits with the other. His mouth sucked and bit her nipples savagely to leave bite marks on her tender flesh.
The rape continued like this for ten minutes, his throbbing, thick dick plunging deep into Tatiana as she wept. With a final few thrusts he buried himself deep and unleashed his spunk again. As it shot deep into her belly she came a second time, her body trembling and shaking as Tatiana's world shattered around her. He ripped himself out and stood over her, splashing his seed over her dress and tits.
When it was over he walked over to the wall and dry on the ground, lighting a cigarette and grinning like an idiot, grabbing his dick to rub as he watched her writhe on the ground.
Tatiana sat up. Her mascara ran down her tear ridden cheeks and she continued to cry, slowly coming down from the intense orgasms. Her labia scraped on the ground and semen poured out to form a puddle. She raised her head and saw the two men at the end on the alley staying intently.
Slowly she got to her feet, wobbling a bit on her heels. She pulled down her spunk covered dress and recovered her breasts then staggered slowly to her attacker. He just kept grinning. Tatiana bent down and kissed his cheek.
"That was wonderful! Thank you so much, this was the best birthday present ever." She grabbed his dick and ran her tongue up the shaft. "Don't worry about me getting pregnant, I'm on the pill. Thanks again Sergei!" She smiled at his stunned expression and stood, wiggling her hips as she walked away. Before she left she tossed her head over her shoulder and shot him a grin. "Maybe we could make this a weekly occurrence? Same time next week? I'll dress as a cop." Tatiana winked at the two men down the block and blew them a kiss. Then she sauntered back to her car.

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Sergei looked at his watch two blocks away. He had been looking forward to fucking this girl Tatiana, but he'd been waiting for an hour. Oh well, he thought. Sometimes women chickened out. No worries. Another girl wanted him to break into her house tomorrow night. He'd just make sure to work his frustration out on her.
As he walked back to his car he saw some hot girl coming out of Mason St. He watched as she got in her car, making sure none of the hobos around hassled her. This was a rough neighborhood after all. Damn, he'd bang the fuck out of her if he could. Too bad more women weren't into rape fantasy.

 

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[bumper2] Rough Ride
Choose your own adventure!

Spoiler: Description

The midday sun had burned bright on Akemi all day. She had been out on patrol in the flatlands since word of poachers in the area had reached her superiors. Of course they had sent her out. Akemi had been gathering evidence to expose her boss, Brutus. The big man had been taking bribes from poachers in return for looking the other way. She had kept it carefully hidden but knew he had his suspicious.
The hunting camp was easy to find. They hadn't even bothered to put out the fire. Dead animals and bottles of liquor were everywhere. These guys weren't pros, just doing it for fun. Akemi crept closer and looked around. A big tan hummer was here but no sign of the huntsmen. She had just turned to leave when she heard the sharp crack of a stick behind her.
Akemi turned to see a muscle bound man holding a rifle. It was trained on her. The man leered and came closer and she froze, slowly raising her hands. Then in a stroke of luck he tripped on a rock and tumbled forward, the gun falling from his hands.
She pulled her own sidearm and shouted for him to get on his knees. The man did as he was told as she approached with the handcuffs. He raised his head to look at her, then looked over Akemi's shoulder and smirked. It was the only warning she got.
Two more men grabbed her from behind and threw her to the ground. She fought back as best she could but was no match her attackers. The smaller one pinned her arms over her head while a fat one sat on her stomach and raised a large hunting knife. With the sun behind his head Akemi couldn't make out his face.
The man grabbed her shirt and pulled it down under her breasts, cutting off her bra with the knife and exposing her skin to the hot air as she screamed. The other man came and held her legs while the fat one made short work of her pants and panties. They practically drooled while ogling her curvy frame.
The fat one grabbed her right teat and squeezed hard. She could feel his thick member pressing on her sternum through his pants. Then he picked up a bottle of whiskey and turned his head to drink. Now Akemi could clearly see Brutus's ugly face.
He ignored her curses and unzipped his pants. Akemi kicked and screamed but he merely smiled as he spread her legs and then her labia with his massive cock. Soon he was laughing at her cries of anguish and grunting as he destroyed her sex. Soon he laughed harder and unloaded his spunk deep into her belly. He got up and wiped his dick on her stomach, motioning to the small man to take his place.
That one lifted her hips and shoved inside. Akemi continued to scream and struggle, tits wobbling back and forth, desperately trying to escape. The musclebound man shut her up by ramming his member down her throat, using his legs to pin down her arms.
When all three had finished they dragged Akemi into the bare field and tied her spread eagle on the ground. The burning sun baked her defenceless skin and soon she was covered in sweat. They merely drank in the shade and laughed, occasionally coming over to rape her.
That was four hours ago. Akemi was exhausted, her skin on fire, her muscles sore from being stretched. She opened her eyes as Brutus walked towards her, whiskey bottle and rope in hand.
"My best customers are thinking of breaking camp. We're almost outta booze and it's gonna be cold tonight. Don't worry, you're coming too." He smiled evilly and held up the bottle. "I wanna play a game though. Here's how it'll work. I'm gonna shove this up your cunt. If you can hold it in until were get to the cabin we'll let you go. You'll be naked with no supplies, but you might make it to a town. If it falls out? Well, we got a lot of toys to use on snitches. Sound fun?"
Akemi's throat was to dry to answer but she wouldn't have had time anyway. In a quick motion Brutus jammed the neck of the bottle into her pussy. She screamed again. Then he tied the rope around her throat and dragged her to the hood of the hummer. Akemi's own handcuffs latched around her wrists, securing her to the hood. Then the men got in and took off down the bumpy dirty road.
Akemi clamped down on the glass bottle, holding it tightly inside her sex. She knew Brutus was truthful. Better to try than let these sadists use her for fun. That's when she felt the sting of a whip on her back. The pain was so intense she almost let the bottle fall. Brutus yanked the rope, pulling her backwards onto the hot metal of the car, and snapped the whip over and over. In the distance Akemi saw a small shack on the horizon. It was only five minutes away. The whip cracked and she screamed. The bottle slipped out a little. The setting sun roasted her body, glistening with sweat. Hold on five minutes, Akemi thought as the whip came down again and the bottle slipped a bit more from her tired pussy. Just five more minutes.

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What happens to Akemi? Does she lose the bottle or keep it in for the long trek back to civilization? Neither way will end well for her.

 

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[bumper2] Fuck Club
Welcome to Fuck Club. We have a few rules you must follow.
The first rule of Fuck Club is you do not talk about Fuck Club.
The second rule of Fuck Club is you DO NOT talk about Fuck Club.
Third rule, if someone says "stop" or goes limp, taps out the fuck is over.
Fourth rule, only two people to a fuck. At the start.
Fifth rule, unlimited fucks at time.
Sixth rule, no panties, no condoms.
Seventh rule, fucks will go on as long as you want to.
Eighth rule, if this is your first night at Fuck Club, you HAVE to fuck. Me.
Now let's begin.

 

[tanuno]

[bumper2] Summer Abroad

Spoiler: Description

Anaya wanted to find out who she was. She spent the summer backpacking through Europe, leaving everything material behind except her wallet and passport. She visited all the best places. Paris, Rome, Madrid. She'd had a lot of fun in Amsterdam. Soon, unfortunately, it was time to go home. She had just finished her undergrad and started med school in a month. She had two weeks left and was going to Greece.
It was beautiful and warm there, with quiet but friendly people and great views. Cheap drinks too. She was passing through a small town on the way to Athens and stopped at a hostel for the night. There was a bar down the street and she stopped in for one, which of course turned into four. The ouzo was strong here, and she quickly went from her normal quiet and reserved self to her loud and happy 'let's party!' mode. She was laughing with some locals when a heavy set man approached her.
"American, eh? How much for night?" He said in broken english while ogling her body. Anaya was used to men making advances, she was an attractive girl with a nice rack and red highlights in her black hair, but this surprised her.
"You couldn't afford me, creep." She spat back, showing off her annoyance.
"You be surprised. How much you think you worth?"
Anaya had never really considered it but had a pretty high opinion of herself. She was also drunk.
"I'd probably make ten grand a week just on blowjobs. Men would pay well for this ass." For effect she stood up, knocking over the drinks on the table, and smacked her butt in frisky confidence.
The man looked at her thoughtfully.
"I make bet with you. You Americans like drink, right? We drink. You drink me under table I give ten grand. American. I drink you under table I keep you until you make ten grand profit through sex. Then you keep ten grand."
Anaya thought about it. That money would definitely help with school. She didn't trust the man though.
"You don't have that much." She looked over at the two guys she'd been chatting with, currently cleaning the spilled drinks off of themselves. "Right?"
One of the guys looked up at her. "Oh yes. He owns half the town, including this bar."
The other piped up. "Don't know why though. He's a lightweight. Can barely handle his liquor."
"But I've already been drinking!"
The man called over the waitress and threw back four shots in rapid succession.
Anaya thought it over again, sizing him up. The alcohol kicked in and she threw caution to the wind. You only live once, right?
"Ok, you're on. But you're paying for the drinks."
They sat at a table as others crowded around to watch. The man motioned over the waitress and eight shots apiece were brought over. Soon Anaya was heavily drunk but the man showed no signs of slowing. By the time they made it to the last shot Anaya was getting worried. Her head was spinning and she couldn't fully remember what the bet was for.
"I thought he couldn't handle his drinks?" She said aloud to no one in particular. An answer came anyway.
"Oh yes, he only drinks one bottle of ouzo a night."
Anaya turned her shocked head back to the man and downed her shot.
"That's ok, I can do this all night." She smiled. Then her head hit the table as she passed out.

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That had been a week and a half ago. Anaya had awoken in a soft, plush bed with the sunlight on her face, nursing a hangover. She was naked though, with her arms tied behind her back and a thick leather collar around her neck. A long chain was attached from it to the wall, and the man sat in a chair nearby. The man told her she had slept late, it was time to go to work. That's when she remembered the bet. She tried to beg but he dragged her to the market before sitting on a bench. Another man had approached and asked how much. Her captor stated the price was whatever she negotiated for. He wanted her 'American pussy' but she insisted on just a blowjob. He shoved his smelly cock in her mouth, fucking her throat with reckless abandon. At his climax he gripped her head and made her swallow. Then he wiped the excess on her cheek and walked away. She had made ten dollars.
A figurative and literal stream followed in his wake, including the two men she had been talking to in the bar. They made sure to unload on her chest and squirt in her hair. Many men wanted her pussy, and several wanted her ass but Anaya kept it to only blowjobs. At least she got better at negotiating. By the end of the day she had made five hundred dollars.
A cop arrived and she begged him for help. He nonchalantly told her that prostitution was illegal. Anaya gave him a freebie and he took fifty bucks.
That night the fat man chained her to a wall and gave her a warm bath, then hand fed her an excellent dinner before leaving to go to the bar. The next day work started again. She got very good at giving head, gagging less and making them come quicker so she could get to the next customer. She had several repeat clients. The cop came every night for her mouth and his cut.
It went on like this all week. Anaya spent the day getting covered in semen and the nights staring at the wall, hoping for escape. She did the math over and over in her mind. She was making good money, better than she expected, but she wouldn't make the ten grand by the time she needed to be on the plane. Maybe she'd have to actually spread her legs a couple times. She could charge more for it.
The next day just seemed to drag. Anaya was tired and sticky, cum on her face, legs, and pooling on her chest in a thick layer. The cool air felt good on her skin though. She hadn't worn a stitch of clothing in a week and was now completely used to it. Soon the cop would arrive. A new customer approached. He was different than the others, primarily in the fact that he was completely naked. He was fatter than her 'host' with an already erect thick fat cock as well.
"So you're the new whore I've heard so much about?" His words were punctuated with bellowing laughter. "I'd like to sample your cunt! How much?" He started rubbing his cock on her cheek.
She looked hesitantly at his girth, already dripping, before responding. "Blowjobs only. Forty dollars." Anaya always started high to give room to haggle down. She didn't know how she'd get it in her mouth though. His response surprised her.
"Only forty? Done! Open up!" He practically rammed his dick at her lips.
Anaya tried, she honestly did, but he was thicker than anyone she had ever encountered. His tip barely made it past her teeth and even with stretching her lips forward she could barely stroke his shaft. With her arms tied behind her she couldn't use her hands either. It didn't help matters that it smelled awful, no telling when the last time he'd washed it was. Anaya gagged several times. After ten minutes he pulled out of her mouth.
"THIS is the best head in town? A dog could do better!" The loud man shouted for all to hear. "No one go to her anymore! Americans give terrible head!"
He was shouting so loudly people in the market began to look up. If this man killed her business she'd never get home...
"Wait! Wait... you can fuck me... just quiet down. Please."
He looked thoughtful before responding. "I want more. To make up for that I want your asshole too. And I'll fuck your titties for good measure! I'll pay you two hundred for each."
Anaya was in no position to argue his desires. The price was up for grabs though.
"Five hundred each. You'd be the first, that costs extra."
"I'll pay three fifty, and I want a crowd to watch!"
That was inevitable. People were already starting to gather. Without another word she lay down on her back and stretched her legs wide to the sides, exposing her cunt for all to see. The fat man smiled and knelt down, his thick tip touching her nether lips. Men standing around began to cheer and catcall. Anaya knew there was no turning back. Every man in town would fuck her now.
As he forced his cock into her sex painfully she gasped and looked over at her host. He smiled and watched intently, the chain still in his hand. She could go back to America, become a doctor, try to put this behind her. But she would never forget who she was. Anaya was a whore.

 

[tanuno]

[bumper2] About to start

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[tanuno]

[bumper2] The statue of Bacchus 1, 2, 3
"Worry not, Carya. You have been chosen as this year's Bacchanalian sacrifice. It's your own fault, truly. You said we'd have a fine harvest but we did not. Of course you said it in passing and in hope but it counts all the same. You made our troubles and now you'll make our sacrifice."

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"Let us remove your virgin coverings. You won't need them anymore, since you will be losing your virginity to Bacchus. His stone member is always hard for the sacrifice. You may keep the coverings over your breasts. His hands won't hold those."

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"Feel the god as he enters your sex. Here, allow us to hasten its entry. This will ruin you for any other man. At least your breasts will remain perfect for our semen later. The boys of the town call the right Lyco and the left Orphe after your sisters. They too are plump and round. Tomorrow the revelers may use them after we take you down."

 

[tanuno]

[bumper2] The statue of Bacchus 4, 5, 6
"Can you feel how tight her virgin slit is? It's as if we were pressing him into a walnut tree. See her sex stretched apart as inch after painful inch of Bacchus enters her? Struggle, yes, fight. Your cries of agony are ecstasy and your every squirm hastens your descent."

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"The spiked member of Bacchus has been completely buried to her womb. It seems Carya has passed out. Not everyone can stand the thrust of a god. Let us back to the festival. I wish for more wine and the orgy is soon to commence. Her sisters may have protested the sacrifice but both wish to lay with me tonight."

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"They called you Carya, did they not? I sense your pain, for I am Bacchus. They have brought me many sacrifices over the years for my feast but you, Carya, are perfect. Allow me to embrace you."

 

[tanuno]

[bumper2] The statue of Bacchus 7, 8, 9
"I wish to feel your full flesh so your shirt is unnecessary. Allow me to remove it for you. My followers were incorrect, I wish to grasp your breasts, feel their fullness in my hands. You may feel some changes. That is because I am turning you to stone. We shall make love for all eternity."

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"They placed you upon me, but inexpertly so. Allow me to properly realign you. I know my manhood causes you great discomfort but in time you will become one with it. Your breasts are exquisite. So soft and tender they were before the stone overtook them."

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"Now your legs are accepting the change. Let them be comfortable, they will stay in that shape forever. Allow me one mighty thrust inside. There we are. I can feel the muscles clenching me tight, wrapping my pointy girth in their rocky embrace, despite your scream. "

 

[tanuno]

[bumper2] The statue of Bacchus 10, 11. and 12.
"Your arms and hair have changed, the transformation is almost complete. No, don't cry. It is rare to be chosen by a god, even if one must lose their mortal existence for the choice. Already your body cleaves to mine, your womanhood squeezing my member. Allow me to be enough in trade for your wasted life."

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"The change is nearly full. There goes your brow. Now your chin. Allow yourself to embrace this with a smile frozen on your lovely face. It is ok, I accept your gasp instead. Now only your eyes left. Enjoy being one with me Carya, my love."

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*Several millenia later*
"Here we have an artist's rendering of Bacchus and Carya. According to the myth, Carya had the gift of prophesy. Bacchus loved Carya and took her, changing her into a walnut tree afterwards. Her sisters Lyco and Orphe disobeyed the god and were turned to stone."
"Isn't it beautiful? You can see the love on her face. The sculptor truly captured how much she wanted him."
"That's great babe. Hey, how about we go back to the hotel and fuck, Bacchus style? I'd enjoy that more."

 

[tanuno]

[Assman] Koras's Spanking

 

[tanuno]

[bumper2] Adding a little spice to Valentine's Day
"Honey, can you put these on for me and we can play?"

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[tanuno]

[Godless8] BDSM Club

 

[tanuno]

[Godless8] Chair Rider

 

[tanuno]

[Godless8] Rodeo