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A New Bride

A new bride and fifth wife of an arranged marriage, Desiree learns what it means to be a proper wife.

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The Clock Master part 3

If you want you can leave a comment. I like the criticism and if you want to hate, hate I don’t care oh 1234secret is the other author check her out.

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My Innocent Addiction

Mr. Thomas has always wanted the youngest girl in the Evans family. His sights set on her for years, watching her growing. Now, he has her, and can do whatever he pleases…

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Cowgirl Sex Slave

I have taken some ‘inspiration’ from a few different stories for this. If you want more, you better post a comment, because otherwise I probably won’t add on to the story. Far less violent then my previous ‘works’ but don’t worry, new parts surely would have some torture…
We just moved into the new ‘neighborhood.’ We had moved out into the country, for god knows what reason. My parents wanting to rekindle their love or our family relationship, or something bogus like that. I was 12, and pretty much pissed that we had left all my friends behind. It was spring and school was ending so we just didn’t bother enrolling me for the last two weeks. So I had nothing to do and no one to hang out with. We had a pretty huge new farm, I wasn’t to interested in being farm girl, so instead I picked up a book and walked as far away as possible.
I found a really pretty tree orchird. I sat down under an apple tree, and opened my book. I had lost myself within it for hours, my locks of curly golden hair spilling over my face, and shining in the sunlight—when something blocked that sunlight. I looked up, it was a boy. Looked pretty young, probably 7 or 8. He was a little cowboy, with boots, a plaid shirt, and a cowboy hat.
“Who are you?” he said.
“I’m your neighbor, Angela, what’s your name?”
“Josh. We don’t have any young neighbors.”
“Well you do now, we just moved in.”
“Huh. You want to be friends?”
“Sure.. I geuss.”
“Then let’s play a game.”
“I think I’d rather read.”
“How do expect us to become friends, if you won’t even play one single game with me?” He said, frowning.
“Ok” I sigh, “But only for a minute,” I say, putting down my book.
“Okay,” he says “Your the lose cow, and I am the cowboy, I’m trying to wrangle you with my rope,” Which he picks up off the ground “And your trying to get away. Okay? Go run!” surprised I jump up and lightly jog away from him but almost instantly feel the rope fly around my head, and over my upper torso, wrapping around my arms. He pulls me tight, and pulls me back to him, quickly, he runs his end of the rope around the tree, and then back around me, and pushes me to the ground.
“Hey! You didn’t say you would tie me up” I yell falling to the ground, he continues tying me to the tree “Ow, this is too tight, okay the games over, untie me!” I say, struggling.
He leans forward smiling, “Your my cow now. I caught you fair and square.”
“You never said this was apart of the game.”
“This ain’t a game no more.” He says coldly, and suddenly leans forward and kisses me.
“What the hell is the matter with you?” I shriek, spitting him off my mouth.
“I don’t think your in a position to protest. Look, if you don’t like what I am doing, just get up and leave.” He smiles, leaning in and kissing me again, supressing my screams and squeezing my devolping boobs with his hands through my shirt. “You see, out here in the country” he says, stopping kissing, “We start things a little bit earlier. Kissing, dating, sex. All that fun stuff.”
“Untie me right now, you little perv, wait tell I tell your parents.”
“For some reason I don’t think they’ll care much,” he says, grinning. “Now let’s get these clothes off of you!”
“No fucking way, let me fucking go, this is against the law! It’s rape even!” He pulls off his boots, while I continue to scream protests and insults, pulls off his socks, and shoves them both into my mouth, holding them in, he takes the end of the rope and ties it around my head, securing them in place, and stopping my screaming instantly. “Those must taste pretty bad, huh?” he smiles, moving down to my legs.
He unbuttons and unzips my jeens. And, with a quick yank, pulls them off, so I am sitting there with just panties on. I am just glaring at him, and he smiles up at me again. Staring at my eyes, grinning still, he grabs my underwear, and starts to pull them off. Slowly I am completely exposed. I pull my legs tightly together, but he still has a pretty nice veiw.
“That’s just lovely. I like the natural look, with the hair and all.” he says, patting my bare mound. I blush as embarrassment of the situation floods over me. I am tied to a tree, by some kid who is probably 4 years younger then, and completely naked from the waste down, and he is in complete control. I stop screaming into my gag, and just start whimpering, instead of glaring, pleading with my eyes to let me go.
My arms are starting to burn, my shoulder just aching with agony. My jaw is sore from being stuffed full of stinking socks. Now I just really want to go home and forget all this happened. “Aw, you want to play nice now? Too bad, I don’t play that way.” He says, pulling my legs open with some force. I push them together as much as I can, and he continues to pry them open. “Bitch, stop resisting. Are you really going to make me tie them open?” I start to cry feeling totally hopeless, as he takes a second rope, and ties it around my ankle, its fairly long, so he simply pulls it around the tree, and ties the other end to the other ankle, spreading me really wide open.
“That’s so much nicer. You look so much better this way, then you did about 20 minutes ago, you have no idea how much better.” Now my legs were aching in pain. I was stretched so wide open, they already hurt just like everything else. Now I was just hoping it would get over with as quickly as possible, so the pain would go away. He grabs me by the hair, and inspects may face, I breath heavily and tears begin flowing freely, he smiles, yanking harder on my hair.
He let’s go of my head, and returns to looking at my now, wide open pussy. “God that is just asking to be fucked. You ever been fucked before?” he asks. I just let my head fall down, lower my eyelids, and stare at the ground. He grabs my hair again, hard. He pulls my head up, staring into my eyes, inches from my face and screams “Slut I asked you a question! You fucking answer when I ask you a question, you can still nod your head.” he drops me again and I just slowly nod my head ‘no’ “Fun, that means the first time will be with an 8 year old.” I’m still crying as he reaches down and strokes my pussy. I try in vain to pull on the rope holding my legs so wide apart, but quickly give up, and continue to stare into the ground, as he molests my virgin pussy.
“Don’t worry, slut, you’ll grow to love it.”
He looks down at his watch “I’m supposed to report to my brother when I get you under control” He rubs his groin “but I know he is going to take your virginity, which really isn’t fair, considerin’ I did all the work. Just this once, I’m going to fuck you first.” He says defiantly, as if he wasn’t even talking to me anymore, “I don’t care what in the hell he does to me.”
He unbuckles his belt, and pulls down his pants. His cock seemed huge. I mean, for a kid especially, and I had never seen one in the flesh before. He moves towards me, moving his cock directly towards my face, rubbing it along my lips “You like that baby?”
God it was so humiliating! How could this kid be doing this to me? I was older then him and he was putting his thing on me, it was just plain disgusting. He let it drool along my face pulling it away, and brought his attention to my pussy.
“I’m not one for much foreplay, my brother is, he has all kinds of foreplay; but for me, I just wanna get to the fucking.” He says, positioning himself in front of my virgin pussy. No, I try to say, through the gag, but it just comes out as “Nmph!”
“What was that darlin? If you don’t want me to fuck you, all you gotta do is say “no.” He says, grinning again. “Nmph, nmppppphhhh!” I moan, “Looks like you do then,” He says stabbing into me.
As he pushed in, it was so painful. This fresh pain, awakening the pain I was feeling all over my body again. I kept crying out through the gag, begging him to stop, but he ignored me. He came up to my resistance “Here we go!” he yelled, quickly pushing through, and breaking my hymen. Blood came out around his cock, and he started to fuck me, juices mixing with blood. I felt no pleasure. It was all pain. My shoulder, neck, jaw, legs, and the pain from my first fuck. I just wanted to roll into a ball and die. Please god just kill me, get this kid off of me!
He fucked me for what seemed like forever, then painfully yanked on my feet as he pushed deeper in, shaking all over, I felt warm spread throughout me, and I wanted to puke, I almost DID puke, but I had a gag in my mouth and quickly swallowed. Finally he went limp and pulled out of me.
“How was that for a first fuck?” I just glared at him, trying to kill him with my eyes. “Don’t worry, slut, you’ll grow to love it. Now I really ought a go find my brother now. He is going to be pretty mad that I fucked you first, but I don’t care no more. Don’t go anywhere.” He said, patting me on the head, and left.
To be continued… based on response. Next part would be longer, this is just a trial run.

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The Attacks Chpt. 1 – Kieran

This is a story about a young boy getting raped. It is the first in a series. It is my first story. Look at the themes if you don’t like this kind of stuff then don’t read it.

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The Toy, The Theatre

These are two short stories i wrote when on a bus, sorry about the length but they arent meant as proper long sex stories only as quick reads. Enjoy

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Mom Regrets Me *-* I Fuck Her

*I enjoy writing just as much as I do reading. So I will propose this… If any of you enjoy this
certain story and would wish me to write another one, then write me a story for me to read. And then
I will write another one. The story you write doesn’t need to be long. Something like a short story.
Something you might spend like 30 minutes on. After you write your short story, request the plot for
the next story and I’ll write it. It may seem stupid, but I do this because it gets the audience to
write a bit and go back and forth with story teller.
–This is complete fiction and fantasy. Not real events.–
When I was 17, times were tough. I had grown up in poverty as an only child. My father was a
horrible fucking bastard. He was a drunk fucker who didn’t give a shit about his family or what
happened to them. He was rarely home, and I preferred it that way because I knew that if he was
home, he would either be beating on me or my mom. My mom wasn’t very innocent either. She didn’t do
anything about the abuse. She just let it happen to both me and her. Either she didn’t care or she
liked it. She was a drug addict by day and a whore by night. All throughout the day, I would often
see my mom, shooting up, popping a pill, or smoking something. I didn’t know what she was doing and
I didn’t want to know. Most of her day consisted of doing a variety of drugs on the couch. I would
sit in the living room with her and watch TV. Sometimes I couldn’t stand to watch her ingest drug
after drug, so I would often retreat to the kitchen, where I spent most of my time. At night, I
would be in my room with the door locked. Every night. I didn’t know everything that happened in the
house at night, but I knew enough to know that it would be safer for me to stay in my room. I would
hear the front door open and close all night. People leaving and coming constantly. Through the door
of my room, I could hear the dull thumping on the wall pierced by my moms pathetic groans and
screams. I was disgusted with my life. I was disgusted with everything happening around me. I had
overflowing anger, but more importantly, I had an abundance of lust.
As much of a whore my mom was, there was no denying her beauty. She was gifted with a natural beauty
that no amount of drugs could seem to diminish. She was about 5 foot 7 with black hair and green
eyes. She had a perfectly plump ass and electrifying thighs. Her tits seemed to defy gravity due to
their sheer size and perkiness. They were huge, but still perfectly shaped. I had no shortage of
moments in which I saw my mom naked. It was actually a common occurence. Sometimes, she would be
completely naked on the couch just smoking and watching TV. She rarely spoke to me anyway, so what
reason did she have to be embarrased if I saw her naked? Her face, with the exception of her
expression, was of an angel and was so effortlessly beautiful. The reason I said “with the exception
of her expression”, is because her eye lids were always half-way closed. Her eyes were almost always
bloodshot, and she often had dark bags underneath her eyes. Most of the money she made went straight
into food, or make-up or anything that would counter-act he drug use. She ate constantly throughout
the day and I could hear her puking in the bathroom every night. She needed to keep the illusion of
youth, or business would be bad.
Angry and horny. Those were the emotions I felt all the time. I was always angry at my dad and my
mom. And I was constantly horny. The days in which I saw my mom naked didn’t help either. I was
living a pathetic existance and I was sick of it. I wasn’t an innocent child anymore. I knew my mom
was a pathetic crack whore. And I knew how much she regretted me. There wasn’t much I could do
except hide in my room. All I did in my room was think, so it’s no surprise that one day I came up
with the idea to rape my mom. It was a logical decision. I hated my mom because she hated me. And I
was a horny as fuck. It was as simple as that. One might look back at this and admit that it was a
bad choice and they regret it. But I would do no such thing. My mom deserved everything that she got
and I plan to tell you exactly what I did to her.
As I sat in my bad, I created my plans. My moms schedule was like clockwork.
– Lay on the couch naked, covered with dried jizz from the night before and in a drug induced coma
all morning until the afternoon.
– Eat and smoke and watch TV until the evening.
– And whore herself out to dozens of men all night.
It was so perfect, I had to make almost no preperations or precautions. I would wake up early, (6
am), and venture into the living room. On the couch I would find my naked and unconsious mother. She
would no wake up until at least 12. I had 6 hours to do anything I wanted to this slut and I had
never been more excited.
Still in my bed, I grabbed my water bottle and drank a generous amount of water. This would help me
wake up early enough to carry out the plans. Drinking all that water turned out to be a waste of
time because I couldn’t go to sleep anyway. My mind was like a tornado and there was no possible way
I could sleep. So many angry thoughts and sexual visions ran through my head. My cock was pulsating
all night. Twitching, and leaking. Aggravated that it could not release. The sexual tension grew
exponentially all through out the night, and by the time it was 6 am, I was extremely anxious. I had
an insatiable sexual desire and a burning rage within me. I was going to get revenge on that dirty
fucking whore that gave birth to me. I cringed at the thought of me coming out of the pussy of a
peice of shit person like that. At some moments I even thought of killing her, but I figured she
should have to suffer by living the rest of her life this way.
I got out of bed and removed all clothing. I would have no need for them for the next 6 hours. I
walked into my bathroom and looked into the mirror. In the reflection, I saw a man of strength and
passion. Not a boy. My face was flush with anticipation and my cock was rock hard. I walked to my
mom’s room with a single dastardly purpose. I yanked open the top drawer of her dresser. I knew that
this was the drawer where she kept her work supplies, (AKA sex toys). I had rumagged through the
drawer once before but it seemed she had made some additions to her collection. One such addition
was an enourmas 12 inch black dildo. It was a pleasant surprise and I got an evil spark in my eye. I
grabbed her newest toy, and some lube from the drawer. I then went to the kitchen to get a few
common household items for the fun I was about to have.
With my supplies in hand, I entered the living room and found a very similar sight. My mom was on
all fours, with her face down and ass up. Her head had been shoved fairly deep into the couch
cushions and you could only see half of her head. The last guy to fuck her in this position must
have left her this way after she probably blacked out while they were fucking. Her hair was covered
with dried cum and clumped together in bundles. Her pussy, (which was clearly visible in that
position), looked raw and red and was still moist. I stuck my finger in her pussy and felt around.
It was extremely warm and wet. A trail of cum followed behind my finger as I removed it from her
body. Her asshole looked somewhat distored. I squirted out a generous amount of lube and spread open
her pink asshole to investigate. I could see something. I shoved four fingers in and attempted to
grip the object. I grabbed hold and carefully began to pull my fingers out of her ass. As the tip of
my fingers reached the rim of her asshole, I could see what the object was. It was one of her
smaller 6 inch dildos. I knew my mom was classy, but wow! I wiped my hands and turned my attention
to her head. I grabbed her head by a wad of hair, and I yanked the head out of the depths of the
couch cushions. Her mouth was wide open, drool was dripping from one corner, and her face had red
pressure marks from the texture of the cushions. All I could do was smile in anticipation. I let go
of her hair and let her head fall back down on the couch. I then violently grabbed her hair again
with my left hand and and grabbed her ass with my right hand. Fingers on my right hand were inside
both her asshole and her cunt so I had a good grip. I jerked her body up and off the couch. Still
holding her in the same position, I went into the bathroom and stood over the tub. I began to swing
her body slightly, and then let go. Her lifeless naked body hit the edge of the tub and slid down
the side into the bottom of the tub. The tiny toss would most likely leave her with some bruises. I
looked down on my lifeless mother’s body with a satisfactory grin. She looked so helpless. I turned
the knobs and water began to rush from the tub’s spout and onto the sexy hunk of flesh that was my
mom. I let the tub fill halfway, then I began to clean up my little whore mother. I washed her hair,
her cunt, and her asshole. Even dirty girls have to get clean, do they not? The bath felt like a
ritualistic preperation for the ceramony that was about to occur. I drained the tub and grabbed my
mom with both hands underneath her armpits. Her slick, squeeky clean skin felt great on mine. Pangs
of horniness shot through my cock and I couldn’t wait much longer. I carried her back to the living
room with her legs dragging on the floor. I threw her onto the couch in a sitting position. Her legs
were splayed out in a “V” shape and her head leaned back over the back of the couch. I jumped onto
my mom and straddled her limp body. I grabbed her head and tilted it towards me so I could see her
face.
“I’m gonna be your favorite customer, mom.”, I said with glowing eyes and a small grin. I pushed her
still damp hair out of her face and behind her head. I leaned back still holding her left cheek in
my left hand. I removed my right hand and pulled it back. With great force, I released my hand and
allowed to it collide with my mom’s right cheek. It produced a loud snapping noise, and her head
flung to the left. I then grabbed her head with both hands again and re-adjusted her head. I put it
upright so it was facing me. I stood up, still stradling my mom’s body and grabbed my cock with my
right hand. I instinctively wrenched another wad of hair on her head with my left hand. With her
scalp in the tight grip of my left hand, I manuevered her head to come closer to my cock.
“You regret giving birth to me, now you’ll regret having your son fuck your mouth.”
I thrusted my cock into her open mouth and began to explore her insides. I immidiately buried my
entire cock into her throat. Her top teeth were resting at the base of my penis and I could feel the
hard ribs of her esophagus surround my cock. I violently fucked my moms throat for quite some time.
All the while, I could hear gurgling and sloshing noises from deep inside my mom’s throat.
“You’re going to have a sore throat tommorow mom. I’ll have to run down to the store and grab some
advil for you.”
I removed my cock from her mouth and release her hair. Her head fell back to the couch and then
tilted over to the left. She was still producing deep gurgling noises out of her gaping mouth. She
must be choking on my pre-cum. I reach down with my right hand and grabbed her tit. I carressed it
and massaged it, exploring every bit of this large sexual object. The skin was extremely smooth and
warm. I rubbed her nipple and occasionally pinched the thin peiece of flesh with my finger. I
squeezed and kneaded her nipple with my fingers until it was red. Her nipples began to become hard.
Even in her unconsious state, her body was reacting to me and I was again becoming engulfed in
sexual desire. I grabbed her body by the shoulders and pulled her towards me. At the same time, I
backed away and allowed her to thump into the ground. The collision had sent a shockwave through her
plump ass which then sent shockwaves through my cock. I positioned her with her face smushed into
the ground and her ass up in the air. A position similar to the one I had found her in this morning.
My sexual desire had grown so much, that I felt like I needed to beat my cock into orgasm. (Or in my
case, an unconsious lump of flesh to beat up with my cock.)
Without applying any lube, I slowly manuveured my cock towards her pink asshole until the tip was
resting at the entrance almost like giving it a gentle kiss. I slowly, but forcibly, jammed my cock
into her asshole. Normally, in a case like this with no lube, the flimsy cock wouldn’t be able to
break through the asshole and would eventually bend. But my cock was as hard as stone this day and
it was no problem getting it into her ass. It was like inserting a rigid stick into her ass. My cock
didn’t flinch as it penetrated deeper and deeper into my mom’s asshole. The sensation was just what
my cock needed. An extremely rough entrance with a tight fit. So tight, sometimes it felt like my
cock was being strangled. If her unconsious ass would have decided to flex of twitch, it might have
crushed my cock. My whole cock was inside her ass and loving every minute of it. I eventually
managed to squeeze some lube into her hole. I was now rapidly fucking my mom’s ass, occasionally
pounding hard into her insides when I came back down. As I fucked her ass, I leaned forward over her
back and reached down and under her body to grab her tits. I squeezed both gigantic tits with my
hands. I could barely contain her tits in my hands. Mounds of flesh on her tits overflowed over my
hand. I could feel her tits ripple and shake everytime I pounded my hard cock into the tight
asshole. I was coming to the point of orgasm. I quickly exited my mom’s ass and flipped her body
over so that I could see her face. I got closer to her face and grabbed her head by the scalp again.
I directed my cock right in front of her face and let wave after wave of cum stream from the tip of
my pulsating cock onto the face of my mom. Each burst of cum was like a wave of ecstasy crashing all
over my body and concentrated on my cock. It was the largest load I had ever blown and the first
load I had blown on my mom’s fucking face. I dropped her head and heard a loud thump as it hit the
hard floor. My thick cum was drooping down her face. Some cum had reached her right eye and was
sticking to her eyelashes. Even after that enormous release of sexual energy, my cock had not
reduced in size. It was actually still as hard as it was before and now almost purple. My cock was
pulsating with dull pain which could only be alleviated by cumming. I grabbed my mom’s legs and
pulled her accross the floor a little bit to straighten her body out. I then grabbed her arm and
flung it back over to the correct side of her body. She was now laying on her back her her arms at
her sides and her face facing straight up. I walked up to her face and squatted down. I put my cock
in her mouth and just let it sit there. I loved the feeling of having my cock just sitting inside my
mom’s throat. Still straddling over my mom’s face with my cock in her mouth, I squatted down further
and applied even more pressure to the back of my mom’s throat. Early, I thought I had already
reached the maximum distance in her throat, but I was wrong. Her teeth were already resting on the
base of my cock, but were slowly moving farther down on the base of my cock each time I applied more
pressure. Eventually almost my entire body wait was sitting on my mom’s face with my cock
penetrating her digestive tract. Were my mom consious, she would most certainly be gargling on her
own spit and gagging and drowning on my huge cock. The sensation of pressure on my cock so deep in
her throat was enough to send me into another orgasm. I pumped globs of my cum deep into my mom’s
stomach. As I continued to leak my cum into my mom’s mouth, she began to violently cough, and
gargle. Her chest was violently moving back and forth desperately trying prevent drowing. Even her
unconsious body knew that a foreign object shouldn’t be that far inside a throat. I pulled my cock
from her mouth and got off of her face. I stood back and watched as she coughed up drops of cum from
her throat which landed on her chest. It appeared no amount of sexual pleasure could reduce the
intensity of my desire and my horniness. I needed more. And I needed to give my dirty fucking slut
of a mom more too. I grabbed both of her legs and pushed them up into the air and then back so that
her feet her next to her head. I scooted up on the floor pinned her legs in that position by gently
sitting on them. With my free hands, I reached over the to table beside me and grabbed a roll of
duct tape that I had found earlier. I severed two long pieces of tape from the roll, then turned my
back back to face my mom. Still pinning her legs in that position under the weight of my body, I
grabbed a big wad of hair with my left hand and and wrapped one end of the piece of tape around it.
I then wrapped the other end of the tape around her left foot. The duct tape held and I was able to
remove my hands from her left leg. The entire weight of her waist and leg was being supported by a
wad of hair. I did the same for the other side of her body. She was laying on her back on the floor
with her legs pulled up and over so that her legs are right beside her face. Both legs were being
supported by two different wads of hair connected to duct tape. Her cunt was perfectly visible and
accessable in the position. I hooked four fingers into her cunt and one in her ass and pulled her
over towards me. On my knees, I directed my cock towards her cunt and buried it inside with a
single, forceful thrust. It was warm, wet and tight. Her unconsious pussy muscles were milking my
cock while I fucked her. I didn’t cum inside her pussy though. I refrained from reaching another
orgasm so that I could have even more fun. I left her in the same position I had put her in and
grabbed the 12 inch black dildo. I rubbed lube on it and teased the opening oh her asshole with it.
I swirled it around a few times before plunging into her tight pink hole. I inserted it about 6
inches before I thrust it back and forth in her ass, but that wasn’t far enough. I stopped thrusting
the dildo and began to push it deeper and deeper into the her hole. It got progressively harder to
push. I was eventually pushing so hard that I had to hold her waist with one hand so I didn’t push
her entire body accross the floor instead of the dildo. Soon, I could only see 2 inches of the dildo
sticking out of her ass. I continued pushing until it got the the very end. I pushed with one finger
and watched as it slowly dissapeared completely into her ass. My mom now had a 1 foot dildo inside
of her. I stood over her a bit to admire my work. I fucked her pussy once more and then came on her
face again. Her face was now almost entirely covered in my cum and hair. I got more duct tape and
taped over her asshole many times over. I then duct taped her mouth shut, wrapped duct tape around
her head covering her eyes and attached more tape to her head and feet to further strengthen the
position. I smacked her thighs a few more times, sending sexy ripples through her thighs and ass and
leaving red marks. I put on some clothes, gathered up my few belongings and left the house. I never
went back to that house. I always wondered what her reaction was when she finally woke up. I’ve said
many times that I would have paid a million bucks to watch her wake up and try to figure out what
happened to her. But the fact that I did was enough for me. I lived with a friend until we graduated
high school. I got accepted to a local community college and ended up being a carpenter and a
fabricator. My life is just fine, and I often think about my mom. I know that if she hasn’t already
died yet, she’ll still be in that house living that pathetic, miserable life.

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What is a Jessica?

Young Jessica decides that the best way to discover the secrets of her next door neighbor, is to house sit for him and snoop through his stuff, while serching his garage she finds a wierd looking machine called “Jessica 3000”.

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Pussy Whipping Deanna

A young woman’s desire to be a sex slave and her burning desire to experience pussy whipping and the ogasm she thinks it will bring

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Caras twisted revenge in her family (Prologue)

This is kind of a prologue to the first story. A lot of you guys messages me saying you wanted to know how she knew Dodge and how the plan came together so this is a bit of that. Next chapter up in a few days. As always message me telling me what you want too see happen to this twisted bitch