Authors Comment: I wrote this "to order" for a bisexual student who wanted a kidnap by lesbians and snuff story about herself. Her aunt, the one she never liked very well, invited Gail to visit New Orleans, reserving a room at The Frenchman, a quaint hotel just outside the French Quarter. It was late October, and the muggy summer had given way to really nice weather. Gail, free to explore and learn, outfitted herself at one of those touristy boutiques, the better to experience

Thats exactly what I am and why Im stumbling, half mad from thirst, across this arid wasteland toward the small town we passed in the night almost two days ago in search of help. Its because of me that my wife is in the clutches of men who have twisted her mind and very soul, bending her to their will to appease and satisfy their perverted sexual depravity. God its hard to believe that only seven days or has it been eight...? have passed since Sharon and I stood in front of a Minister, exchanging vows.

I pray that I, Second Lieutenant Natasha Solvolinski or at least this recording is found so that the people of Earth will know what happened and somehow avenge the horrible massacre and rape of the men and women who fought and died for our planet. I had struggled from the torn bowels of the ship leaving the dead behind only to come upon the mangled remains of human Over and over, until the last prisoner was fastened to the wall, the horrible rape scene was repeated, with some of the women even responding as if the bugs had been human lovers. As I was about to slip further into the shadows I saw the Captain being led before one of the bugs that had overseen the rape and

Crystal left her job at McDonalds and started walking out of town. It was two and a half miles to the trailer she shared with her mother. Though it was after ten, the sky in the west was still light, and she found herself looking at her reflection in a store window, herself dark against the pink sky background. She liked what she saw, a slender young woman, not unlike some popular singers, with long bleached blonde hair. She wore canvas shoes, cut-off jeans shorts which rode so low that the waistband of her thong showed - it was

The word rape came to mind, but I quickly dismissed that thought by what we had already done. Besides, I knew she wanted it, so technically I wouldnt be raping her I would just be fucking her without her knowing. At that moment, I decided Ive been this far already, Im going to continue whether or not she was awake. I started eating her pussy and fingering it slowly. I could smell and taste a scent of vanilla. It must have been the body wash she used earlier. It was so intoxicating that it made eating her out that much more enjoyable. Finally, she was nice and wet. I pushed her further up on the bed and climbed in with her. I sat on my knees nestling myself right up in

I wasnt just going to rape her though. She started to show her titty then, as a bribe I guess, she had that look in her wet eyes. NOW I was going to rape her. "You think showing me some titty and maybe a kiss will get you out of this? You fucking idiot! Get on the couch you dumbshit!" I grabbed a fistful of her hair and threw her on the couch. "Take off your bikini now." I said in a cool tone, as if I were just going to get a snack. "You didnt have to be so

With her lips pressed to my neck and sobbing louder, she told how, as they began to use her body, she had thought only of keeping me alive and how she had tried to fight the feelings they were awakening in her, but that finally she could no longer resist. Maybe it had happened as the first man had used her, or maybe the second, she didnt know, maybe she had even surrendered from the very beginning as Manuel and Jesus had kissed and fondled her openly in front of me. But now, now all she wanted was the love I had promised when we exchanged wedding vows and forgiveness. Forgiveness for what she had done and for what she would do if yesterday was a precursor of what lay

This is the truth about what happened to me when I was between and years old, I was about tall and about stone lbs and even though my balls had dropped I only had a very small amount of pubic hair around the top of my dick but none on my ball sack. All through my life my mother told me that I must respect and obey my elders and betters as they will never do anything to hurt me as long as she knew who they are also that I was not to talk to strangers as they may and if a stranger did I was to tell an adult that I knew and trusted like a teacher or policeman. So when a retired old man that had become a friend of the family found out that I was interested in snooker

He flinched slightly as the waves of anger hit him. He turned and looked at her, smiling. "Whats the matter? Dont like me going through your things? I get to do that now since I own you. Whats yours is now mine toy. So I just want to browse around and see what interesting things you have about." He heard her growl and chucked then went back to nosing around. He stood and looked over various implements and unguents on her vanity, spying her silver hairbrush set.

Holly: I waited the excruciating week before going home. But it did come, despite my fears. I got on my plane, I sat in the chair, stared out the window, and thought. I felt so detached from the world. Its like nothing is real, Im staring out the window, and I dont think I am really here. It all seems like a bad dream. John would be waiting for me. Did I even deserve him. I did these thingsI dont want to think about themI did these things that I