Violence

Wren smiled when she saw her brother's ship in front of them as they were exiting Hyper - space. How long before we can fire? Shwe asked of the ship'd A.I. No longer than a half hour, her A.I. Trigon said. Stay out of sight and sensor range, Wren said. What? You're not going to take his ass and find out all you can, her father's voice replaced Trigon's. Wren scoffed as she checked the readings from her brother's ship. Really, father, I'd rather blow his ass out of the sky than get anywhere near him. So, are you any closer...

It was a four day weekend where I was going to get gangbanged in a mmmf that was arranged by a friend, but he failed to realize that the guys he found were actually in a gang. When i got there, i found out that i had walked into to this gang house, but they were cool, very relaxed etc., so I went along with it and did three guys. Afterwards, we talked and I agreed to stay and party for the weekend, to play some more. I was shown around the place a bit and then to a room, where...

Perfect Wife - Diary of a bad time 8-9 Aug 2009 I was in a central Manchester hotel celebrating a business success with my husband Paul. We’d had a bottle of wine with our meal then headed to the bar where we downed a couple of shorts before ordering champagne. Paul doesn’t drink much so I was feeling pretty good after two vodkas and most of the wine and bubbly. I blame the alcohol; it made talk about how I longed for my ex lover’s big hard dick right now. My husband had set me up for an affair with a...

Destiny awoke with a start due to cold grasp of the morning wind. In a sleep deprived daze, Destiny remembered where she was- her mind was drawn to her release and then to the years’ worth of depravation that she had endured in the dungeons. These cruel memories, forever chipping at her sanity, brought an angry tear to her hazel eyes. She thought about suicide, taking her own life instead of submitting to the whims of those perverted old aristocrats. But these attitudes were only momentary, they instantly perished and were enveloped by a steely desire to fight on, to survive...

The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Hikaru: the Perfect Slave Note: Mark's friend Tom requested a Japanese, young woman for his slave. Mark found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange student, at Rogers High School. June 6th, 2056 – Hikaru Hojou – Kyoto, Far East District I knelt in my fuku: a plain, white, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a short, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, white socks clung to my ankles. Everyday, my master Tom would select one of a dozen different outfits for his slaves to wear from traditional Japanese school girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes...

Chapter Four Jason was lying on his back, spread eagle and howling in agony. Keeping him pinned to the ground were several strands of barbed wire, burrowing into his hands and feet like earthworms, while repeatedly surfacing only to dive back down. He could feel it all, every tearing slip of the metal blades severing veins and muscle cords, the splitting of his skin as they surfaced and submerged, and every drop of blood spraying from the shredded arteries. He had already lost so much blood, enough to die several times already, yet it still hissed from his ravaged body in...

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