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Will’s new old home: Part 3

So this one’s kinda long, but it has some juicy stuff with Will, Rachel, and Pierce in it. Like I said it’s kinda long but don’t worry, it’s mainly filler for the rest of the story, it’s pretty good, like I said before though, I want to hear form the readers, if you want something, just ask!!

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An Arab in the Country

An Arab in the Country
By: Marha L.
Some ways out from Omaha, Nebraska, near Columbus, an Islamic family. Hamid Abdi took his family to this sparsely populated location because it was the only place he could work as an insurance salesman outside of Omaha. His wife, Abra, was a stay at home mother raising their two daughters, Barirah (18) and Asha (16). Barirah had been happy living in Dearborn, Michigan. Her family had moved from Saudi Arabia before her birth. She was saddened by the news that they would move to Omaha and felt even worse when she heard they were moving to the middle of nowhere more than 100 miles away. It was hard enough for her to make friends in Omaha, she was worried what it would be like to do so in her new home town.
Barirah was a meek girl. Shy and quiet, she dressed in partly traditional clothing, her parents having her wear a hijab in public. Otherwise, her dress was western, preferring a nice pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. Like the rest of her family, her skin is brown, her hair and eyes dark, her nose was moderately sized with a straight protrusion, and she is short; a wholly unintimidating 5’2. She is, however, very tone. Weighing about 127 pounds her thighs are thick and toned, her ass shapely, firm, and large. Her abdomen isn’t cut, but it is flat and hard when flexed. Her chest was a full 34D and her breasts were surprisingly perky. Her arms are not particularly defined, but that happens when hiking and jogging are your main forms of exercise. In fact, Barirah loves to hike, taking long walks through forests and meadows. The wide open land and dotted forestry were the only things she looked forward to before moving to her new home. Barirah certainly was a fine specimen.
It’s the first week since they arrived to their new home in their small town. Barirah is preparing herself for her first day at her new high school. It was hard for her to make new friends in Omaha and she knows it’ll only be harder here. She was part of a tiny minority in Nebraska and in this town she was the only Arab, let alone Muslim, for miles. She dressed herself in lightly washed jeans, a white longs sleeve shirt and a light pink sweater made of light material on top. On her head she wore a black hijab, tightly wrapped around her head, framing her delicate face. When she ran down the stairs she found her sister and mother at the kitchen table eating some ful, eggs, and pita bread. She sat down and joined them. The family never spoke much at the kitchen table, and this time was no exception. They finished their food with few words and Barirah and Asha started down the road to school.
The few people they ran into on their way to school gave them plenty of stares. They aren’t used to seeing a pair of young Muslim girls in a traditional garb walk down their streets. Luckily, home isn’t far from school and they stole away into the building to hopefully avoid more prying eyes. That wasn’t the case, though. Each student they came across gave them a long glance. They were an interesting sight, few had ever seen such people up close. Ignoring the whispers and stares each of the girls got to their classes. Barirah was met with many questions on her first day. People asked her about her manner of dress, the country she originated from, and about her culture. By the end of the day she was drained. She removed her hijab at home, forced herself through some light reading and sat down for dinner.
“How was your day girls?” Hamid had a voice of low tones and coughed his way through his words due to his chronic illness.
“It was good baba.” Barirah replied.
Asha’s answer has not so simple, “I don’t like it here. People stare more than they did in Omaha. They ask me so many questions, baba.”
“That shouldn’t be surprising, Asha. You are new in town and of a different background. It’ll end.” Abra gingerly poked at her lamb and chewed softly.
“Why did we have to come here? What was wrong with Omaha. What was wrong with Dearborn? I had so many friends there.” Asha whined.
“Enough Asha!” Abra commanded.
“Asha, you know we’re here because of my work. Now, please, eat your food.” Hamid said lightly.
They continued their meal with some talk about their days. Hamid’s at his new job, Barirah and Asha about school, and Abra about the stores. Things remained the same for Barirah and her family for a while until two weeks later when a girl approached her. She was a blonde haired, blue eyed senior from her English class, “Hey Barirah! Wait up!” she yelled as she chased her down in the hallway, her small perky breasts jiggling.
“Hi Anne” She responded sullenly. It was another long day for her.
“Hey, remember I said you should hang out with me and Rick some time. Well, you should come over today to his house. We’ll have some iced tea and doe some English work.”
“I don’t know, today might not be good.” Barirah liked Rick. She thought he was handsome, but he was dating Anne.
“Oh come on, B! You should come, okay? You already know where he lives so we’ll see you there!” Anne ran away down the hall to Rick who waved to Barirah with a grin drawn across his face.
Barirah put her things away in her locker and stood for a moment. She decided to go to Rick’s house and spend some time with them. It would be good to have some friends now. She made the 20 minute walk to Rick’s. He lived on a small animal farm a few miles from the school. When she got the door of the small white house she knocked and waited. Rick answered the door quickly. He was a dark haired boy with light skin and rather muscular. He smiled immediately, “Barirah, I’m glad you came.” He stepped aside to let her in.
“Where’s Anne?” She asked in a low tone, her head pointed to the ground as she stepped in.
“Oh, she ain’t here.” Rick watched her walk passed. He noticed the way her large breasts jiggled lightly in her bra and the way her jeans tucked in underneath each of her cheeks.
“She said we would hang out.” Barirah’s voice trailed off.
“Well, it’s just us today.” He smiled and walked towards the kitchen, “You want something to eat or drink?”
“I’m okay.” Barirah responded in almost a whisper. She followed him into the kitchen. Rick was a rather large young man. His size was all the more apparent in the small kitchen. Barirah liked his dark hair and green eyes and the way his veins stretched along his forearms.
“So, how are you likin’ Woburn?”
“It’s nice. It’s less busy than Omaha is.” Barirah began fiddling with a cloth on the counter as Rick fixed himself a cup of water.
“Yea, this place isn’t a hot spot or nothin’, but you’ll enjoy it if you can fit in.”
“Yea…” Her voice trailed off as she thought about all the stares and questions she’s gotten recently. She wondered if she could ever fit in. As Rick sipped at his water he lead them to the living room where they watched some TV. They chatted for a while and Rick learned about how Barirah ended up down here. She was surprised she told him about the problems her dad had with his previous job. It wasn’t long before Rick suddenly changed the topic.
“Hey, come with me. I want to show you the barn!” Rick said excitedly.
“O..Okay” Barirah was unsure what to do or say so she followed him out of the house and into the old brown barn. Inside she just saw several stacks of hay and some tools. You could see patches of wood floor, but otherwise it was covered in dried up dirt and loose strands of straw. When she turned her head to talk to Rick she saw an older man sitting in the corner. She stopped her lips and stood silently. Rick noticed her hesitation.
“That’s my dad.” Rick whispered to her. “He’ll be watching.”
“Watching? What do you mean?”
Rick put his hand on one of her cheeks and gave it a squeeze, “That feels really nice, Barirah. Move over here a little more.” He pushed on her bottom over to a stack of hay and closed the bard door. Light still leaked in through a few windows. Compared to the outside, it was quite a bit cooler.
Barirah was blushing and her heart began to race. She wasn’t sure of what to do, “W..Why? What do you want?” She asked meekly.
“I know you like me. I could see it in your eyes since we first met. And me? I’ve never done it with a Muslim.” He spanked her ass.
“But..But Anne…”
“Don’t worry about Anne. This was her idea.” Rick said with a mischievous grin. He put a hand on her waist and looked her body up and down, “Look at you. You’ve got a damn good body. You take good care of it, Barirah”.
She blushed and turned her back to him, taking a few steps away from him, “I want to go home now, my family is waiting.”
“I’m sorry, but you can’t go just yet. Not until you’ve helped us out a little bit. Running this farm is hard work.” Rick stepped up beside her and wrapped his muscular arms around her chest, taking two handfuls of her voluptuous breasts. He bounced them up and down, squeezing them every now and then. Barirah could only manage a dark red blush, “Why don’t you go ahead and lie on your back on that hay stack and have your head hang off the side.”
Barirah hesitated, staring at the sturdy stack. She couldn’t even move until Rick urged her to do it again. She stepped up and laid on her back, her head dangling off the side. The fabric of her hijab dangled in the air, holding strong around her head and jaw-line. She looked up and saw Rick smiling down at her, “Good job, Barirah.” He said between his smile as he began to undo his pants. His jeans slid off and Barirah could easily see a protrusion in his boxers. It didn’t stick straight out but it extended downwards for 8 inches, not that Barirah had the presence of mind to measure. It wasn’t long before Rick was sliding his boxers off slowly exposing his enormous American cock inch by inch until it bounced lightly as the waist band passed the tip. It wasn’t fully erect yet, but it was certainly getting there. The large veins were pumping his cock full of blood and Rick felt the heat as he took a hold of the shaft and pressed his head against Barirah’s lips.
Barirah just laid still and felt the heat of his blood filled head as it touched her lips gently. All she could see now were Rick’s toned legs, his heavy sac and the bottom of his large shaft. She could still hear him, however, and he was breathing hard with anticipation now. He pushed his hips forward and his tip pushed passed her lips and into her warm mouth. He began to piston his shaft very lightly, his head sliding along her tongue. Barirah just watched his scrotum gently dangle back and forth as Rick reached to his side for something. His hand returned with some shears. He pulled on her shirt and cut right down the middle, moving the fabric aside to expose her black bra. He quickly cut the strap between the cups and pulled the bra away, revealing her perky brown tits. Barirah couldn’t see it, but Rick smiled instantly, his cock growing harder just by the sight of them. He began playing with them, giving them each a few squeezes and gently tweaking each nipple.
Rick’s father was still in the corner, seated in his chair. He was rubbing the crotch of his pants as he watched his son who was now moving his hips a bit faster. Barirah could feel the veins pulsate on her tongue as his cock quickly filled her mouth, stretching her jaw with each thrust. Rick took to slapping her large breasts when he wasn’t pinching and tugging on her nipples and it wasn’t long until he began pushing in further. Barirah could feel the tip of his cock near the back of her throat and when the thrusts slowly brought his head there she began to gag lightly, the head pressing against her tonsils. By now his shaft was coated in Barirah’s saliva, enough so that it just dripped down to his hilt.
“A gagger, huh?” Rick said as he put one hand on the back of her head, the other under her chin wrapped along her neck. He stopped his thrusts and began to push his shaft into her mouth, inch by sloppy inch. It wasn’t long before her jaw was stretched open and his head was pressing against her tonsils. Her face turned a light red and Barirah shut her eyes tightly as the back of her throat contracted. His tip squeezed passed her tonsils and into her throat and his shaft was now bathing in saliva. Barirah’s face turned a dark red, her eyes welling with tears. Rick could see her stomach move in and out as she tried to get air. He pulled out of her throat then out from between her lips and let out an extended, “Breath.”
Barirah gasped for air and tried to lift her head, but Rick kept her down. Spit was running down her face, into and around her nose and down to her eyes. She turned her head enough to catch a glimpse of Rick’s dad now jerking off his exposed cock. Her moment of respite did not last long and Rick was pushing his member into her mouth again. Now, he began to face fuck her. He moved his hips quickly and deeply, his tip moving in and out of her throat. Barirah couldn’t help but drool on his shaft and each time he pulled his cock out for her to breath, thick globs of spit dumped out and rolled down her face. She couldn’t open her eyes anymore and her nose was so thoroughly clogged with spit she couldn’t use it to breath. The moments she wasn’t gagging she could only think what her family was doing, what Anne was doing, and about the heat between her legs.
Rick finally stepped back and released her head, “I want your little Arab ass where your face was.” His hand wiped a bit of his own drool from his lip as he caught his own breath. Barirah slowly repositioned herself, laying on her stomach. Only the tips of her toes could reach the ground, and only barely so. Rick reach around her waist and undid her jeans, sliding them off. He thumbed her panties as well, not even wanting to take the time of seeing her in them, “Look at that ass..” He whispered to himself as he gave it a slap and took a hold of his slippery shaft, “Now spread your cheeks.”
Barirah had never given a man a blowjob, let alone ever slept with one. Her heart raced and her hands shook as they reached behind her and spread her thick buttocks. Behind the flesh was glistening slit, lips tightly pressed together. Rick drank in the sight, but could barely contain himself. He positioned his head at the entrance and began to push, “I hope you’re a virgin”. His head squeezed passed her lips and quickly found her hymen, breaking passed it with ease. She didn’t bleed to Rick’s pleasure, he didn’t like blood. Barirah could barely contain herself, the pain that shot through her body was too much and she let out a scream.
Rick only slapped her ass in response as he let his cock sit still, “You’re so damn tight. Mmph I might just cum sitting here like this.” He began to push his cock further again when he felt she was ready. It wasn’t long before he was giving her soft, short thrusts. He could feel her hot walls wrapped tightly around his cock as he oozed pre-cum inside. Her juice mingled with her spit and made his movements very easy. He soon picked up the pace, and in no time he was giving her pussy strong thrusts, stopping his cock just before her cervix.
Barirah could feel every inch of his cock. As the pain lessened her screaming stopped and she took to low grunts. She still couldn’t believe what was happening and thought maybe this wasn’t real at all. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted as Rick began to pick up his pace. His dad masturbated in his chair, a sick smile on his face. He spoke for the first time in one of those low, smoker’s voices.”She’s got strong legs. Like a horse.” He said as her thick Arab thighs shook after each powerful thrust. She grunted each time the head pushed the walls of her pussy aside, his heavy sac swaying into her clit with a loud smack. Every few thrusts his hand would come down on one of her thick buttocks, sending a loud slap echoing through the barn. It wasn’t long before her ass was red and she began begging for mercy.
“Mercy? You want mercy you little Arab cunt?” Rick said out of breath, his hips driving forward. He reached down and pulled her hair through her hijab, using his other hand to fishhook her when her mouth was in reach, “You won’t get any here.”
Her back was arched and she continued to grunt between her clenched teeth. She didn’t notice the sweat that covered her body and ran down her powerful legs. Or the fact that it mingled with the juice that now began to slip out between Rick’s thick white cock and her clenching lips. Her heavy breasts heaved back and forth as her nipples grazed bits of hay. Her hands began to clench at the straw now as Rick’s sac began to tighten. He pulled out quickly and pulled Barirah by her hips onto the floor. She landed on her ass with a smack and he quickly began to jerk off his shaft with his head inches away from her face. With a loud grunt thick ropes of cum began to spew from his engorged tip, landing on her black hijab. Barirah could do nothing but blush as his hot cum soaked her hijab and began to drip down her forehead.
“Now…Go to my dad.” Rick said, panting. He leaned against a pile of hay as he tried to collect himself.
She looked over to his dad and was about to get up when he commanded, “Crawl.
She got back down on her hands and knees and crawled over to him, her skin dragging against the wood floor, collecting some of the dirt. When she got to him she knelt between his long knees and looked upwards. His face was worn and wrinkled, his blue eyes slim and focused. There was a long drawn out silence as he slowly tugged on his shaft. However, it was finally broken by the already familiar raspy, “I won’t be as easy on you.”
-To be continued.

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Not given a chance (chapter 2)

Miles wins the lottery and decides to make his dream a reality! (This is my first story please be nice 😛 I encourage you to criticize though) this series is absolutely fake as far as I know it’s all my imagination.

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Yuko’s Chioce

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I AM CURIOUS (Eighteen)

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The Dance of Death

I couldn’t find a tag for this in themes, but this story is primarily made to scratch that vore fetish itch. Just a pretty lady and a snake and… well, you know the ending with these vore things.

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Jessica’s Number – Part 1 of 4

The end of the Gender war broght death and devistation, farm animals nearly extinct new meat had to be found. The National Female Culling Act was created to farm women as the new food sorce.

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Breaking Miranda (Chapter two)

Chapter 2 – Captured
Cold.
Dark.
Where am I?
I felt around the area surrounding my feet.
Fur?
Where are my clothes?
My hands wrapped around my naked body. Shivering. So hard to remember. My head foggy.
“Hello…” I whispered in a raspy voice.
“Hello….Anyone there?” I coughed.
I searched around for my phone in the dark. Total darkness, so consuming.
“Ahhhh…” I weakly cried out in pain. My body, muscles, and ……
“Oh my god” I sobbed, remembering what happened to me earlier.
Memories, rushing back. I reached between my legs feeling the sticky, wet evidence of my reality.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, a shrill, piercing scream. A scream of total agony and terror echoed back at me. It was a scream I had never heard before. Deep, desperate…
Howling, rasping.
In desperation I got up feeling my way around the room. There has to be a door here, right? My hopeful thoughts sinking as I felt my way around the small, empty room.
“Please, help me!”
As I searched with my hands I realized how alone I was. I realized that I was probably going to die here. I would never see Jake again. This was it.
I sobbed as I planted my face against the brick wall. I let my face scrape the wall as I fell to my knees. Who fucking cares. I could feel the blood start to bead up down the left side of my face and body as I lay on the floor crying like a helpless child.
“I’ll never see you again!” I screamed again and again.
“Fuck you Kaleb. You will never have me again” I reached for the ring on my finger. Jake’s class ring.
I would rather go like this than be tortured ever again I tried to convince myself. I grabbed the ring tightly with my shaking hand and jabbed it into my wrist as hard as I could. I dug it in with all of my strength, sliding it down….down….
Light.
I see light cover the room. The brick door opens out of the smooth brick wall.
“Miranda…” I hear his voice. Him.
Blood pooling onto the floor I laugh.
You can’t fucking have me Kaleb. Not anymore.
Starting to feel light-headed, I sway.
“What the fuck are you doing!” he dropped the tray of food onto the floor. Rushing to me as he ripped his shirt off, he kneeled beside me.
“Fuck you, you piece of shit” I screamed as I batted at him and kick weakly. I try to squirm and scratch at his face, making it difficult for him to wrap my arm.
Feeling warm. Very warm.
Pain stops.
It’s getting dark again.
Whack! I feel a slap across my face.
I feel this stinging sensation burning my cheek.
Soft dim light as I open my eyes.
Warm.
Wrapped in a blanket, in his arms.
“You!” I yell with contempt and hate. Seething at him between gritted teeth I growl, “You fucking sick bastard. Let me go.”
“Shhhh, don’t talk right now. We will talk, but you are weak.” He said softly.
I glimpsed at his face with disgust.
Those eyes.
They seem to bore through me. Raping me, deep inside. Deep inside of me.
How can such a monster have the face of an angel? You think of some groady sick fuck out raping college students. But him? He could have anybody. Must be some sick fucking fetish…
I cry. What can I do?
“Why do you fucking care you sick fuck; you did this to me…remember?”
He lifted an eyebrow.
He didn’t look away.
We stared.
Was he mocking me?
“I’ll need to change your dressing soon. I cleaned it while you were sleeping but it is a deep cut.” He said calmly.
Was that sadness in his voice?
“Take me to the fucking hospital then!” I quipped mockingly.
“You know I can’t do that!” He answered angrily.
He gently set me down into a chair. Where did that come from? I wondered.
The pain of my body startled me.
I cried out involuntarily.
He reached in to his pocket.
“Take this” he handed me a small white pill. I looked at it, examining it carefully.
“No”, I don’t know what it is. Why the hell should I take it.
“It is a pain medication. You are going to need it. You are not going to be happy with me for what we have to do soon. I cannot explain anything to you yet but you must take it.” He looked concerned.
“You are in no condition Miranda, we must prepare you now.” He said with a pained look on his face.
I got a bad feeling in my gut at that moment, washing over me a pain and desperation that could not be sated.
“You are not going to let me leave are you?” I pleaded.
“No” He said sternly, squaring me in the eyes. “Get that thought from your head now; it will only cause you more pain from this moment forth.”
“Ever?” I again pleaded. Tears rolling down my cheeks.
He did not answer, he looked away from me.
Get yourself together Miranda. If he doesn’t kill you, you have a chance.
“Am I going to die?”
“Not by my hand” he smiled almost sweetly.
Disgusted, I attempted to look at my surroundings. A small room shaped into a circle. Brick walls, very smooth. Fur rugs covered the entire floor. A strange looking tiffany lamp toward the center of the room gave off light. The chair I was sitting in was beautiful. It was solid and also covered in fur. It was reclined back and quite comfortable. There was a strange bag sitting next to me. A spilled tray of food to the right of me. No door opening that I saw.
“What do I have to get ready for” I said with contempt.
“Me.”
I popped the pill into my mouth with my good arm.
He picked up the flask and opened it and held it to my mouth as I gulped down hurriedly, spilling down my naked chest.
I didn’t know what to say.
I wept.
He watched with a pained look.
Don’t fucking look at me, pig. I thought it but dared not say it. How could he. I am bleeding, bruised, raped. He is sitting there pretending like this hurts him as he prepares to rape my damaged body…again. How could he do this? How…
“How could you Kaleb. You said you loved me. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve it? Just let me go!” I begged.
“I don’t have much time left. Save your energy please. I do love you, I do care. I will be gentle if you don’t fight me this time. You are wounded, but I have no choice.”
“Everybody has a fucking choice” I yelled.
He looked away.
“I do not” he spoke softly.
“Please” I begged again.
He reached into the bag and pulled out some dressing for my arm. He took my arm out of the blanket and cleaned it with some strange ointment that was also in the bag. He quickly and tightly wrapped it again. Securing it with a clasp it tucked it into the blanket.
I wanted to kill him as he touched me.
Weakness and pain wrapped my flesh in agony.
He then put the same ointment all over the rest of my fresh scrapes. Down my face. Down my shoulder. I shuddered under his gentle touch.
He then walked to the middle of the room. He was feeling around the floor as if he was looking for something.
He then pulled up some rings from the floor. Strange they pulled out in perfect places around the rug. Then pulled up a total of three.
“I didn’t want it to be this way you know. I thought you were ready. I couldn’t wait” He walked over to where I was sitting again.
Unwrapping the blanket from me.
I shivered from the cold crisp air.
He picked me up carefully, making sure not to touch my arm.
“Oh fuck this, Not this again!” I cried and kicked. I writhed in his arms. I don’t care what it takes. I am not letting this sick fuck head take me without a fight. I strained in his grip as he set me down onto the soft floor.
Forgetting about all of the pain for a moment. I fought with my life. Biting him, scratching him. Trying to scratch the eyeballs out of his head. The dressing on my arm started to bleed through.
Chunks of skin missing from his chest and arms he placed his body on top of me.
I pushed, he kissed.
Biting into his chest, finally I had a good grip with my teeth. I bit down…Harder, harder…
He strapped my good arm into the ring.
He grabbed my jaw softly pushing. Pressure point…I released.
Quickly he moved down to my legs, holding them down. I couldn’t sit up to swing at him anymore.
He strapped my legs into the other two rings quickly, with ease.
“Do I have to strap your other arm too? I don’t want to hurt you but if you continue to struggle you will be hurt worse by me leaving that arm free.”
What choice did I have? I would rather have some freedom. Give me one fucking good chance and I’ll…and I’ll…what? What can I do?
He kissed up and down my body. I tried not to be turned on. This is the fuck that just raped you. I kept repeating it as I felt him grow hard.
“Would you like me to please you, or would you like me to be done quickly so you can rest?” he smirked.
“What the fuck do you think? Is this a joke to you? My life is a joke to you…You sick asshole.”
“As you wish”
“Don’t ever say that again” I growled. “I never wished for this.”
The tears came streaming down. I tried to hold them back. I tried not to let him see me cry. He didn’t deserve the satisfaction of my tears ever again.
“Cry if you need. I will be done soon, I promise, beautiful. I will take care of you when it is over.”
I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help it. I sobbed like a lost child. He positioned himself on top of me as I sobbed. Gently pushing into me as I screamed as loud as I could. He caressed me. He looked into my eyes like I was his lover as I screamed in horror and pain.
I strained to accommodate him. I couldn’t take it. He pushed the tip in gently. Stretching me. He leaned down and pulled my ass up off of the ground to get a better angle.
I opened my eyes to look at him. His muscles were straining as he drew into me. His face was very peaceful looking. He never looked away from me. Trying to concentrate on anything but the sheer pain his body was imposing on me I stared back.
Sharp pain as he plunged his huge hard cock inside again. Harder. I watched his body jerk and lose control. Unable to move my arm and legs, I looked over to my bloody arm. Lying next to me as if it were a foreign object. Wheels turning in my head.
He stopped.
Gently he grabbed my arm and pulled the other ring from the ground.
“No, no, no, no please…..” I begged. “Stop, stop, please…Pleeeasse.” I cried like a little girl.
“I am sorry. I cannot risk you doing anything stupid in this condition” he sighed.
I heard a loud clack as he snapped it down over my wrist.
“It won’t hurt if you are very still” he warned.
“How can I be very still? You are moving me around.”
He pumped harder. Each pump his cock straining to go further inside of me. I began to relax myself.
Breath….Breath slowly. Think…Think about Jake. Smiling faces.
“Jaaaake” I moaned loudly.
“Jake” Kaleb repeated angrily “Is not here.”
“Jake”, I screamed again feeling not so helpless.
Did that strike a nerve?
Again I sucked down the pain as he rammed me harder.
“Oh fuck me Jake” I screamed.
The veins popped out in his neck. His body strained. His cock rammed in again.
Fucking me hard and rough he started to pound me.
My delicate flesh ripping.
My cut starting to bleed profusely.
Blood pouring out into the fur.
I watched it.
The pain started to elude me.
“I love you Jake” I smiled.
He slammed my delicate body so hard I saw white…white, then gray…then, black.
Nothingness, again.
Nothingness was good.
I woke up alone.
Food, water and clean ointment and bandages were sitting next to me. No straps and chains.
No pain.

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I’m a 21 year old queer woman who loves being dominated by men, women and anybody in between. This is just a glimpse into a fantasy I have.

Fantasm

The Story of Zacharyy Alexander Part 2

I felt his fingers sliding along my jaw before he plunged them into the warm cavern of my mouth. His thick fingers sliding in and out in and out all the way to the back of my throat instantly making me gag. But he wouldn’t quit. I’d get a breathe if I was lucky. In and out they kepy going. And still I was hard. He took his fingers out and slowly dragged them down my neck to my nipples, instantly getting them hard with just the slightest touch. Then he continued dragging them down down down to my belly button, dipping a finger in and then dragging it ever so slowly out and down until he grabbed my dick. His big hand covering the entire shaft. He drew his hand up and then quickly brought it down, forcing a moan from my mouth.
“You like that baby?” He asked. Up and down slowly. He stopped and climbed up my body until we were face to face.
“Do you want to cum, baby?”
“Yes.” I moaned out.
“Daddy. Call me daddy, baby”
“Daddy, please.” I begged.
“Okay, baby. Be still for me.” He said
Before I knew it I was writhing on the bed in pleasure as his hand stroked my dick at a harder and faster pace than earlier.
“Daddy!” I cried as his pumping stopped completely.
I watched his get off the bed and going to a door I hadn’t noticed earlier. He quickly came out, a bottle in one hand and some unknown item in his other hand. He set the two items on the bed off to the side and then climbed back onto the bed near my feet.
“I love you so much, baby. Do you love me?” He asked.
I quickly nodded my head.
“Tell me.” He demanded.
“I love you, daddy. I love you so much!” I exclaimed.
“Okay, baby. Since I love you and you love me we can do this.” He said gently as he grabbed my ankles and raised them above my head and strapped them to the bed posts. Then he grabbed my hands and did the same.
“This will hurt a little baby. Just tell daddy and daddy will relieve the pain for you.” He said as he grabbed my dick with one hand and started jacking me off. And with the other he grabbed the bottle he had laid to the side and poured some on my dick and on my crack and then set it back down. He stopped jacking me off and started rubbing the cold liquid in my crack. Up and down. He did this for an eternity before he gently pushed one finger in my ass. I tensed up instantly. He kept pushing in until he got fed up and shoved his finger all the way in.
“Daddy!” I screamed in pain.
“Its okay, baby. Deep breathe.” He stuck something under my nose, “Take a deep breathe baby. This will help you relax.” I took a deep breathe and instantly relaxed. He started moving his finger in and out and I was a moaning mess. Heslowly pushed his finger in and the pulled it back out. In and out. In and then he pulled his finger from my ass.
“Daddys going to stick something else in your ass.” He reached over and grabbed the big purple item and the bottle of cold liquid. He squirted some of the liquid on my crack and on the weird purple thing and then he threw the bottle back on the bed.
“Do you know what this is baby?” He asked as he held up the purple thing. I shook my head. “Its a butt plug. I’m going to put it deep in your ass and leave it there to loosen your little rosebud. If I stick my big hard dick in your ass I will tear you up. This is just precaution.” I nodded even though I understood none of what he said.
I watched as he put the butt plug against my ass and started pushing gently. It didn’t go in. He kept pushing and it still wouldn’t go in. My mind seemed to go fuzzy as he got the bottle and poured more of the liquid on my ass and the butt plug. I couldn’t even tense when he put it back at my ass and started pushing until it broke past my sphincter. He pulled it back out before pushing it back in. And then he repeated the motion. Over and over again before I blacked out from the fuzzyness in my mind.
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“Baby, wake up.” The voice cooed in my ear.
“Daddy?” I asked.
“Yes baby.” He replied.
His voice. So smooth and sexy. It was like silk. Like red silk running across the body. Like that little girls body, that sweet little girl. She was so pretty. I had followed her but she had gotten away from me. I heard the moans so I followed them. She was dead. That little girl was dead!
“DADDY! YOU HAVE TO HELP HER!” I cried as I opened my eyes. Only to be faced with the man who tore the little girls vagina to pieces.
“Go on tell daddy.” He smiled evily before gently patting my head.
“You-” I started as he grabbed my dick forcing a moan past my lips.
“Daddy knowns best, sweetie. So be a good little boy so daddy can cum. If your’e good, daddy will let you cum as well.” He said and grabbed a bottle from beside the bed and pouring it on his dick and rubbing it in. “Whats wrong baby?Did you want to get it nice and wet for daddy?” I shook my head quickly. “Good baby. Thats for another day. Right now daddys going to take your cherry. But first I have to take the butt plug out.” He said as he grabbed it and started pulling. I started screaming as it forced my sphincter open, until it popped out.
“Good job baby. Now daddys going to put his dick in your ass. When its time for me to cum I’m going to cum in your ass. Don’t fight it.” He said as he untied my hands and feet from above my head. I groaned in pain as my muscles moved for the first time in a while.
“I need you to turn and get on your hands and knees.” He said calmly. I didn’t move.
His face contorted into one of anger before he grabbed my forearm with one hand and the back of my neck with the other and forced my onto my stomach. “I can be nice. Or I can be mean. On your hands and knees now or I will do it for you. If I do it for you I will make sure I’m hard on your ass. I’ll fuck you so hard your ass will bleed for hours. Do you want that?” He asked and I shook my head and got on my hands and knees as quickly as possible.
He got behind me and put his dick at my entrance and pushed all the way in to the hilt and pulled back out and then pushed back in. “My baby has a nice ass.” He slapped my ass cheek hard and I yelped and tensed up. “Yeah baby. Tighten your ass for daddy.” He started shoving his dick in faster and faster making me wince everytime his balls hit me.
His pace seemed to quicken. And with one hand he grabbed my dick and started jacking me off, keeping time with his thrusts. I was instantly hard. His other hand went to my nipples and pinched them painfully.
I cried out as my balls tightened and I came. His hand let my nipples and histhrusting stopped until I stopped spewing out semen.
“It’s daddys turn now.” He said as he wrapped an arm around my waist and heaved me up until my back was to his chest. And he started thrusting again. Faster and faster. My head seemed to grow too heavy as his thrusts became erratic. He became more forceful as his nails dug into my ribcage as he held me up.
Faster and harder he went. His thrusts never faltered as the veins in his arms popped out. His breathing sped up as his arms once again encircled my waist, pulling me tight against his body. His face was burried in my neck as he nips gently at first.
“Tighten that ass for daddy.” He tell me as then bites my neck painfully until I do so. His thrusts instantly become shorter. He grabs my hair and pulls my face towards his and kisses me, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I cry out in pain when he shoves his dick as far as possible and shoots his cum in my once virginal ass.
“Good job baby,” he said when he finally stopped thrusting. “I think it’s time for bed baby. I’m tired.”
He grabbed my hips firmly and thrusts a few times before shoving his dick back in to the hilt and laid us down spooning. His dick and seed still firmly planted in my ass. His arms wrappedn around my chest and waist keeping me locked in his cage like arms until morning.

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Jessica after comeing of age for the Dolcett lotto decide’s to volunteer for the Dolcett Game reserve’s anual game and try to win exemption status, will she win?.

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Natya’s Last Walk

Natya smiled as she closed the door to the Dinner Diner, the place of her employment for the past few years. Locking the door, she hummed to herself, happy that she was finally out of work after a long 12 hour shift on a Friday night. She tucked her keys into her purse and began walking home. Traditionally, she walked along the riverside to her apartment. Surrounded by a thick wooded area, the walkway may have deterred anyone new to the area, but Natya had lived here for almost 3 years and never missed her walk through the tranquil woods.
She found the dirt path that led into the woods and found her way down it. It was as familiar in the dark to her as in the daylight. She stuffed ear buds into her ears and switched her iPod on, turning up the music loud enough that she didn’t hear the men approach her a little ways down the road.
Suddenly, a hand was clasped over her mouth and her good mood was shattered as she realized she was being overtaken. Hands pulled her arms roughly behind her back and another hand pulled her ear buds out with one tug of the cord. She tried to scream but only managed some pathetic, muffled whimpering. She felt hot breath against her neck and heard a voice say “Traveling alone at night? .. Dangerous.” and to her right, she heard chuckling. So, two men.. she assessed silently, wondering what her chances of escape were. If they have guns, I have to do anything I can to get out alive… She could feel her lips trembling under the large hand covering her mouth.
“So,” the first voice said, “you like sucking cock?” Natya, trying so hard to be strong, felt a tear trickle down her cheek. “Well, you’re going to get to show us how much you like it tonight. And if there’s any teeth or screaming, you’ll get your pretty face blown off. Got it?” Natya nodded, breathing heavily against his hand. So they do have a gun. “Good. Now get on your knees.”
Natya obeyed, tears trickling down her cheeks in a fair stream. She got on her knees and felt one of them roughly pulling off her top and undoing her bra. Then, topless, her hands were tied behind her back. She heard the sound of a zipper and smelled the sickly sweet stench of manhood as it flopped out and hit her in the face. Crying, she opened her mouth and took in the first few inches of his cock, sucking gently.
“No, bitch. Suck it like the filthy whore you are. All the way down.” And with his words, Natya felt him take her head into his hands to hold while he pushed his cock in, sliding into the back of her mouth and into her throat, gagging her violently. “Ohhh yessss…” the man moaned, “Just like that, you useless slut.” Marking his words, she felt him begin to pump his cock into her face over and over, gagging and choking her harder each time. Natya began to panic, unable to breathe, and tried to cry out but only managed to make gurgling noises that seemed to make her attacker even harder. “God yes, slut. Let me hear you gag on my cock. You worship cock, don’t you? Are you a good slut, female? All females are sluts, you know.” He laughed a little as he gagged her again, this time holding her head down on his cock. “You think you can stay down for 30 seconds?” He growled, “I’ll let you breathe for a minute if you do, slut..”
Gagging, Natya tried to count as her lips touched the man’s ball sack. 1.. 2.. 3… oh god he’s going to suffocate me with his cock! 10.. 11.. 12.. I can’t do it… 22.. 23.. 24.. By 30 she was sputtering, drooling all around the man’s shaft. When he let go, she gasped in air and shamed herself by feeling good when he praised her, “That’s a good slut! You know what you were born to do.” As she drew in much needed air she felt the other man pulling her skirt up to her waist, revealing her panties which were somehow soaked. She flushed with embarrassment. The man behind her chuckled. “Oh, she loves it, Jim,” he growled as he slipped a finger into the crotch of her underwear and pulled them down to her knees.
“You like it, huh slut?” Jim said, and as Natya looked up to protest, he shoved his cock down her throat again. “This time we’re going to try for 45. Think you can do that, cunt?” Natya writhed as he counted aloud for her, and felt the other man touching her, opening her pussy lips and fingering her, spreading her ass cheeks and roughly shoving two fingers to the 3rd knuckle in as she squealed and choked.
“45! Very good, slut cunt.” Jim let go of her face and she gasped for air once again. “I think I’m read to take your holes. Is she ready, Ted?”
“Oh yeah, she is,” Ted responded. She felt herself being stood up, her panties taken off completely, then back on her knees she went so she was facing Ted now. Jim slapped her ass and demanded that she put it up higher in the air, and she obeyed.
“Open.” Ted said roughly as he shoved his cock into her mouth. She couldn’t help but notice that Jim was a little bigger than Ted. Then she felt Jim’s cockhead push at her pussy lips and she realized he meant to fuck her without a condom. She tried to moan her protest but Ted seized her head and pulled her onto his cock much like Jim had. Even though Ted was smaller, she still gagged just as hard and choked as Jim’s cock penetrated her.
“Oh yes… she loves it. You’re so wet you stupid whore, you love serving men don’t you?” Natya couldn’t reply, only gagged on Ted’s cock harder as he began to pump into her throat. Jim began pumping too, his cockhead easily ramming into Natya’s cervix. She moaned in pain.
“So we gonna do it, Jim?” Ted asked. Natya heard no response and wondered if they were talking about cumming in her. She tried to keep it out of her mind. If she just obeyed, maybe they would let her go. Slowly, ted pulled out of her throat and she gasped for air. “Open,” he demanded, and she obeyed, and felt him sliding something round in between her teeth with a strap that fit snugly around the back of her head. She moved her tongue around – the thing was hollow, leaving her mouth open – a gaping hole. It was then that she felt Jim pull his cock out of her pussy and press it against her asshole. She made noises, trying to speak, to beg Jim not to take her asshole just as Ted’s cock filled the hole and slid into her throat again.
“You know what we love the best, cockwhore? We love it when a slut gives her whole body to us. Since we believe that all women are the property of men, we love it. Do you belong to us, slut? Answer correctly.” Tears streaming down her cheeks, she nodded. Anything. She would not admit that she was beginning to be turned on by the idea of giving herself completely. No, I’m not a slut! She kept telling herself as she got wetter.
Jim moaned as he pushed his cockhead into her ass, Natya moaned in agony. Ted continued to fuck her face, a little gentler now.
“Now, bitch. What i want you to do is open your throat nice and wide for Ted and relax your asshole and give it to me. Good girl. Good slut.” She could feel Jim’s cock inching in as she relaxed her ass, obeying. It felt like he was shoving a bottle up there – she felt like she was being torn open. At the same time, she felt Ted gathering her hair and then pushing his cock into her throat again, using her face as leverage and a way to hold her down.
“Good slut,” Jim was saying as he shoved his cock in further, and began pumping her ass. “Now, Ted’s cock owns you, slut. Open your throat and give yourself to Ted.” 20 seconds went by, and Ted’s cock was still deep in her throat, pulsing, not moving. She began to panic as 40 seconds rolled around and Ted tried to push deeper, rolling his hips against her lips. Her throat closed tightly with fear.
“Give yourself to Ted’s cock, you stupid slut. That cock owns you now. Let yourself go, you were born to die on that cock you worthless slut.” Natya’s panic became true as she realized what he meant, but her body betrayed her as she didn’t fight it, in fact she opened her throat just as Jim demanded, felt his cock slide in deeper and begin to spasm in her throat as she started to see specks of black in her vision. Was this what she was really born for? She was beginning to think maybe Jim was right. She felt something inside her change as she opened her throat and felt the cock slide deeper in. She abandoned Natya and became a slut in truth. Drool flowed down her neck and dripped onto the ground and for a moment she became ecstatic, an orgasm forming. She felt Jim’s cock slamming into her asshole now, the pain only melded with the pleasure of knowing she finally found her place in life – to serve Jim and Ted and to die on Ted’s cock.
With her last ounce of strength she pushed her head further onto Ted’s cock, impaling her face deeper and she came, her cunt writhing and spurting.
“Ohhh fuck yesssss…” Jim moaned as he came in the slut’s ass. He pumped his semen in deeper before he pulled out and wiped it on the whore’s ass cheek. He looked up at Ted, who was still holding the limp slut’s face on his cock and smiled.
“Next time, Ted, I get to do the honors.”

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