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Property of Devil’s Outlaws (Part 6)

A beautiful 24-year-old Asian girl goes on vacation but gets lost in a small town and quickly kidnapped by a ruthless and violent biker gang. She struggles to survive as they turn her into their personal fuck-toy, beating and raping her constantly.

Property of Devil’s Outlaws (Part 11)

A beautiful 24-year-old Asian girl goes on vacation but gets lost in a small town and quickly kidnapped by a ruthless and violent biker gang. She struggles to survive as they turn her into their personal fuck-toy, beating and raping her constantly.

Property of Devil’s Outlaws (Part 2)

A beautiful 24-year-old Asian girl goes on vacation but gets lost in a small town and quickly kidnapped by a ruthless and violent biker gang. She struggles to survive as they turn her into their personal fuck-toy, beating and raping her constantly. Will they eventually demand ransom from her family? Sell her into slavery? Kill her? Her fate may be uncertain, but suffice to say, it likely will not be a happy one.

Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 6, Part 1

Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the eighth in this series and continues the adventures of The Three J’s and Sara at Mountain Lodge Resort. This story might make more sense if you have read the previous days of “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing” For the most part, the stories in this series are pretty mild. If you are looking for heavy duty stuff, try one of my other story series.

A wife becomes a cock slut

s a good looking woman. in her mid-forties, a wife and mother she had a comfortable life, with a family who cared for her and a husband who still enjoyed fucking her on a regular basis. She had always been hot, with big DD tits with big nipples on a size 8 frame and had had more than her fair share of cocks over the years as someone who enjoyed being fucked.

Property of Devil’s Outlaws (Part 1)

A beautiful 24-year-old Asian girl goes on vacation but gets lost in a small town and quickly kidnapped by a ruthless and violent biker gang. She struggles to survive as they turn her into their personal fuck-toy, beating and raping her constantly.

Vampire Lust

It was cold out and I was just sitting there waiting for the bus for school. I was a freshman, only 15. I had stayed back a year. I wish I lived closer to the school so I didn’t have to go on that bus and see those assholes. I say those assholes because I don’t know their names. It’s just a gang of guys that bother me on the bus. Pulling my hair, asking me things like, “do I suck dick?” and such.
I hated the bus. As I shivered there at the bus stop I thought about skipping today and going to the bowling alley like last week. I looked down the road up and down and then back at my mom’s house.
“Fuck it!” I exclaimed. I walked away from the bus stop and went down the road towards town. Maybe I could just hang out at the bowling alley for the day. I knew that some of the other kids who skipped usually hung out there.
I entered the bowling alley. My light brown hair was covered with a pink beanie. The snow was frosting on the top of my head. I pulled my hat off and dusted the snow off. I walked to an empty booth near the food. I scanned the bowling alley. Mostly old bowlers. I kept looking watching one guy throw a strike.
Then, something caught my eye. A guy was sitting all alone near the arcade. He was so hot. He had long dark hair on his shoulders. It was styled and layered. I had this feeling that he was gay. Well if he is I can still look I thought. I turned around in my booth like a little kid and watched him. He was so sexy. His jaw was strong and he had full lips and a straight little nose but his eyes were the most amazing part. They were like blue pools of water and long dark lashes.
I felt my cheeks turn red as he brought a class of beer to his lips and another part of me was turned on too. I was just staring wondering what he could look like naked when his eyes shifted and he looked back at me. Our eyes locked. I shivered; his stare was intense. I swallowed my saliva. Something was wrong with this how old is he like 20? 25? I have to get out of here I thought. I grabbed my hat and pulled it on and ran out the door. When I got outside I breathed heavily. My hands on my pink stocking clad knees. The hairs on my neck stood up. I looked back and there he was; all hot and scary. Watching me. A smile tugged on his full lips.
“Who you running from?” I stood up straight and turned to watch him walk up to me. I bit my lip. He was tall and towered over me.
“No one I just…um…it was stuffy in there,” I mustered thinking quickly.
“You wouldn’t be afraid of me now would you?” He leaned in closer. His body nearly touching mine. I felt his body heat and then one of his arms grabbed both of my wrists in one of his large hands. I was helpless. I tried to scream but his other hand was over my mouth in a flash. I screamed and cried out into his hand; struggling for freedom. He pulled me towards a parked car and pushed me into the passenger seat. I kicked at him and scratched at the door trying to get it open but it was locked. He slammed his door closed and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me back.
“Listen girly, don’t fight it I felt your heat and I watched you shudder you want it badly, don’t you? I know you do.” His eyes were so hypnotic. I whimpered. the roots of my hair on fire. He looked away from me scanning for anyone that might have seen. He shoved me upright in the seat and I trembled shrinking away from him. He started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot. I screamed and tried the door again. Crack! A hard blow to my head and I was out cold.
I woke up slowly. My head hurt. There was so much pain throbbing through my head. I had the feeling I was being watched. I opened my eyes wide and there was my kidnapper. his eyes not moving watching me. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I was in a dark room. I tried to move but I couldn’t. My arms! They were handcuffed!
“You sick freak!” I screamed. He laughed softly under his breath. He reached for me. One of his hands ran over my naked breast. Oh my god, I’m naked! He undressed me! I trembled as my body flushed. I could not believe it. I didn’t want this. His hand massaged and flicked my nipple. I gasped, his eyes danced over me.
“Please please god…don’t rape me please,” I begged. He smiled wider; white teeth glinting. My eyes widened I choked out,
“Oh my god!” Two long fangs like a dog or a cat slid from under his top lip.
“Now you know what I am, little one,” he said softly leaning over me. He slid his leg over me and he was hovering over me. Those eyes watching, scaring the hell out of me.
“I could have taken you when you were out, you know. But you have choice in this,” he said softly. He grabbed the back of my head and yanked my hair. I gasped my back arching. His mouth found mine. I could not believe myself as I moaned into his mouth. His fingernails dug into the back of my neck. His tongue fucked my mouth harshly. He bit my bottom lip and I moaned again. He is going to rape me my brain screamed. But my body wanted him! My pussy was burning with desire. My mouth ached for more of his harsh kisses. He growled deep in his throat and drew his mouth away from mine. I moaned softly. My eyes were heavy. I knew I must be a red as a beat.
“You have the choice. Become one with me. Spread your thighs, invite me in, and let me have your flower or I shall take your blood and you shall die and your body given to my dogs. They are very hungry.” He was watching for my reaction and smiled when my eyes widened.
“I…I…this is insane! My mother and Father will find me!” I squirmed against him.
“That wasn’t a choice.” He growled he yanked my head to the side; exposing my neck to his fangs.
“Now make your choice, girl.” He licked along my neck sending shivers down my spine. I could not think with his mouth pressing kisses onto my neck. His groin was grinding against my thigh. I whimpered softly. I did not want to die. No one wants to die. If he raped me I could still escape somehow but if I died here my mother and father would never know what became of me.
“No…I don’t want to die..,” I said softly.
“What was that?” He replied, an evil glint in his eyes. I swallowed.
“You can fuck me,” I said bluntly his eyes glittered. That’s what he wanted to hear.
“Good girl.” He got off the bed and walked away until I could no longer see him.
It felt like forever laying there, shivering .it was cold. Only a few candles were lit in the room. Everything was black and red. I sighed heavily I was going to be raped on these sheets in this strange house by this oh so sexy but crazy man. I whimpered. Tears began spilling from my eyes. A vampire, no a fucking crazy man who thought he was a vampire and had mean little girl eating dogs. I began bawling. Tears upon tears rolled down my cheeks. Then I felt his presence again. He was completely naked, a bottle of wine and a glass in his hands. I could not help myself and I looked to his crotch. Through my tears I saw how big he was I began to panic again. more tears my chest began to pound. He sat down near me and set the wine and glass down on the floor. I shut my eyes tight. His hand caressed my cheek and I felt his hot breath on my face. His lips running over my brow.
“Shh…,” I opened my eyes. He watched me and his eyes softened. he reached for my cuffed hands. When I was released I did the first thing I could think of, I tried to hit him. He caught my fists and pulled me into his lap. I screamed and squirmed; calling him every foul mouthed thing I could think of. He gripped my throat, making me stop. He reached for the wine and poured it into the glass. I watched and became paralyzed with fear again.
“Drink this.” He gave me the glass. I looked down into the blood colored drink. He is getting me drunk. He doesn’t want me to fight him when he rapes me. I swallowed down the whole glass and coughed. He smile. I felt the buzz. He held me close giving me another glass full. I leaned into his strong chest. I moaned softly; done with the second glass. His fingers ran down my back.
“When I saw you I knew I had to have you,” He breathed into my hair.
“Such a pretty girl. Such pretty green eyes and luscious lips,” He tilted my head back.
“And a virgin.” I nodded my head. He smiled, laying me back on the bed. He spread my legs with his strong hands. I whimpered. This was it, my first time. I gasped as he took in my pussy. he was admiring me. I bit my lip. My cheeks hot again then his head lowered I whimpered leaning up on my arms.
“Wha…ahhhhh,” His tongue was in my pussy. his mouth locked onto me. I cried out and he grabbed my thighs, bringing my pussy closer to his mouth. He was teasing my clit with his tongue. I screamed in pleasure as he stabbed his tongue into my virgin hole.
“Ohhh. It feels so good.” I said in a daze. He pushed two fingers into me and I winced in pain. He kept finger fucking me like that his tongue teasing my clit. I was on the verge of cumming, this was so much better than my tiny fingers.
“Ahhh I’m gonna…ahh.” He growled, stopping what he was doing. He spread my legs wider. He took one of my hands and made me spread my dripping pussy for him.
“I want you to know my name,” he said softly leaning over me. He ran the head of his massive dick over my clit.
“Why would you let me know your name..?” He smiled, kissing me. I moaned as he pressed the head of his dick against my pussy hole.
“I want to hear you moan it,” He whispered in my ear. I shuddered at the thought.
“Alexander,” He whispered and then he pushed against me. I bit my lip hard as the massive head pushed open my pussy hole. he stretched me. I grabbed the sheets, no longer able to hold open my pussy. He thrust hard into me taking my cherry for his own. He pinned me to the bed, his cock buried deep inside me. I whimpered softly. My pussy was throbbing around his girth. He kissed my neck, my eyelids, and my mouth. Then he began to move. I cried out each time he thrust into my tight hole. He growled; his fingernails digging into my wrists as his hips slapped against my thighs.
It was beginning to feel so good. My hips followed his, searching for his cock. I was huffing and puffing. Little noises I didn’t know I could make came from my lips. He groaned turning me over on my side and pushing my leg up so my legs were at a 90 degree angle. He began fucking me harder. I cried out. He was fucking me like an animal; hips moving fast, cock pounding away on my unused pussy. I faced the bed sheets, muffling my screams.
“No. I want to hear you scream for me, slut.” he growled my face from the sheets. He fucked me harder. The slap of our skin sounded around the room.
“Ahhhhh I can’t take this…ahhh,” I cried his hand squeezed my little breast.
“Say my name! Say it!” he commanded rubbing my clit as he fucked me.
“Ahhh mmm Alexander!” I cried gasping as I’m began to cum.
“Louder whore!” I screamed cumming my pussy clenched so hard around his cock I thought I might just die. I shook all over I could feel his cum pouring down my thighs.
” Alexander…Alexander..,” I muttered softly, tired and wasted. He moaned staying inside me pumping ever drop into me.
“Mmm…My mate you were so good.” He rolled off me and then moved me into a spooning position. One hand wrapped around my waist and the other moved to my breast. I felt so weak. He moved his mouth to my neck. I heard him whisper,
“This may hurt. And you will pass out. But when you awaken you will be a creature of the night, just like me. “ I couldn’t protest, even if I wanted to. I felt the sharp pain as his fangs sank into my neck. I felt him drink from me for a few moments before pulling away. I felt my eyelids becoming heavier and he whispered to me,
“Sleep tight, my love.” And the darkness overtook me.

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Club Fatale, Pt. 2

Club Fatale, Pt. 2
Chapter Three – Rise and Shine
I woke with an extreme discomfort in my groin. Something was encasing my cock. I rolled over and my cock slid from Karina’s mouth. Her head flopped around, limply, and her eyes were open and lifeless, staring at me.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!” came Jana’s chipper voice.
She came to my side of the bed and kissed me on the lips.
“What the fuck happened?” I asked Jana.
“To my sister, Karina? I’m afraid that you snuffed her in the night without knowing after you fell asleep with your cock in her throat. You silly man!”
Snap. I awoke with start.
I was in bed and a pair of red lips was wrapped around the base of my cock. The shaft was buried in Karina’s throat. She was sucking on me and struggling for breath, but was, most definitely, alive.
Too bad, I thought.
I shook my head to clear the dream. My cock was a hard as a rock and I was on the verge of ecstasy. I held Karina to me as I cried out and came, hard. I could feel her swallowing around me for several seconds, downing my seed and then she shuttered and went still.
I pulled out of her unconscious throat. Checked her pulse. She was alive.
The water in the bathroom was running. I got up and investigated. Jana was in there and I joined her. She offered to wash me and I took her up on the offer. Halfway through, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed Jana, pressed her face to the tiles and fucked her brains out in the steaming shower.
As I was getting dressed, there was a knock at the door.
“Yes,” I called out.
The door opened and I turned to see a knockout.
The woman who entered was lean, with a rangy frame and slender, athletic legs. Six foot tall if she was an inch — she could almost look me directly in the eyes. Long, blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and Dresden-blue eyes stared into mine with a delicious feeling of intimacy. She wore a white blouse, a tan skirt and a red hat.
The hat was an absurd thing for this day and age, hopelessly outdated, with a wide brim, but she wore it with such panache and style that I felt as if I were the one out of time.
She was, all in all, a glorious sight.
Immediately, images of the things I could do to her started popping into my head.
“Good morning, Mr. Anderson,” the lady said, in a voice rich with emotion. “I trust you slept well, last night?”
“Um, ah, yes,” I stammered.
She held out her hand: “Emmanuelle.”
I took it and held it, delicately. Smiling at her, I couldn’t help but say: “Please tell me that you are another of my gifts, Emmanuelle.”
She smiled and I thought I saw a flattered look.
“I’m afraid not, Mr. Anderson,” she said, fingering something about her neck.
It was then that I realized she was wearing a white collar. She was the property of the Commodore. My thoughts drifted back to Mr. Lloyd saying something about a white-collar being a treat. He hadn’t been joking.
“But I do thank you for the complement,” she said. “It’s been a long time since anyone has said something so nice.”
I blinked and smiled. My ego felt stroked.
“The Commodore wishes to see you this morning,” Emmanuelle said, “and to welcome you to the Island.”
“Let me get my suit jacket,” I said.
“It’s rather warm outside,” she warned. “We are in the tropics.”
“I just can’t meet a man without looking presentable. I’m sorry, but it’s an old business habit.”
“I quite understand.”
She smiled again, and this one touched her eyes in way that I couldn’t describe. If she was free, I’d have asked her out in a second. I could tell that Emmanuelle was a lady of beauty, quality and passion. I had seen women with all these qualities untapped, but with Emmanuelle, they were tapped. She exuded them in the way movie starlets and courtesans did during their best performances.
“I also came to give you these,” she said. She held out a pair of violet-colored collars. Each one bore a silver tag with a number on it: 47. “These are yours for the two Femmes that you have. When you need more, come and see me.”
I took them and replaced the black collars that Jana and Karina currently wore.
“I had been thinking that I would choose another color, Emmanuelle,” I said.
“I do apologize,” she said, “but the Commodore assigns the colors that he wants to his patrons.”
“Does the Commodore assign colors based upon a system?”
She blushed. “I’m afraid that I’m not allowed to say much about that, sir. If you’ll come with me, then?”
A few minutes later, we were zooming across the island campus in a golf cart.
“It’s much easier to get around out this way than in a car,” Emmanuelle said.
“How far is it to the Commodore’s office?”
“Oh, his mansion is on the tall cliff,” she said, and pointed. “It should take us about five minutes.”
We proceeded up the hill and turned onto a small path. In seconds, we were swallowed by the trees. In less than a minute, the air went from tolerable to hot and muggy.
“Tell me about yourself, Emmanuelle,” I said.
“There isn’t much to tell,” she said. “I came here long ago to live with the Commodore. He took me and I have been with him ever since.”
“How old are you?”
“Forty. I came here at fifteen. I was just a slip of a girl, then. The Commodore took a fancy to me and made me one of his wives.”
“You’re married to him?”
“Oh, yes. I gave him three daughters. I dearly love them. But they always have problems with their father. They simply don’t understand his proclivities…”
I thought about what that could mean.
“And what about you, Mr. Anderson, do you have any children?”
“One daughter: Jacqueline,” I said, smiling. “I love her more than anything. I would do anything for her.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry…” Emmanuelle said softly.
“Sorry about what?”
“Ah, I… um, I’m just sorry that you can’t see her right now. It’s hard to be away from the ones that you love.”
“Do you get away much?”
“No,” she said. “I haven’t been off of this island in twenty-five years.”
“Wow,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.
“I suppose that you don’t understand my life or why someone like the Commodore would want me.”
“Not at all,” I assured her. “Given the chance, I dare say that I would marry you in a heartbeat. I have a penthouse in Manhattan where we could stay. You could rise late every morning and walk to Tiffany’s. I have an account there and they would set you up with anything you desired.”
It was a pleasant fantasy. I smiled at it.
Suddenly, the cart stopped.
Emmanuelle looked at me with her big, violet eyes. They seemed larger than they had, trained upon me now. “Do you really mean that?”
“Of course I do. Did I break some sort of rule by flirting with you, Emmanuelle? I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Emmanuelle pulled off, down a side path and parked.
“That must be the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me, Mr. Anderson.”
“Evan,” I said. “Call me Evan.”
“Evan,” she repeated in a whisper.
There were tears in Emmanuelle’s eyes and I couldn’t help myself. I brushed them away with my finger. When I touched her face, something happened. The next thing I knew, we were kissing and then tonguing in full-throated passion.
It seemed like hours passed, but it was only seconds and I pulled away.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she said.
“No, it’s not you!” I said, quickly. “I was told that white-collars were off limits and I don’t want to get you into trouble.”
“I would risk it for you,” she whispered. “Lean back.”
I did and Emmanuelle attacked my pants. My belt came undone and my hard-on sprang out, firmer than ever before.
“My god,” Emmanuelle whispered, “it’s a masterpiece of cock.”
My ego soared to new heights at her praise. At the same time, just hearing her say the word ‘cock’ made me jump and ooze.
She giggled at my discomfort and said: “Let me help you.”
Emmanuelle’s hand went to my cock. Her thumb and forefinger encircled the base and she closed them, tightened them; started jacking up and down. Waves of pleasure ran up my groin and pre-come oozed from of the head of my cock in copious amounts. In seconds, Emmanuelle’s hand was coated and glistening.
I looked at her and she was a sight. Her tits shook beneath her white blouse as she jacked me with vigor. Her attention was locked on my cock, her face concealed by her hat. All I wanted to do was rip that hat off, tear open her blouse and take her by the face and breasts until I came all over her.
“Oh, god!” I hissed. “I don’t know how much more I can take!”
“Then I must do this rightly,” she said. Tearing the hat from her blonde head, she bent over and took me in-between her red lips. In one stroke she was upon me and I could feel the back of her throat. She slurped once and shutters ran through my body. I struggled to restrain myself. I didn’t want this to ever end. I felt her pull back and then she thrust down again, fucking her face onto my cock.
It was just too much and I came.
I expected her to pull away, but in defiance of all logic, she thrust herself further down, took me all the way in her throat and sucked hard. I had never felt such a sensation: exposed to the vacuum, my come was just gone, swallowed into her stomach in moments of glorious ejaculation.
When my vision finally cleared, I realized that I was holding Emmanuelle’s head to my groin, tightly. There was no way that she could breathe. I released her, but she stayed down on me for several more seconds, sucking the remaining come from my deflating cock. Her blonde hair called to me and I rubbed it, lovingly.
My fingers drifted down to touch the white collar about her slender neck. Nothing was more erotic than fucking a married woman.
Finally, she pulled off, slurping the remaining saliva off of my cock and swallowing it.
I looked at my pants — there wasn’t even a wet stain.
“We have wasted time,” she said. She checked her watch. “Eleven minutes. The Commodore will grow suspicious after fifteen. We have enough time to get there by then, if you can compose yourself, Mr. Anderson.”
“Composing…” I said.
I couldn’t believe that she was so self-assured after what happened. I felt disheveled; embarrassed and guilty.
She saw it and laid a slender hand on my shoulder. That simple touch did more than I could have imagined. I immediately steadied myself.
“Let’s go, Emmanuelle,” I said in a firm voice. “Oh, and it’s Evan. Call me Mr. Anderson again and I will be displeased.”
She smiled and started the cart.
We made it there is thirteen minutes.

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The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 1

Hello, there. This is just a fictional story and a fantasy of mine. It is in no way true, nor have I or anyone I know been through this. The first chapter if slow to start off, but there is sensitive subject matter like abduction and rape in this chapter. I do hope you enjoy it!

Samantha’s Dubai Nightmare (Part 03)

A petite, gorgeous 19-year-old blonde American gets lured into working for an escorting agency in Dubai. Once there, she is quickly sold into slavery and forced to serve and pleasure her owner in the most terrible of ways.

Property of Devil’s Outlaws (Part 3)

A beautiful 24-year-old Asian girl goes on vacation but gets lost in a small town and quickly kidnapped by a ruthless and violent biker gang. She struggles to survive as they turn her into their personal fuck-toy, beating and raping her constantly. Will they eventually demand ransom from her family? Sell her into slavery? Kill her? Her fate may be uncertain, but suffice to say, it likely will not be a happy one.