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Biker Revenge

by Sway01 on Aug 11, 2018
BDSM

After 12 years in prison, you've just been released. Yeah you were in a motorcycle gang, and sure you sold drugs, fucked whores and got into fights, but you were framed for murder. Now you're going to get the gang back together and get revenge on every last one of them. WRITERS: Feel free to add your own chapters and branches to this story. Please read the S...

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A Payment of Reparations Ch. 01

by houseboyservitude on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

The Auction Block It is with great fondness and clarity that I recall the thrill of standing naked upon the auction block with my arms and legs bound in chains, as Black hands worked over my body in particular grabbing my ass and fondling my cock and balls. My collar was chained to my wife's collar, and I watched through the corners of my eyes as she too wa...

The Story of M the Virgin Ch. 02

by Pekka on Nov 5, 2018
BDSM

FROM CHAPTER #1: While M and her maid Marie were sailing to M's fiancé for M to be married to him, their vessel was captured by pirates. The two of them, and the wife of the captain survived, while the pirates killed all men in the vessel crew. CONTINUATION: M, Marie, and captain's wife were taken to the deck of the vessel, in front of the cheering crowd...

A Slave's Story Ch. 01

by silvercrow on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Chapter One: A Wondrous Beginning? A girl paces the slave pen in which she is kept her silks a faint pale color almost transparent in nature. Girl's heartbeats faster and faster as each of her jerags' sisters are taken out to serve and dance. Fear and anticipation overcome this girl. What ifs pass though her mind? Yet a girl knows she has the fire in her be...

The Weekend

by susanstoryteller on Sep 11, 2018
BDSM

This story is a continuation of my previous story The Auction. Although it has been written be to a standalone story for context it may be helpful for the reader to be familiar with the previous story. As always, your comments and feedback are greatly appreciated. ***** Marching down several long corridors in single file joined by the chains attached to ea...

The Journalists

by Wifetheif on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

I started in the participation journalism business because of my wife. Of course we started back before we were married. We met in college and quickly realized that we were soul mates. The fact that she was so easy on the eye certainly helped My wife is beautiful, long auburn hair, porcelain complexion. Fabulous legs and great tits. I won't lie, her looks op...

A Taste of Slavery Ch. 21

by Thors_Fist on Jul 29, 2019
Novels and Novellas

Lisa, Julia and Scott go to Brianna's estate and learn what slaves truly wish of their dominants. This chapter contains oral sex, intercourse, spankings and masturbation. Some of you will recognize familiar names. Ch 21 - A New Beginning? JULIA Lisa arrived five minutes before we had to go. We'd packed some beverages in a cooler as the drive was over thr...

The Fattened Bratty Catboy

by Sir Kata on Nov 16, 2020
Fetish

Chapter 1 – Introducing the brat himself It’s not very often that an adult neko gets to be rich. In fact, it’s nearly impossible to do, compared to how well regular humans are so capable of success in pretty much any industry. Anywhere you’d look, ranging from tailoring to textiles, from food service to manufacturing; it didn’t seem to matter what kind of jo...

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The Auction

by susanstoryteller on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Although this story is written to stand on its own, for context it is helpful for the reader to be familiar with some of my other stories. And remember this is only a fantasy. My name is Susan McAllister and for the last eight years I have been married to the most wonderful man in the world, my husband Jeff. Together we have a beautiful daughter named Sa...

Retiring the Wife

by eltee on Dec 12, 2018
BDSM

Carol stood silently at the open door to her husband's den, waiting for him to acknowledge her presence. Dressed only in threadbare, faded cotton dress that barely covered the cleft of her bruised thighs, she stared downward, the streaks of mascara from her silent tears only partially obscured by the stringy, tangled dirty blonde hair falling over her face....