Just thinking back, sitting here, it all seems so unlikely; so bizarre, I guess. I was just an ordinary guy. Married, couple of kids, usual money owed to the bank. I was fine. Happy even. My job wasnt fantastic but it paid the bills. My wife was fine. She still got me excited...most of the time. So everything was hunky dory. Until that day, of course. I vaguely remember it was raining. I was coming in from work, the car parked outside the house, the

Anna sensed the doorbell had been ringing a while before she realized what the noise was. She pulled over a silk robe and made her way towards the main entrance. She was still a little drunk, more than she thought she would be, and was a little wobbly on her slender legs. She hadnt drunk much at the party, but had opened a bottle of champagne when she got home. Despite the humiliation she was in a decent mood when she had undressed and slid into her bed, the Veuve Cliquot in one hand, the dildo in the other.

Dan laughed as Destiny screamed. Her voice gave out soon, still sore from the raping a couple days earlier, but Dan s arm remained strong. After torturing her legs and ass for a while he moved to the front, targeting her stomach and breasts. Finally she passed out, but Dan refused to show sympathy now. Picking up the taser, he lifted her shirt and pressed it to her stomach. She jolted awake, shaking.

She had never imagined sex could make her body react this way, and she had certainly never dreamed her first time would happen like this, with a co-workers hard cock fucking her ass off against her will. "Im being f...fucked," she thought incoherently. "This isnt l... lovemaking, or even s... sex. Im getting fucked! Raped! How can this be happening to me?" Suddenly, Eric rolled over, pressing her body into the bed beneath them. Looking into Sarahs eyes, he said, "Sarah, Im going to pound your pussy, and

The words "Free Slave" rang in her head as she heard the many footsteps come down the hall as her master left the room. Still tied to the bed, she moaned in agony. How could he do this to her? She had dealt this punishment to others without flinching, she herself would have to learn to deal with it herself. She closed her eyes only for a moment before she heard one of the higher slaves speak. "I shall take her first." He was almost six feet tall, well muscled. He worked in the fields since he had been there many years before.

My most ambitious outfit for Dawn was also extremely expensive. Preparing for its use the next day I put all the components in a large bucket and lowered them into the hot tub overnight. To keep her quiet during the process Beth forced a large rubber ball in Dawns mouth and buckled a strap around her head to keep it in place. A blindfold kept her from seeing the rest of the preparations and I pulled the bucket from the hot tub,

Linda moved around the desk to where Ron was sitting. She leaned against the desk directly in front of him. Ron looked up at the housewife. Her bare legs were tan, her skirt was rising up her thighs, and her legs were slightly spread. He reached out and started to slowly lift the skirt. Linda let out a quiet gasp, but when she offered no other resistance, he lifted it past her hips, and bunched it up around her waist.

Her clit had begun to swell; she could feel the bud hardening growing under his finger. Her pussy loose and dripping now felt hotter still, her own body beginning to cream her insides. She was ever so wide her thighs almost horizontal to her flat tummy as the Boss now sat with his knees as wide as possible. The masked man had stopped sucking her toes his hands now also pushing her tired thighs wider still. His face was close to her slit staring in fascination as the black man nipped and flicked her clitoris.

I love cemeteries. I love them even more at night when both the living and the dead lie sleeping. Covered in blankets of earth. There is one particular cemetery that is close to my house called Hallowed Rest. I always take walks at night and my meandering feet carry me to this place. Its easy to sneak in between the rusted iron bars of the gate that surrounds the perimeter.

In the morning my wife awoke, no worse for what had happened. She actually felt much better, the sedation and rest had reduced the headache drastically. The day was mostly spent running tests, and it seemed to drag on and on and on. All I could think about was the night before. I had excused myself to the bathroom four or five times during the day to jerk myself off thinking about it. My wife even commented about my unusually small bladder.