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It was a warm night. The West Texas sun was brutal and unforgiving throughout the day and as night fell, the air remained heavy and unmoving. As I drove past the Bank of America on Bryant Blvd, the digital clock under the bank’s logo flashed between 9:47 and 92 degrees.

I’d been on patrol for almost 4 hours tonight and was bored shitless! I hated working the mid-shifts and the lack of calls tonight made me regret covering the last four hours of my ex-partners shift. I normally worked the 10 P.M. to 6 A.M. shift but had started at 6 P.M. tonight so Denny could attend his daughter’s jazz concert at the high school.

Having been on the force for over 17 years, I could have moved to the day shift at any time. All I needed to do was put in the request. However, I enjoyed working nights. All of the exciting calls happened during the nights and I was hooked on the adrenaline high.

Other than a four year stint as a narcotics detective, I had spent my entire career working the street. During my first years on the force, I started taking college classes and eventually earned my Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice. I was promoted to Sergeant at age 29. Now, at 38 and having completed a Master’s Degree last year, I was recently promoted to Lieutenant. Other than the shift commander, I was the ranking officer on duty most nights.

As I reminisced about my career, I listened to the dispatch center as they relayed information to other units throughout the city. Most of them were routine calls; a couple minor domestic disturbances, a shoplifting at the HEB, a possible drunk driver involved in a minor traffic accident. The radio chatter was busy but nothing that warranted my involvement. Read the rest of men raping free »

Sarah looked around the large pool area feeling lost and very out of place. It was New Years Eve, and the room had been closed off to swimmers and decorated for the holiday party. The lounge area next to the swimming pool was so filled with people getting ready to ring in the new year, that she couldn’t even figure out where the girls she had come with were. The atmosphere of the party was typical, she supposed: noisy, crowded, dimly lit, and filled with the ever-present murmur of voices striving to be heard over blaring top-40 music. Not for the first time that evening, she wondered why she had come at all. Several of her co-workers at the nursing home had pestered her until she finally gave in. The party was in a fancy hotel a couple hours from the town they all lived in, and they had rented two rooms together to use as somewhere to change and get a couple of hours of sleep (if possible) before heading back home. Sarah suspected that one reason they had wanted her along was because she didn’t drink, which meant that they all could, and she figured that she would most likely have the room to herself when she headed there as soon after midnight as she could manage. The three women she had come with had vanished soon after they had arrived, and there was no telling where any of them were now.

Sarah jumped as she felt a large hand settle on her shoulder. She looked up to see a tall, darkish man of (she guessed) around 30, with short black hair. Even her limited experience with such things was enough to tell her that he was very good-looking and athletic. The fact that he had chosen to come and talk to her made her nervous. The 23 year old nurse was a small girl, a little over 5’2”. She had a heart shaped face, long dark blond hair, which fell down almost to her waist, and was kept from slipping into her eyes by a silver colored clip. Her job at the nursing home kept her active, and resulted in a slim body highlighted by full breasts and hips. The deep blue dress she wore had a neckline that was slightly lower than she’d have preferred, but her co-workers had insisted that it was the only dress in her closet that even came close to fitting the atmosphere of the party. Read the rest of sex slaves women, forced »

I’ve known the twins, William and Robert, for a long time. Of course, everyone calls them Billy and Bobby. They call me Debbie. When I was 14 and they were 7, I first started to babysit for them. I’d bring over some games and crafts, and we’d have the most fun. When they started with cub scouts, I’d help them with their scouting activities. As they got a little older, I’d help them with their homework. I would also wrestle the two of them at the same time, but they were never a match for me, though they loved all the body contact. We got along so well, they wouldn’t want any other babysitter, and the money sure was a lot of help to me at that age. I was like a big sister to them. The mother was nice, and the father was quite tall and handsome. I had a bit of a crush on him and I think he liked me too, but he was the faithful type and I was the shy cautious type, so nothing ever came of that, but my fantasies were memorable and nice.

It came to an end when I went off to college four years ago on the other side of the country. I was 18 and they were 11. They seemed so sad to see me leave. I knew that they’d be OK. They wrote me silly love letters when I was at college. Billy was always sweet, and Bobby too, but he also had an adventurous and naughty side that sometimes came through in his writing. I, of course, wrote back in kind. I went to college at a top school and rowed for three years on the varsity team. At 6’0”, I became a proverbial Norse goddess. I had the perfect athletic body at 140 lbs with smooth skin, pert B-cup breasts and long golden hair. My code name on the team was “Black Mamba”. As one of the lighter female athletes on the team, I usually rowed in the bow seat, and we were pretty good.
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Andrea lay lounging in her nightgown. Looking at the clock, she realized it was nearly 1 am. This was going to be her first Easter without James. Her mind going over the last week, particularly the point she threw her husband out. She had found out that James had been cheating on her with her best friend Marta. Unable to help it, she felt tears forming over that day. She had not expected to come home early from her parents, but had decided to so she could surprise James. Her horror and betrayal had been complete when she walked into her bedroom to find Marta bent over with James fucking her in the ass. Neither of them saw her, as she couldn’t help but stare.

Marta was a full figured woman, with breasts that were easily DDD or bigger. Andrea had always felt self conscious of her rather small C cup breasts. She hadn’t really worried to much as she had retained her own semi full figure outside of that. Her long wavy brown hair and emerald green eyes had always seemed to attract James. She had always assumed their sex life was good, if not fulfilling. Looking back she realized that all the times she had rebuffed James hints to do wilder things, may have contributed to his cheating.
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It had all started when I rented a room to a man they say was a terrorist. I had protested I hadn’t know of that fact. My protests were ignored and in no time at all I was in a federal prison without all the bother of a trial. I had violated several parts of the Patriot Act and I had no recourse even though several lawyers tried to plead my case. I became just another victim of The Patriot Act.

I had several experiences with torture by guards in solitary confinement. One however stands out more than the others because it almost killed me. I ended up spending two months in the hospital afterwards. It also says some very disturbing things about those who torture and their victims.

I had been sent to solitary over a stupid fight I had with a fellow prisoner. (I learned later that the fight had been a set up as the other prisoner was a paid government agent) They used any excuse to send women down into solitary. I didn’t look forward to it because that was usually where the most sadistic guards were. I was sent there for 3 months that first time. Around the 3rd week I was there one of the guards came in to work that day in a very bad mood and I could tell he was looking to take his mood out on someone right away. He had I known always lusted for me so I knew I was in for it.
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It had all started when I rented a room to a man they say was a terrorist. I had protested I hadn’t know of that fact. My protests were ignored and in no time at all I was in a federal prison without all the bother of a trial. I had violated several parts of the Patriot Act and I had no recourse even though several lawyers tried to plead my case. I became just another victim of The Patriot Act.

I had several experiences with torture by guards in solitary confinement. One however stands out more than the others because it almost killed me. I ended up spending two months in the hospital afterwards. It also says some very disturbing things about those who torture and their victims.

I had been sent to solitary over a stupid fight I had with a fellow prisoner. (I learned later that the fight had been a set up as the other prisoner was a paid government agent) They used any excuse to send women down into solitary. I didn’t look forward to it because that was usually where the most sadistic guards were. I was sent there for 3 months that first time. Around the 3rd week I was there one of the guards came in to work that day in a very bad mood and I could tell he was looking to take his mood out on someone right away. He had I known always lusted for me so I knew I was in for it.

He got 4 other guards to help him take me to a special room. They chained me to a wall with my hands stretched high over my head so my feet were barely touching the ground. I could feel my muscles stretching in my body and it was hard to breathe hanging like that. I looked at this 6 ft 6 guard and figured he weighed about 275 pounds, most of it muscle. The other guards were also big men and I knew my skinny 135 pounds was in for it. The big one walked up to me and told me he wanted to see how much abuse I could take, just for the fun of it. I spit right in his face and that really pissed him off. (I know that was a stupid thing to do, but sometimes you just act without thinking) Read the rest of bdsm forced sex »

A fortnight ago, a great and terrible storm came out of the frozen depths of the sea that consumed us, as it was the behemoth of hell. It is with heavy heart and trembling hand that I pen these lines to tell the tale that befell our island community. I shall here bare witness to the events that occurred here so that the servants of god may be aroused to defense from the fury of the pagans. God protect us all.

The morning began with a chill fog rolling off the surf and growing lighter gray with the first rays of the rising sun behind it. The young nuns went down to the shore in preparation to gather salt for trade and support, as was the custom of their duties, before morning bells calling them to pray. I watched their long black clad forms make the descent to the rocky sands, as was my habit, from the slit window of my cell high above. Just as they were leaving their first footprints on the cold mud of the shore, I seen one of their number raise a finger and point out to sea. Following her indication, I too turned my gaze to the foggy east.

That is when I saw it. The most horrible sight my mortal eyes had ever beheld. Parting the fog and cutting the surf crest it came, the head of a giant serpent rising from the depths. I must admit I gasped in spite of myself with astonishment. Only for a moment, surely this could not be some foul beast or drake from the sea. All too soon I realized this was no beast, but a host of beastly men sailing on a heathen craft meant to stir terror upon all who saw it.

The young brides of Christ began to shriek with fear and flee back up the rocky slope to the safety of the walls. These sounds were joined by the blood lust cries of the barbarians pulling their oars harder in pursuit of such fleeting treasures.
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Traci was mad as hell when she opened her email. Nude pictures of her, in sexy provocative poses! Here was one of her in just panties and a bra, sprawled out invitingly on a bed. Another one showed her holding her large breasts up for view with a silly smile, and so on, including some close-ups of her tight pussy slit! They were attached to an email from her former boyfriend, telling her that if she didn’t come see him soon at his apartment, he would post the pictures all over the internet, and give them to all his friends!

She had let Zane make the pictures of her when they were going steady, partly as compensation for the fact that she refused to have sex with him. She was saving herself for her future husband. A poor girl, Traci was determined to marry a rich man, and she had decided that she would be more attractive if she were still a virgin. Traci had broken up with Zane when she met Tim, who came from a very rich, old New England family with all sorts of connections in government and banking. Now these pictures threatened to screw her new relationship! She had to get them back! Her new boyfriend Tim was very image-conscious and he would never date someone who posed for pornographic photos.

Traci stood in front of Zane’s door and knocked nervously, suddenly aware of her clothes, a short white tank-top that clung like a second skin to her large 38D breasts, the nipples sticking out through the thin fabric, and a pair of tight jean cut-offs that rode way Read the rest of free + fantasy writing + rape »

The story I want to tell you happened four years ago when I was a
senior in high school. It was a Friday night early in the year, late September
I think, and one of the school’s cheerleaders, I’ll call her “Dana”, was
throwing the classic party-while-the-parents-are-out-of-town at her house in
the country. Me and almost all of the guys on the football team were going,
and from what I had heard around the halls during the day, so was about 80
percent of the senior class.
I was definitely looking forward to it. When you’re in high school,
you’re always either looking for your next beer or your next screw. Since my
girlfriend for the last year was a hot cunt with perfect tits who ran on the
cross-country team, I knew I would find both that night.
Me and my girlfriend (we’ll call her “Jenny”) showed up at Dana’s house
at about 9:30 and the place was already packed. Most of my teammates were
there already, beers in their hands and looking totally gone. It turned out
Dana had wrangled a keg and several cases of beer with her fake ID (that was so
shitty it was even wrinkled in the laminate, as I recall), and people were
saying that a glass was three dollars and a bottle was two. I said OK,
thinking fuck that, I’m not paying anything. I could already see that Dana was
too gone to keep track of her finances. She was kneeling on her couch,
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Rachel sat on a log next to the campfire and glumly took stock of the situation.
It was Friday night. She was stuck at a campsite with her mother’s boyfriend,
the boyfriend’s brother-in-law and about a dozen boy scouts. Her mother had left
after getting a call on her cell phone indicating she had to get back to check
on her invalid mother. Rachel had wanted to return with her, but Hazel, her
mother had insisted she stay and have a good time.
Rachel didn’t see how it was possible to do both. She did not like Hazel’s
boyfriend, and liked the scout leader and the beaver patrol even less. Hazel
probably thought Rachel would be happy to have a group of boys her own age
around with no other girls, but these boys did not appeal to her. True some of
them were tall, muscular, and kind-of good looking, but from their comments she
did not think there was one in the group who could hold up his end of a
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