Writing lurid tales of femdom, and masturbating over them, was as far as Percy thought his desire to be dominated would go. Attending a BDSM writers function, he finds he's been sought out by a woman whose desire is greater than his... and that desire is to own him, and put him to good use. Hopelessly submissive, Percy is an easy conquest for her, and he is elevated to a female dominated heaven, where all those fantasies he's written about, become an erotic reality
What do you call four girls lined up on a platform getting their asses fucked while another two kneel and take care of the cocksucking, ball-licking and asshole-tonguing chores and two more with big boobs get their butts spanked with rubber paddle fins? Well you certainly don't call it a plot. Katie calls it a stroke story (as she makes that universal motion for jacking off with her thumb and fingers in the shape of an O) and suggests you male readers have some tissue nearby to catch your wads.
There is a small mention of bestiality but not the main story. Searching for something different a couple see an advert for slut training, and after a discussion they enquire as to what it involves, and get invited down to a farm and are shown around and rules were stated, then sent home to discuss and think it over but the wife insists they do it and arrange for her to start training.
WARNING-this is a story of forced sex, you know violent rape. It involves a young girl. It contains graphic depictions of the rape of a young prostitute. This also contains murder-SNUFF if you like. If this story is likely to offend you, it is best if you refrain from reading it. If you are reading it to post what a terrible person I am for writing this trash-well then maybe it is good therapy for you, read on, McDuff, read on. I am very aware this is offensive! ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.
A novelist with writer's block books a getaway to a remote location, hoping to ignite the creative process. He meets a mysterious fan with a dark persona and secrets hidden in her basement. Is Jack Fleming's next novel worth enduring her dungeon of depravity?
Lily wakes up to the sound of her stepfather's heavy footsteps outside her bedroom door. She knows what's coming - his unwanted, brutal advances that leave her sore and ashamed. But even as she fights against it, she can't deny the shameful heat building between her thighs. As he roughly grabs her, forcing her legs apart and violating her with his fingers and tongue, Lily loses herself in the forbidden pleasure. She cries out and writhes beneath him, torn between disgust and ecstasy.