Humiliation

Fantasm

Titcage (Chapter 25)

Claire’s worrk at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” has eroded her self-respect and turned her into an increasingly degraded slut…

Fantasm

The Contract

A woman uses her recent lottery winnings to take a out a revenge contract on “The Target.”

Fantasm

Nova’s Prime

as I went to pull my bag away he took my wrist and waist then slammed me down on on his bed. My heart was racing as I looked up into his toxic green eyes. “Get off of me!” I shook and as I looked to the door he looked as well. His eyes glowed, then the door shut and locked. I began to tremble in his arms as the gravity seemed to intensify. His hand left my wrist and came to hold my jaw. “Shh…” He warned darkly.

Fantasm

Titcage (Chapter 12)

Claire has been made to take work experience at “Titcage”, a lobby organisation created to degrade women. The work and its requirements are slowly degrading Claire and, in stages, turning her into the kind of slut they want.

Diary

Adventures of Pinkie: TRUCK PULLING COMPETITION

It has been a few months of heavy torment for pregnant Pinkie and her udders. She kept spending most of the time on that truck, fucked in the ass and being fed strictly with nutritious sperm and water. The vixen was often cuffed behind that truck, constantly in a state of bliss from the pain and pleasure. Her belly started to expand 3 weeks ago and was now hanging down bellow the Outlaw’s slave ribcage. Still not nearly as low as the large pendulous jugs dangling off the truck.

Fantasm

The Chosen

Suzy finds that she has been chosen for a very special place in the village festival.

Diary

Secret Life [by Anonymous] PART 2

***CHECK PART 1***
My godfather (whose fortune I afterwards inherited) was very fond of me; somewhere about this time he used perpetually to be saying, “When you get to school, don’t you follow any of the tricks yourself, that other boys do, or you will die in a mad-house; lots of boys do.” And he told me some horrible tales; it was done in a mysterious way. I felt there was a hidden meaning, and not having knowledge of what it was, asked him. I should know fast enough, said he, but mark his words. He repeated this so often, that it sunk deeply into my mind, and made me uneasy, something was to happen to me, if I did something–I did not know what–it was intended as a caution against frigging, and it had good effect on me I am sure in various ways in the after time.
One day talking with Fred, I recollected what I had done to the governess. I had kept it to myself all along for fear. “What a lie,” said he. “I did really.” “Oh! ain’t you a liar,” he reiterated, “I’ll ask Miss Granger.” The same governess was with us then.
At this remark of his, an absolute terror came over me, the dread was something so terrible, that the recollection of it is now painful. “Oh don’t, pray don’t, Fred,” I said, “oh if Papa should hear!” He kept on saying he would. I was too young to see the improbability of his doing anything of the sort. “If you do, I’ll tell him what we did when the pedler woman piddled.” He did not care. “Now, it’s a lie, isn’t it, you did not feel her cunt?” In fear, I confessed it was a lie. “I know it was,” said Fred. He had kept me in a state of terror about the affair for days, till I told a lie, to get quit of the subject.
I was evidently always secret, even then, about anything amorous, excepting with Fred (as will be seen) and have continued so all my life. I rarely bragged, or told anyone of my doings; perhaps this little affair with the governess, was a lesson to me, and confirmed me in a habit natural to me from my infancy. I have kept to myself everything I did with the opposite sex.
We now frequently examined our pricks, and Fred jeered me so about my prepuce being tight, that I resolved that no other boy should see it; and though I did not keep strictly to that intention, it left a deep-seated mortification on me. I used to look at my prick with a sense of shame, and pull the prepuce up and down, as far as I could constantly, to loosen it, and would treat other boys’ cocks in the same way, if they would let me, without expecting me to make a return; but the time was approaching when I was to learn much more.
One of my uncles, who lived in London, took a house in the country for the summer near Hampton-Court Palace. Fred and I went to stay there with them. There were several daughters and sons, the sons quite young. People then came down from London in vans, carts, and carriages of all sorts, to see the Palace and grounds (there was no railway), they were principally of the small middle classes, and used to picnic, or else dine at the taverns when they arrived; then full, and frisky, after their early meal, go into the parks and gardens. They do so still, but times were different then, so few people went there comparatively; fewer park-keepers to look after them, and less of what is called delicacy, amongst visitors of the class named.
Our family party used to go into the grounds daily, and all day long nearly, if we were not on the river banks. Fred winked at me one day, “let’s lose Bob,” said he, “and we’ll have such a lark.” Bob was one of our little cousins, generally given into our charge. We lost Bob purposely. Said Fred, “if you dodge the gardiners, creep up there, and lay on your belly quietly, some girls will be sure to come, and piss, you’ll see them pull their clothes up as they turn round, I saw some before you came to stay with us.” So we went pushing our way among shrubs, and evergreens, till a gardiner, who had seen us, called out, “You there, come back, if I catch you going off the walks, you’ll be put outside.” We were in such a funk, Fred cut off one way, I another, but it only stopped us for that day. Fred so excited me about the girls’ arses, as he called them, that we never lost an opportunity of trying for a sight, but were generally baulked. Once or twice only we saw a female squat down, but nothing more, till my mother and Fred’s came to stop with us.
Fred’s mother, mine, the girls, Fred and I went into the Park gardens, one day after luncheon. A very hot day, for we kept in the shady walks, one of which led to the place where women hid themselves to piss. My aunt said, “Why don’t you boys go and play, you don’t mind the sun,” so off we went, but when about to leave the walk, turned round and saw the women had turned back. Said Fred, “I’m sure they are going to piss, that’s why they want to get rid of us.” We evaded the gardiners, scrambled through shrubs, on our knees, and at last on our bellies up a little bank, on the other side of which was the vacant place on which dead leaves and sweepings were shot down. As we got there, pushing aside the leaves, we saw the big backside of a woman, who was half standing, half squatting, a stream of piss falling in front of her, and a big hairy gash, as it seemed, under her arse; but only for a second, she had just finished as we got the peep, let her clothes fall, tucked them between her legs, and half turned round. We saw it was Fred’s mother, my aunt. Off aunt went. “Isn’t it a wopper,” said Fred, “lay still, more of them will come.”
Two or three did, one said, “you watch if anyone is coming,” squatted and piddled, we could not see her cunt, but only part of her legs, and the piddle splashing in front of her. Then came the second, she had her arse towards us, sat so low, that we could not even see the tips of her buttocks. Fred thought it a pity they did not stand half up like his mother. On other occasions, we went to the same place, but though I recollect seeing some females’ legs, don’t recollect seeing any more. Nevertheless the sights were very delightful to us, and we used to discuss his mother’s “wopper” and the hair, and the look of the gash, but I thought there must be some mistake, for it was not the idea I had formed of a cunt.
Fred soon after stopped with us in town, we had been forbidden to go out together, without permission, but we did, and met a boy bigger than either of us, who was going to bathe. “Come and see them bathing,” he said. My father had refused to take me to the public baths. Disregarding this, Fred and I paid our six pence each, and in we went with our friend; we did not bathe, but amused ourselves with seeing others, and the pricks of the men. None, as far as I can recollect, wore drawers in those days, they used to walk about hiding their prides generally, with their hands, but not always. I was astonished at the size of some of them, and at the dark hair about them, and on other parts of their bodies. I wondered also at seeing one or two, with the red tip showing fully, so different from mine. All this was much talked over by us afterwards, it was to me an insight into the male make and form. Fred told me, he had often seen men’s pricks in their fields, and in those days, living in the country as he did, I dare say it was true, but I don’t recollect ever having seen the pricks of full grown men, or a naked man before in my life.
It must have been in the summer of that same year, that I went after this to spend some days at my aunt’s at H…ds…e…, Fred’s mother. We slept in the some room, and sometimes got up quite at daybreak to go fishing. One morning Fred had left something, in one of his sisters’ rooms and went to fetch it, though forbidden to go into the girls’ bedrooms. The room in question was opposite to ours. He was only partly dressed, and came back in a second, his face grinning. “Oh! come Wat, come softly, Lucy and Mary are quite naked, you can see their cunts, Lucy has some black hair on hers.” I was only half dressed, and much excited by the idea of seeing my cousins’ nudity. We both took off our slippers, and crept along through the door half open, then went on our knees! But why we did so, to this day I don’t understand, and so crept to the foot of the bed, then raising ourselves, we both looked over the footboard.
Lucy, fifteen years old, was laying half on her side, naked from her knees to her waist, the bed-clothes kicked off (I suppose through heat), were dragging across her feet and partly laying on the floor; we saw her split, till lost in the closed thighs, she had a little dark short hair over the top of her cunt, and that is all I can recollect about it.
Mary-Ann by the side of her, a year younger only, laid on her back, nacked up to her navel, just above which was her night-gown in a heap and ruck; she had scarcely a sign of hair on her cunt, but a vermillion line, lay right through her crack. Projecting more towards the top, where her cunt began, she had what I now know was a strongly developed clitoris; she was a lovely girl and had long chestnut hair.
Whilst we looked she moved one leg up in a restless manner, and we bobbed down, thinking she was awaking; when we looked again, her limbs were more open, and we saw the cunt till it was pinched up, by the closing of her buttocks. In fear of being caught, we soon crept out, closed the door ajar, and regained our bedroom, so delighted that we danced with joy, as we talked about the look of the two cunts; of which, after all, we had only had a most partial, rapid glimpse.
Lucy was a very plain girl, and was so as a woman. She had, I recollect, a very red bloated looking face as she lay (it was so hot); she it was, who in afterlife my mother cautioned about leaving her infant son to a nursemaid.
Mary-Ann was lovely. I used afterwards to look and talk with her, thinking to myself: “Ah! you have but little idea, that I have seen your cunt.” She was unfortunate; married a cavalry officer, went to India with him, was left at a station unavoidably by her husband, who was sent on a campaign, for a whole year; could not bear being deprived of cock, and was caught in the act of fucking with a drummer boy, a mere lad. She was separated from him, came back to England, and drank herself to death. She was a salacious young woman, I think from what I recollect of her, and am told, was afterwards fucked by a lot of men; but it was a sore point with the family, and all about her was kept quiet.
One of Lucy’s sons, in after years, I saw fucking a maid in a summer-house: both standing up against a big table; I was on the roof. Many years before that, I fucked a nurse-maid, she laying on that table, in the very same summer-house, as I shall presently tell.
Fred and I used to discuss the look of his sisters’ and mother’s cunts, as if they had belonged to strangers. The redness of the line in Mary-Ann’s quim astonished us. I do not recollect having even then, formed any definite notion of what a girl’s cunt was, though we had seen the splits, but had still, and till much further on, the notion that the hole was round, and close to where the clitoris is, having no idea then of what a clitoris was, though we had got an Aristotle and used to read it greedily; the glimpse of the two cunts were but momentary, and our excitement confused our recollections.
Fred and I then formed a plot to look at another girl’s cunt; who the girl was, I don’t know, it may have been another of Fred’s sisters, or a cousin by another of my aunts, but I think not; at all events she was stopping in aunt’s house, and from her height, which was less than that of Fred and myself, I should think a girl of about eleven or twelve years of age. I scrupulously avoid stating anything positively, unless quite certain. Some years afterwards when we were very young men, we did the same thing with a female cousin (but not his sister), as I shall tell.
There was haymaking. We romped with the girl, buried each other in hay, pulled each other out, and so on. I was buried in the hay and dragged out by my legs by Fred and the girl. Then Fred was: then we buried the girl, and as Fred pulled her out he threw up her clothes, I lay over her head, which was covered with hay. Fred saw, winked and nodded. It came to my turn again to be buried, and then hers; I laid hold of her legs and pulling them from under the hay, saw her thighs, I pushed her knees up, and had a glimpse of the slit, which was quite hairless. My aunt and others were in the very field, but had no idea of the game we were playing, the girl romping with us, had no idea, that we were looking at her cunt, and an instantaneous peep only it was.
What effect sensuously, these glimpses of cunt, had on me, I don’t know; but have no recollection of sexual desire, nor of mine nor Fred’s cock being stiff. I expect that what with games, and our studies, that after all the time we devoted to thinking about women, was not long, and curiosity our sole motive in doing what we did. I clearly recollect our talking at that time about fucking, and wondering if it were true or a lie. We could repeat what we had read, and heard, but it still seemed improbable to me that a cock should go up a cunt, and the result be a child.
Then a passionate liking for females came over me; I fell in sort of love with a lady who must have been forty, and had a sad feeling about her, that is all I recollect. Then I began to follow servants about, on the hope of seeing their legs, or seeing them piddle, or for some undefined object: but that I was always looking after them, I know very well.
Then (I know now) my father got into difficulties, we moved into a smaller house, the governess went away, I was sent to another school, one of my brothers and sisters died; my father went abroad to look after some plantations, and after a year’s absence came back and died, leaving my mother, in what compared with our former condition, were poor circumstances, but this in due course will be more fully told.
I think I went to school, though not long before what I am going to tell of happened, but am not certain, if so, I must have seen boys frigging; yet as far as I can arrange in my mind the order of events, I first saw a boy doing that, in my own bed-room at home.
I was somewhere, I suppose, about thirteen years of age, when a distant relative came from the country, to stay with us, until he was put to some great school. He was the son of a clergyman, and must have been fifteen, or perhaps sixteen years old, and was strongly pitted with the small-pox. I had never seen him before, and took a strong dislike to him; the family were poor, this boy was intended for a clergyman. I was excessively annoyed, that he was to sleep with me, but in our small house, there was just then no other place for him.
How many nights he slept in my bed, I don’t recollect, it can have been but few; One evening in bed he felt my prick; repulsing him at first, I nevertheless afterwards felt his, and recollect our hands crossing each other and our thighs being close together. Awaking one morning, I felt his belly up against my rump, and his feeling or pushing his prick against my arse, putting my hand back, I pushed him away; then I found it pushing quickly backwards and forwards between my thighs, and his hand, passed over my hips, was grasping my cock. Turning round, I faced him; he asked me to turn round again, and said I might do it to him afterwards, but nothing more was done. An unpleasant feeling about sleeping with him is in my memory, but as said, I disliked him.
The next night undressing, he showed me his prick, stiff, as he sat naked on a chair; it was an exceedingly long, but thin article; he told me about frigging, and said he would frig me, if I would frig him. He commenced moving his hand quickly up and down, on his prick, which got stiffer and stiffer, he jerked up one leg, then the other, shut his eyes and altogether looked so strange, that I thought he was going to have a fit; then out spurted little pasty lumps, whilst he snorted, as some people do in their sleep, and fell back in the chair with his eyes closed; then I saw stuff running thinner over his knuckles. I was strangely fascinated as I looked at him, and at what was on the carpet, but half thought he was ill; he then told me it was great pleasure, and was eloquent about it. Even now, as it did then, the evening seemed to me a nasty unpleasant one, yet I let him get hold of my prick and frig it, but had no sensation of pleasure, he said, “your skin won’t come off, what a funny prick;” that annoyed me, and I would not let him do more; we talked till our candle burnt out; he stamped out the sperm on the carpet, saying the servants would think we had been spitting. Then we got into bed.
Afterwards he frigged himself several times before me, and at his request I frigged him, wondering at the result, and amused, yet at the same time much disgusted. When frigging him one day; he said it was lovely to do it in an arse-hole, that he and his brother took it in turns that way: it was lovely, heavenly! would I let him do it to me. In my innocence I told him, it was impossible and that I thought him a liar. He soon left us and went to college. I saw him once or twice after this, in later years, but at a very early age he drowned himself. I told my cousin Fred about this when I saw him; Fred believed in the frigging, but thought him a liar about the arse-hole business, just as I did. This was the first time I ever saw frigging and male semen, and it opened my eyes.
Though now at a public school, I was shy, and reserved, but greedily listened to all the lewed talk, of which I did not believe a great deal. I became one of a group of boys of the same tastes as myself. One day some of them coaxed me into a privy, and there, in spite of me, pulled out my cock, threw me down, held me, and each one spat upon it, and that initiated me into their society. They had what they called cocks-all-round: anyone admitted to the set, was entitled to feel the others’ cocks. I felt theirs, but again to my mortification, the tightness of my prepuce caused jeering at me; I was glad to hear that there was another boy at the school in the same predicament, though I never saw his. This confirmed me in avoiding my companions, when they were playing at cocks-all-round; being a day scholar only, I was not forced at all times into their intimacy, as I should have been had I been a boarder.
We had a very large playground; beyond it were fields, orchards and walks of large extent reserved for the use of the two head-masters’ families, many of whom were girls. On Saturday half-holidays only, if the fruit was not ripe, we were allowed to range certain fields, and the long bough-covered paths, which surrounded them. Two or three boys of my set told me mysteriously one afternoon, that when the others had gone ahead, we were to meet in the play-ground privy, in which were seats for three boys of a row, and I was to be initiated into a secret without my asking. I was surprised at what took place, there was usually an usher in the play-ground in play-hours, and if boys were too long at the privy, he went there, and made them come out. On the Saturdays, he went out with the boys into the fields: there was no door to the privy, I should add, it was a largish building.
One by one, from different directions, some dodging among trees which bordered one side of the playground, appeared boys. I think there were five or six together in the privy, then it was cocks-all-round, and every boy frigged himself. I would not, at first. Why? I don’t know. At length incited, I tried, my cock would not stand, and vexed and mortified, I withdrew, after swearing not to split on them, on pain of being kicked and cut. I don’t think I was one of the party again, though I saw each of the same boys frig himself in the privy when alone with me, at some time or another.
After this a boy asked me to come to a privy with him in school time, and he would show me how to do it. Only two boys were allowed to go to those closets at the same time, during school time. There were two wooden legs with keys hung up on the wall by string: a boy if he wanted to ease himself looked to see if a log and key was hanging up, and if there was, stood out in the centre of the room; by that the master understood what he wanted. If he nodded, the boy took the key and went to the bog-house (no water-closets then), and when he returned, he hung up the log in its place. Those privies were close together, and separate, there were but two of them.
“You wait till there are two logs hanging up, and directly I get one, you get up and come after me.” Soon we were both in one privy together. “Let’s frig,” said he; we were only allowed to be away five minutes. Out he pulled his prick, then out I pulled mine; he tried to pull my skin back, and could only half do it, he frigged himself successfully, but I could not. He had a very small prick compared with mine. How I envied him the ease with which he covered and uncovered the red tip. I frigged that boy one day, but finding my cock was becoming a talk among our set, I shrunk from going to their frigging parties, which I have seen even take place in a field, boys sitting at the edge of a ditch, whilst one stood up to watch if anyone approached. When they were frigging in the privy, a boy always stood in the open door on the watch, and his time for frigging came afterwards.
With this set I began to look through the Bible, and study all the carnal passages; no book ever gave us perhaps such prolonged, studious, baudy amusement; we could not understand much, but guessed a good deal.
Before I had seen anyone frig, I had been permitted to read novels, not a moment of my time when not at studies was I without one. My father used to select them for me at first, but soon left me to myself, and now he was dead, I devoured what books I liked, hunting for the love passages, thinking of the beauty of the women, reading over and over again, the description of their charms, and envying their love meetings. I used to stop at print-shop windows and gaze with delight at the portraits of pretty women, and bought some at six pence each, and stuck them into a scrap-book. Although a big fellow for my age, I would sit on the lap of any woman who would let me, and kiss her. My mother in her innocence called me a great girl, but she neverthless forbid it. I was passionately fond of dancing and annoyed when they indicated a girl of my own age, or younger, to dance with.
These feelings got intensified, when I thought of my aunt’s backside, and the cunts of my cousins, but when I thought of the heroines, it seemed strange that such beautiful creatures should have any. The cunt which seemed to have affected my imagination, was that of my aunt, which appeared more like a great parting, or division of her body, than a cunt as I then understood it; as if her buttock parting was continued round towards her belly, and as unlike the young cunts I had seen as possible. Those seemed to be but little indents. That the delicate ladies of the novels should have such divisions seemed curious, ugly, and unromantic. My sensuous temperament was developing, I saw females in all their poetry and beauty, but suppose that my physical forces had not kept pace with my brain, for I have no recollection of a cock-stand, when thinking about ladies; and fucking never entered into my mind, either when I read novels, or kissed women, though the pleasure I had when my lips met theirs, or touched their smooth, soft cheeks was great. I recollect the delight it gave me perfectly.
After having seen frigging, it set me reflecting, but it still seemed to me impossible, that delicate, handsome ladies, should allow pricks to be thrust up them, and nasty stuff ejected into them. I read Aristotle, tried to understand it, and thought I did, with the help of much talk with my schoolfellows; yet I only half believed it. Dogs fucking were pointed out to me; then cocks treading hens, and at last a fuller belief came.
I began then, I recollect, to think of their cunts when I kissed women, and then of my aunt’s; I could not keep my eyes off of her, for thinking of her large backside and the gap between her thighs; it was the same with my cousins. Then I began to have cock-stands and suppose a pleasurable feeling about the machine, though I do not recollect that. I then found out that servants were fair game, and soon there was not one in the house whom I had not kissed. I had a soft voice and have heard, an insinuating way, was timorous, feared repulse, and above all being found out; yet I succeeded. Some of the servants must have liked it, who called me a foolish boy at first; for they would stop with me on a landing, or in a room, when we were alone, and let me kiss them for a minute together. There was one, I recollect, who rubbed her lips into mine, till I felt them on my teeth, but of what she was like, I have no recollection, and I did not like her doing that to me.
My curiosity became stronger, I got bolder, told servants I meant to see them wash themselves, and used to wait inside by bed-room, till I heard one of them come up to dress. I knew the time each usually went to her bedroom for that purpose, the person most in my way was the nurse: she after a time left, and mother nursed her own children. “Let’s see your neck; do, there is a dear,” I would say. “Nonsense, what next?” “Do, dear, there is no harm; I only want to see as much as ladies show at balls.” I wheedled one to stand at the door in her petticoats and show her neck across the bedroom lobby. The stays were high and queerly made in those days, the chemises pulled over the top of them like flaps. One or two let me kiss their necks, a girl one day said to my entreaties, “Well, only for a minute,” and easing up one breast, she showed me the nipple, I threw my arms around her, buried my face in her neck and kissed it. “I like the smell of your breast and flesh,” said I. She was a biggish woman, and I dare say I smelt breasts and armpits together; but whatever the compound, it was delicious to me, it seemed to enervate me. The same woman, when I kissed her on the sly afterwards, let me put my nose down her neck to smell her. We were interrupted. “There is someone coming,” said she, moving away.
“What makes ladies smell so nice?” said I to my mother one day. My mother put down her work and laughed to herself. “I don’t know that they smell nice.”
“Yes, they do, and particularly when they have low dresses on.” “Ladies,” said mother, “use patchouli and other perfumes.” I supposed so, but felt convinced from mother’s manner, that I had asked a question which embarrassed her.
I used to lean over the backs of the chairs of ladies, get my face as near to their necks as I could, quietly inhale their odours, and talk all the time. Not every woman smelt nice to me, and when they did, it was not patchouli, for I got patchouli, which I liked, and perfumed myself with it. This delicate sense of smell of a woman I have had throughout life, it was ravishing to me afterwards, when I embraced the naked body of a fresh, healthy young woman.
From about this time of my life, I recollect striking events much more clearly, yet the circumstances which led up to them or succeeded them I often cannot. One day, Miss Granger, our former governess, came to see us. I kissed her. Mother said: “Wattie, you must not kiss ladies in that way, you are too big.” I sat Miss Granger on my lap in fun (my mother then in the room), and romped with her. Mother left us in the room, and then seating Miss Granger on my lap again, I pulled her closely to me. “Kiss me, she’s gone,” I said. “Oh! what a boy,” and she kissed me, saying, “let me go now–your mamma is coming.” It came into my mind that I had had my hand up her clothes, and had felt hair between her legs. My prick stiffening in thinking of a women. I clutched her hard, put one hand on to her and did something I know not what. She said: “You are rude, Wattie.” Then I pinched her and said: “Oh! what a big bosom you have.” “Hish! hish!” said she. She was a tallish woman with brown hair; I have heard my mother say she was about thirty years of age.
A memorable episode then occured. There were two sisters, with other female servants, in our house. My father was abroad at that time; I was growing so rapidly, that every month they could see a difference in my height, but was very weak. My godfather used to look at me, and severely ask if I was up to tricks with the boys. I guessed then what he meant, but always said I did not know what he meant. “Yes, you do; yes, you do,” he would say, staring hard at me, “you take care, or you’ll die in a mad-house, if you do, and I shall know by your face, not a farthing more will I give you.” He had been a surgeon-major in the Army, and gave me much pocket-money. I could not bear his looking at me so; he would ask me why I turned down my eyes.
About this time, I had had a fever, had not been to school for a long time, and used to lie on the sofa reading novels all day. Miss Granger had come to stop with my mother. One day I put my hand up her clothes, nearly to her knees; that offended her, and she left off kissing me. One of my little sisters slept with her, in a room adjoining my mother’s room; I slept now on the servants floor, at the top of the house. Again I recollect my cock standing when near Miss Granger, but recollect nothing else.
I was then ordered by my mother to cease speaking to the servants, excepting when I wanted anything, though I am sure my mother never suspected my kissing one. I obeyed her hypocritically, and was even at times reprimanded for speaking to them, in too imperious a tone. She told me to speak to servants respectfully. For all that I was after them, my curiosity was unsatiable, I know the time each went up to dress, or for other purposes, and if at home, would get into the lobby, or near the staircase, to see their legs, as they went upstairs. I would listen at their door, trying to hear them piss, and began for the first time to peep through keyholes at them.

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Fantasm

You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet

There are two parts to the story. The first describes a very unusual strip tease in a strange club on a remote planet. The second is an old space pirate’s tale of an even stranger sexual ritual on a planet so far away that it is no longer in Terran space.

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What he’s thinking – ch 6

Entry Six: — Laura + me + art modeling ———————
Writing about Laura’s story kept it fresh in my mind. So the next time I saw her I asked about her thoughts on exhibitionism. I assumed that like most sensual women she loved flaunting herself. What I was wondering was if she thought Jon liked giving the strip show to an audience of women the way a woman might in front of a male audience. This led to the usual discussion about bikinis versus nudity. We both admitted that we had experienced the feeling at times of being more naked in a skimpy bathing suit than when actually naked where nudity was expected. In Laura’s case, this mostly meant nudist camps, resorts, and beaches. She went to all of these regularly. I, on the other hand, just meant getting naked with a lover. I was dying to hear some details about her experiences with mixed nudity. For instance, was it true that the men generally didn’t have embarrassing situations? In my experience, when I got alone with a guy, we always had to work around his erection to get his pants off. But I never got to ask much about nudist camps because we got off on another tangent.
My question about a girl putting on a show in front of a male audience prompted Laura to disclose the fact that she occasionally modeled for art classes and art sessions. The difference was that sessions were usually in the evenings and all the students or artists did was draw or paint the model. There was generally no instructor nor any instruction. Laura had started posing in college after herself taking a course in figure drawing where she realized she’d much rather be the girl naked on the stage than one of the students drawing her, especially with more than half the class being males. While still a history student she’d only posed once or twice a semester. The schools always want variety and there were many takers. So a girl was never asked to pose more than twice for the same class. Since college, Laura has generally been on call for three or four classes simultaneously, and gets to flash her ass at a lot of male strangers about once a month. I could go on giving her story second hand, but instead I’ll record here my own experience. It came almost immediately because she offered to let me take her turn that very night.
“Well, the guy who lines up the models is sort of hard up. He doesn’t mind using a model twice per session but likes to space out your turns. When I was getting dressed last week, he promised me he’d call me again in about two months. But last night he called me back. Most of the girls are college age and on vacation this week. When the girl who’d been scheduled called in sick, I was the only model he could find. But he’d much rather not use me two weeks in a row. If you take it tonight I’ll still get another turn later. Besides, he once asked me if I knew any pretty small breasted girls who would be interested. Most of the girls begging to show off their tits are cows like me. Well, are you interested?”
It was one of those situations where I didn’t know if I really wanted to do it, but knew full well that if I didn’t jump at the chance, I’d be forever afterwards kicking myself. Doing it and not enjoying the experience could hardly be as bad as not knowing. Of course I accepted her offer. When I suggested we notify the professor she said first he wasn’t a professor, just an organizer, original a student who stayed in the area after he graduated. And second, he wouldn’t care much as long as someone showed up, preferably female, preferably pretty. But in fact, that was only for the artists’ pleasure. In the actual classes they even paid lip service to wanting variety, not just pretty young girls. In her experience as a student when they sometimes got fat females they still preferred them to guys.
“I think everyone, even the girl artists would prefer painting breasts and pubes to penises. One lady claimed a male chest was too plain to be interesting. We only did one guy, and I guess I didn’t find his limp penis the least bit interesting. Yet every other time, I’d always at least been interested in the girl’s nipples.
Well, as the appointed time was only three hours away, I hardly had any time to even get nervous. Laura gave me some pointers, but absolutely refused to accompany me. At least not as a companion. She would have loved being there as an artist to watch me do my thing. But as she’d been the model just the week before, everyone would recognize her. The reason she wouldn’t accompany me was that the model isn’t supposed to have any reason to be nervous. A chaperone would spoil the atmosphere for everyone, especially the model. After doing it I have to admit that showing up with another girl would have been silly.
One of the things Laura had talked about was getting undressed. Basically, don’t make a big thing about it. Generally she liked to push the limit, undressing next to the stage where everyone could see her if they wanted to watch. But most girls stripped in the corner of the room and just walked up to the stage stark naked. “Clothed in nudity” was an expression Laura used meaning that she was modestly attired the way she was supposed to be. It was all almost too modest which was why she liked giving the guys a semi strip show. For my first experience she recommended I follow the modest example.
“You can get a feel for things as you go along. Like pussy spread. You shouldn’t pose with your legs wide open. But if you sit in a way that feels comfortable, you won’t look like you’re trying to give a show. If you’re too conservative usually one of the women will ask you to be a little more daring. I only saw that happen once when I was a student. The models are there because they like showing off. One time when I was modeling there were only seven artists, all males. All night I kept getting more and more daring until I stopped just short of actually masturbating. The guys loved it. If there had been any women present, however, I’m sure the men would have been too embarrassed to show their pleasure.”
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Perhaps I’ve overstated this mind reading business. For perfect reading I have to be actually making eye contact with the person. I already said I only know what they’re thinking, not what else they know. So, I’m standing half naked in a fancy dress in front of a guy with a big bulge in his trousers. No big deal that I know what he’s thinking. But then I pick up the fact that he’s got to make his conquest quickly because the appointment he can’t break is at ten thirty? He didn’t say that out loud!
Facts about myself are so easy to pick up, I don’t even need eye contact. A time schedule for my seduction is important to my suitor, and I can get that information without looking at him. All it takes is his eyes on me. Of course, if he’s thinking about me he’s probably looking at me anyway. A guy walking behind me watching my fanny wiggle in front of him is ridiculously easy to read, even in detail. But say I’m looking one way, and he’s looking in the other direction at some other female. I can barely read such strong emotions as lust and jealosy. I can tell simple things like whether he thinks he’ll score or isn’t tempted to try. The guy looking at my fanny, however, is telling me exactly how he’s picturing me, usually, of course, naked. But some guys imagine me in a skin tight bathing suit,or a thong. If I’m naked I may be a few feet away, or right in his lap,around his shaft. If the guy’s got a vivid imagination I can see my own seduction in detail in his mind. Sometimes it’s a better fantasy than my own.
Anyway, the session was every bit as much fun as Laura had promised. I walked in the room and stayed pretty much unnoticed. I gathered the people didn’t know each other well, and I was not the only attractive girl there. And the organizer was expecting Laura. I pretty much figured out who he was because he kept nervously looking at the clock. So a few minutes after arriving and a few minutes before the hour I simply walked to one corner of the room and calmly took my clothes off. Harry immediately walked over to me and started talking.
“I was hoping you were the model when I didn’t see you setting up any equipment. What happened to Laura?”
“Oh, nothing. She said you’d rather have another model than use her two weeks in a row. And I could use a few extra bucks. Besides, I like doing it. I guess we all do I suppose? She also said you told her once you wanted a few girls a bit less well built. I hope I’m not too disappointing small. The names Karen by the way.”
“Harry. Karen, anyone as pretty as you doesn’t have to worry about disappointing anyone. But Laura’s right. I think we’ll all love painting someone with such a beautiful, delicate figure. And I think you asked just because you wanted a well deserved compliment. Well, you know the routine. After you finish stretching do a few quick, say five minute poses, then twenty to thirty minutes. We’re paying eleven an hour now. I would suggest two ten minute breaks, but that’s your call. If you get tired and have to break a pose, try to give us a few minute’s warning. And enjoy yourself as much as you like.”
I never figured out what he meant by that last sentence. Did he mean relax or get playful and tease the guys? I doubt he meant much of anything. Sort of like saying “have a nice day”. Well, I had a nice evening. Stretching naked made me realize for the first time how many yoga postures included flaunting your pussy. And your ass hole. Even with tights on it’s pretty significant. But usually I’m either in private or in a room filled mostly with other women doing the same thing. I realized as I was doing it that I was probably competing with a typical naked bar routine on an even basis. But it would have been embarrassing to suddenly stop. As it was, while I seemed to draw the eyes of every male there, I didn’t see any obvious disapproval, even from the women. I guess I wasn’t the first model to be this uninhibited.
I thought it would be fun to do some mind reading with the guys studying my nude body. While posing, I rarely got to make eye contact, but at the beginning of a pose I’d received plenty of erotic images. As far as any of the regular signs of male interest, I was not disappointed in their initial reactions, but a few minutes into each pose, all signs of erections seemed to disappear. The guys obviously liked studying my naked body, but it held their long term interest more as a example of pleasing art than as a sex object. As the sexual interest declined during each pose, the mental images almost faded completely. Effectively, when they were only interested in my body as artwork, they were no longer interested in me at all.
What was fun was talking to people during my break. Laura had told me that many models put a robe on when not posing. She didn’t and I followed her example. Standing naked next to a guy discussing a drawing he’s just done of your body is really sexy. I had no trouble reawakening an interest in any man I talked with. There was plenty of lust to enjoy in their thoughts, and a fair amount of fantasy as well. Some of the older guys were always trying to imagine some way they could end up in bed with me. The younger guys didn’t need to imagine a senerio. All they thought about was what it would actually be like. On a beach we say the guys are always undressing us with their eyes. Well, when standing there naked, my pussy totally exposed, what they were doing was fucking me with their eyes. I was already undressed. The nice thing was I could show off my tits with no fear of having them mishandled, while still enjoying the lustful thoughts they inspired.

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Fantasm

Titcage (Chapter 22)

Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” is transforming her life into that of a slut.

Fantasm

Rape Maganet

Well this is the wildest thing to ever happen in my life, my name is Jaime and I am twenty three I have been married for three years. My husband is a loving and caring man with a normal sex drive and an adequate cock, so I don’t understand what is wrong with me. I was raped a month ago and every since he hasn’t wanted to touch me sexually, it has been very lonely and frustrating for me. He says that he wants to give me time to get over it, but I think he is the one who needs to get over it. It used to be that when he saw me naked he would get a raging hard on and pounce on me but now he just looks away. And to top it all off he decided to buy a guard dog, I was against it but he took me along to look for a dog. He tried to push me toward the Rottweiler’s or German Sheppard but I kept looking at the cute cuddly dogs, but he insisted it needed to be a big dog, in the end I picked a great Dane because it reminded me of “Astro” on the “Jetsons” cartoon. Well with that done when we got home I thought maybe now he will want to make love again, I tried for days to get him exicted but he just ingnored me and played with “Astro.” Now it has gotten so bad that when he goes to work I am so horny I can’t stand it and I masturbate intensely, the bad part is that I fantasize about the rape.
The man who raped me was a tall white guy built like a farm boy, you know big and stocky, and his cock was huge it matched his size, I would say maybe eight or nine inches long and four maybe four and a half inches around. Let me tell you it was a feat for him to fit that monster inside me, I am five foot even and weigh in at maybe one hundred pounds. Any way I had to run out to the store late one night for cigarettes and after I bought the pack and walked out of the mini mart there he was, at first I didn’t notice him but when I passed by him I saw him out of the corner of my eye turning to follow me. I wasn’t thinking about it until I heard his footsteps closing in behind me, I glanced back over my shoulder and saw him, that was the last thing I remember until I woke up in the end zone of the high school football field. He had stripped me naked and had tide my wrist above my head to the goal post. I was frightened when I came to, seeing him stand over the top of me pulling off his shirt and unbuckling his belt. I started to scream when he leaned down over the top of me and whispered, “If you stay quite when I’m done you’ll get to go home!” I wanted to scream again but his eyes told me that if I complied I wouldn’t be hurt.
I lay there the, cool short grass tickling my back as I stared up at him while he lowered his pants and then dropped his boxer shorts, I gasped seeing his cock spring out, like I said it was amazing. I whimpered and cried as he layed down next to me and started to caress my body his large hands made my frame look like a child in comparison. He ran his fingers up my belly and gently cupped my “A” cup breast as he nuzzled my neck and then began to tug at my hard nipples. I gasped and groaned pulling at my binds but he had tied me too good. I didn’t know what to do I had to submit but he was being so tender it was actually feeling nice. He kissed and suckled my earlobes as he worked his hand over my tummy again, I really started to wrestle with the ropes and roll away from him knowing he was moving to my vagina. It really was no use he rolled slightly on top of me pinning me down and worked his finger through my trimmed pussy hair. He worked up and down my slit and though I had started to clamp my legs closed he got in between and was using my own juice to lather me up. In spite of myself I was already feeling excited and my mind was trashed trying to figure out what was happening.
While he was playing with my pussy he moved his head down to my chest and started to suck on my nipples, I gritted my teeth, feeling his tongue and lips working on my aching areola, it was agony the anticipation waiting for the feeling of him to start sucking my nipple. Suddenly he scooped it up between his lips and I was lost, I felt my hips start to undulate as his fingers worked over my clit and into my sopping wet pussy. He kept this up for nearly ten minutes and I was racked with guilt because he was making me so hot and it was rape after all. Next he moved down my body and worked his lips over my stomach and to my mound I was nearly hyperventilating feeling his lips grasping my pussy hairs and tugging gently teasing me before he pushed his tongue down on my clit. Again my conflicting thoughts had me making mock protest in whimpering whispers while my hips rose up to meet his oral assault. His tongue flicked over my clit and he sucked it in between his lips, I spread my legs wider letting his head drop down between and he worked his tongue into my wet pussy.
I tried not to like it but I was moaning and withering there in the grass tied to a post with a stranger giving me incredible oral sex, I was gasping and moaning feeling like I was ready to explode. I had completely forgot about crying or protesting now I could feel the tear stains drying on my cheeks as I huffed out in a raspy, lusty tone. I was so close it didn’t matter who it was I just wanted to cum he was working my clit so good I could hardly stand it. Suddenly he stopped and I felt my body still moving I wanted to tell him to keep it up but I couldn’t, I had to submit my body but if I went vocal I knew my mind was gone. My eyes fluttered open and I watched as he got up and walked around between my legs standing there his enormous cock jutting out proudly, my eyes went wide seeing the massiveness of it again. Then he dropped to his knees in between my legs his cock bounced and flopped slapping it’s head on my thigh, I gasped and found my sanity again realizing he was about to put that huge thing inside me. I started to cry and roll away, but he grabbed my twisting hips with his big hands and pinned me flat to the ground. I was in shock watching between my legs as he lowered himself on me, I was muttering, “NO, oh please NO!”
I felt the bulbous head nudging at my opening and in a last ditch effort I tugged on the ropes trying to pull away I slipped away on the dewy grass and started to kick at him but he grabbed my ankles and pulled me back down. I had spent all my energy on that last escape attempt and was huffing in air I let out a deep groaning gasp as I felt the head of his cock slip between my wet pussy lips. Unable to fight anymore I only managed a feeble verbal struggle saying, “PLEASE, I am married, I have been with only one man?” If he heard me he didn’t show it as he attempted to slide his cock into me I shrieked at the sheer size of it and the sudden thrust then whimpered, “It won’t fit, it’s so big, my pussy is too small?’ That he heard and, he whispered in my ear, “By the end of the night it won’t be too big for your pussy!” I whined and whimpered but he continued to push the massive cock into me I gasped and withered then with a groan managed to say “SLOWLY, please?” My statement shocked me at first then I thought to myself, “I am just trying to make it less painful” but that was lame justification. With that he moved with more care as he eased it inside me filling me up with his thick cock. Soon he had it all in my aching pussy and began to move I was shocked that he fit it inside me and watched with wonder as he began to pump in and out of me slowly. I became ashamed of myself as I marveled that I could fit such a big dick in my little pussy and it actually felt good.
He knew what he was doing he had worked me up to the edge of orgasm with his tongue on my pussy and now his cock was sawing away inside of me the upper edge of his shaft gnawing away at my clit. His mouth was working back and forth on my tiny tits licking and sucking hard on each sensitive nipple and I was arching my back and pressing them into his face. My nipples were tender and aching but it felt so erotic as he began to nibble them gently with his teeth. My husband never paid much attention to my breast during sex so this was all new to me. I bit my lip to stifle a moan but the longer he fucked me the closer I got to orgasm and before long I was raising my hips to meet his thrust and moaning like a whore. I squealed and wrapped my legs around his ass thrusting my hips at him burying his cock inside me as I came, I was shuddering and whimpering incoherently as my orgasm coursed through my body. Then I dropped back down and I lay limp as he kept pumping away my body rocking with the rhythm of his penetrating thrust my tiny tits jiggling lightly, my hard nipples glistening with his saliva, it felt heavenly having his big cock sloshing away inside me as I came down from my orgasm. Suddenly he picked up speed and was really ramming me deep and almost painful, he was grunting hard and low my whole body shook as he gripped my hips and lifted me up impaling me with his throbbing cock. I could feel it twitching inside me and my eyes shot open and wide as I knew he was going to cum. I cried out, “OH NO, PLEASE DON’T CUM INSIDE ME I’M NOT ON THE PILL!”
If he heard that he showed no sign as he collapsed on top of me and I felt the hot jets of his cum filling me up and squirting out around the base his cock where it was embedded between my wide, stretched pussy lips and it began to drizzle down my ass cheeks. I clenched my eyes closed and shuddered feeling the slippery jism working around his cock and the wet sloshing noises that came from my pussy. I whimpered in shock, my husband and I had always practiced the rhythm method and he would pull out and gently spray his load on my belly. Now it felt like gallons of sperm were swimming in my womb, I started to cry again thinking about what might happen but he just kept pumping his cock back and forth urging more cum into me and to my shame it made me have a secondary orgasm. I was shocked when he leaned down and gently touched his lips to mine my eyes shot wide open, I thought “My God he was trying to kiss me?” I clamped my mouth closed but he kept his lips working on mine until they parted and his tongue slipped inside. His tongue found mine and began to flick it back and forth in an erotic dance that was so sensuous that I couldn’t help myself and I kissed back. When the kiss broke he lowered his head back to my chest and began working on my breast again, I just stared up the length of yellow goal post and took in the stars waving back and forth in the sky my head rolling up and back with the rhythm of his thrust.
He had not finished with me yet and proceeded to fuck me four more times that night each time I shamelessly had a mind blowing orgasm and a series of mini orgasms when he would flood my pussy with his cum. I felt so guilty as I let him kiss me and even enjoyed kissing back with equal enthusiasm and having him play with my tits made me hornier than I have ever been in my life. After the last fuck I thought he would be done but he kept pumping away until his cock was hard again inside me, then he pulled it out of me and crawled up kneeling by my head. I looked over at his cock the head was nearly purple and the shaft had thick blue veins that coursed up the length the taught skin was pink and raw looking and I assumed it got that way from being gripped by my tiny pussy, I felt him gently cup the back of my head and I looked up into his eyes, I could tell what he wanted but I was so weak I feebly clamped my mouth tight as he nudged his cockhead at my face. He smeared the mixture of our juices over my cheeks and lips as I made a muffled whine, I could smell my musky cunt juice on my upper lip as he rubbed his cock over my chin and back up. I had never sucked my husband’s cock after he had put it inside of me but something about the smell and feel of his spongy cock head on my face was exciting to me. He placed a thumb on my chin and applied gentle pressure and I simply gave up and opened my mouth, the enormous head slipped past my lips and over my tongue as he pulled my head toward his crotch. I just held his cock in my mouth as he held my head up for me then I began to gently suckle then bob my head and finally began to blow my rapist.
He was moaning and tossing his head back and forth as I sucked his cock, he would look down on my tear stained face and comment how pretty I looked, my husband never said anything when I gave him head, just grunted. Soon he began to pull my head toward him and pump his cock into my mouth. All of a sudden he held my head still and began to quake, my eyes went wide as I realized he was going to cum in my mouth. I made a muffled plea and I wrenched my head back and forth trying to dislodge his twitching cock but it was useless. I could feel his hot sperm spurt out onto my tongue, huge gobs sliding down my lapping tongue to the back of my throat choking me until I swallowed it. I had never swallowed my husband’s load; he never seemed to want that, he just wanted me to make him hard in my mouth before he made love to me. But now I could feel the residual cum pressing out passed my lips clamped on his cock and rolling down my chin and neck, something about the way he was making that animalistic grunting moan was turning me on and I kept sucking until he pulled his cock from my gasping mouth. I don’t know what came over me but I layed there as he let go of my head craning my neck and kissing all along his shaft while her rubbed his dripping cock all over my face.
The next thing I remembered was the cold spray of the field sprinkler as it shot out over me, I shook my head and watched as the osculating head turned the flow and traveled away from me, I looked around and it was daylight. I looked down my body my legs were spread wide and I could see my pussy was gaping wide from the fucking I had got all night long, my tits were standing up and the nipples were still hard as a rock they were red and raw. As the spray of water struck again and washed the sperm and sweat from my belly and pubes I gasped as the cold stinging spray worked its way up my body to my face. I squealed in shock and then I heard a voice all back, I dropped my head back onto the ground in the wet grass with a splash and turned to look where the voice had come from. I saw the grounds keeper running toward me then I closed my eyes again, the next thing I remember was sitting in the hospital being probed and prodded for a rape kit they told me and the police asking intimate questions. What he did, how many times, if he orgasmed, if I had when he raped me all this in front of my shell shocked husband. I related the whole story but for some reason, though I had seen my assailants face hovering over me for nearly six hours I couldn’t describe him. Or though I had felt his cum gushing into my aching pussy and mouth I couldn’t remember that either. And I surely wasn’t going to tell them in front of my husband that had more orgasms than in our entire three years of marriage in one night. A month later to the day and we got a call from the police telling us that the DNA evidence was no good, but that they were still working the case, my husband was devastated and left for work without even kissing me good bye.
That was this morning and now I in the shower soaping my body the events of that night are in my head and I am furiously working my soapy fingers on my clit and pinching my nipples hard gasping and huffing trying to bring on an orgasm. A sudden shock of reality as I hear “Astro” bark and I whimper and give up, rinsing off I let the water spray over my heated body until it ran cold then decide to climb out of the shower. As I am drying off the dog bumps the door with his snout and pushes it open, at first I am startled not knowing what had caused the door to swing open so rapidly then his big head pops in with his tongue dangling from his panting mouth. I gasped then giggled seeing his friendly face and step over and pat his head and scratch his ears, he laps at my hand and arm as if he can taste something on them maybe the soap? I pat him on the head one more time then and tell him to scoot off then lean up and start to dry my hair, “Astro” plops down on his hind end on the bathroom rug and watches me, I just smile and tell him, “Okay boy if you want to watch me brush my hair, it’s your choice?” I drop my towel and start to run my fingers through my hair loosening up the tangled strands as I am doing this I hear him huffing, I look in the mirror at his reflection he has his head tilted up and is sniffing the air, I look back over my shoulder and around wondering what it is that he smells. I dismiss it and reach for my brush on the back of the toilet.
I shriek as I feel his cold nose press into my ass cheeks and that is when I realize what it is that he smelled in the air, my own sexual sent had him curious. I feel his long tongue snake out between my slightly spread legs and lap from my clit to my asshole in one long lap. He makes four or five quick lashes at my wet cunt before I can react and I gasp and shiver half from fright half from the sensation. I gain my control again and I lean upright quickly and swat at his muzzle trying to push his face out of my crotch, he shakes his head as I scold him and try to push him out of the bathroom. But he is intent and the smell is driving him wild, suddenly he growls and bares his teeth I become frightened and retreat back into the bathroom and close the door, standing there with my back to the door panting with the exertion I stare at my naked reflection in the mirror. I quickly close my eyes and whimper and cry but my mind is on his tongue rasping over my hard clit and for a brief time how good it felt, suddenly I feel a hard thump on the door and I am pushed head long face forward onto the bathroom rug. I must have bumped my head on the toilet and blacked out, when I awoke I was sprawled on the floor and I could feel “Astro” licking between my legs again.
I was still groggy and softly swatted at his head missing every time; he was really going at it his tongue working up and down my ass crack and over my swollen pussy lips. I gasped as I felt his tongue swirl over my clit and then poke into my wet pussy, he works it back and forth inside me drinking in my pussy juice and I start to moan. “What the hell is going on what has gotten into this dog” I am asking myself but I feel my hips moving in time with his tongue it feels so good inside me. I lay there for several minutes really just letting my dog lick my pussy before I look back over my shoulder and watch him work then my gaze works its way down his long lean body. I gasp in shock as I see his pink cock head poking out of its furry sheath, my sanity comes back, and quickly I jump up and bolt through the door and start down the hallway. But my feet are still wet and I slip on the hardwood and tumble to the floor, Astro is right on my heels , I manage to get to my hands and knees before I feel his heavy paws on my shoulders. I scream in fear as he starts to mount me, I am struggling and trying to crawl away but he weighs almost one hundred and fifty pounds and has his whole body up on my back.
Suddenly I feel his hips thrusting and the poking of his cock head at and around my pussy and ass, I screech loudly but he is too engrossed to even hear it, just as quickly he found his mark and I feel his cockhead poke between my wet pussy lips. I gasp and he starts to thrust harder, now I can feel the length becoming unsheathed and penetrating me and I begin to sob and cry. His hot breath is panting out on the back of my neck his tongue drooling saliva down onto my back as he fucks me. With each thrust more of his cock is stretching out from his sheath and slipping inside me to my dismay, he is heavy on my back and I drop down on my elbows. This must have given him a better angle because now his cock began to really grow inside me, I didn’t know how long a dog cock could be but it was deep. He started to thrust in earnest and I was grunting with each poke of his cock. I could feel something larger on his shaft and realized that it was his knot. My eyes went wide as I realized he was going to try and push that into my pussy as well, I clawed at the slick floor but could gain no ground and suddenly I felt the bulb of flesh push past my pussy lips and penetrate.
It really hurt at first it was massive I was sobbing as my dog fucked me hard, but then something inside of me started to break and I was pushing back at him. I gasped in shock as I fucked back at my dog realizing what I was doing I whimpered, “N-N-no don’t want to cum on a dog dick” But it was too late and my orgasm ripped through my groin up my spine and over my belly, my pussy was clutching at his knot and Astro was grunting now feeling my strong pussy muscles massaging his doggy cock. Now he started to plow into me even harder his paws clutching at my shoulder blades and his toe nails digging in the feeling threw me into another orgasmic torrent and I thrashed around under him like a bitch in heat. I could feel his pace quicken and for some reason sanity worked its way back into my warped mind and I cried out, “OH NO, ASTRO DON’T YOU DO IT!” But it was too late and I could feel his hot cum squirting deep in my pussy I began to sob again as another series of mini orgasms rippled through me and I was thinking, “What is wrong with me I just got raped by my dog and I liked it?” Astro tried to pull back but we were knotted and as hard as he tried to pull back he just tugged me along with him it was hurting and I was gritting my teeth and begging him to stop. He lifted his paws and stepped to the side then around behind me so we were ass to ass and tried pull free but he just dragged me down the hallway with his cock stuck in my pussy. I whimpered and sobbed until we got to the living room and he layed down on the carpet in front of the television.
I lay there on my side with my dogs cock embedded in my pussy one his paws draped over my shoulder waiting for his knot to shrink up so his cock would slide out of me. After about ten minutes it still hadn’t subsided and I began to worry but I thought maybe if I helped him relax. I petted his furry coat and patted his haunches as he began to lick my face, at first it was alright then I started to get disgusted with myself because it felt good having my pussy full and him “kissing” me. Soon it shrank enough and plopped out of me I rolled away and stood up feeling his trapped sperm trickle down my thighs once I had gotten to my feet. I looked back at him he lay there with his tongue dangle from his mouth as he leaned his head up looking at me with those big dark innocent eyes and I just shook my head and said, “It’s not your fault you just followed your instincts” then I headed to the bathroom to clean up again. I squatted on the toilet and squeezed out the remainder of my dogs cum before I took a wash cloth and wiped my aching raw pussy clean. I stood up and looked back over my shoulder at the scratches Astro had left on my back and I hicked a quick sob picked up my towel and wrapped it around my body and walked out of the bathroom toward the bedroom.
I sat down on the bed sobbing with my face in my hands the tears trickling through my fingers then I felt a presence in the room, Astro was there he came up to me and started to lick my tear drops from my hands and when I pulled them away he was licking them from my cheeks. I pushed him away and scolded him saying, “NO, bad dog, you fucked me and that is a bad dog!” He was laying his head on my lap and nuzzling and I just couldn’t be mad at him I started to stroke his face gently then he shocked me by nuzzling his snout up under my towel toward my pussy. Apparently he wasn’t done yet, I pushed his head away and started to crawl up the bed scooting my ass but this succeeded in dragging the towel from around my body. Astro followed me on the bed and again I could see the pink head of his cock working out of his sheath, I was terrified and not thinking when I tumbled off the bed. I shook my head and reached up and took hold of the mattress to lift myself and pulled my torso onto the bed. I looked around where Astro had been but he was gone. I dropped my head onto the sheets in relief my ass bent over the edge, then I felt him pounce on me I screamed but he had me pinned to the mattress and was working at me again.
I tried to crawl up onto the bed but my lower half was trapped at the hip beneath his weight and I could feel his cock poking at my backside again. I was sobbing and begging the dog to get off of me but he held me down with all his weight. Either it was the angle I was at or his aim wasn’t as good but I suddenly felt his cock head poking at my asshole. I had never had anal sex my husband and I had never really thought of that as making love. My eyes went wide and I struggled to pull free but suddenly his cockhead made its painful entrance into my anus, I screamed a shrill loud long cry of pain as his cock head shucked past my anal ring. I was trying to move away but he just kept pumping until I felt the knot and my whole body trembled as he bore down and drilled it into my ass, it hurt so bad I must have passed out. When I came to he was pumping away his cock making long deep strokes into my ass and for some reason although it hurt I knew I could bare it. He kept pumping away until I felt his cock expand and then I felt his hot sperm jetting out into my ass, I shuddered and came along with my dog this time his knot shrank rather quickly and he tugged his cock out of my stretched ass with a painful pop. I lay there gasping, my heart pounding in my chest having just had my first anally induced orgasm and from a dog at that.
I was so weak that I just lay there as I felt Astro licking his jizz from my asshole and I just shivered from the feeling of his tongue working over my pussy lips and up my ass crack it really was soothing. Whatever it was something must have sparked in his libido but Astro made to mount me again this time I knew I couldn’t get away but I scooted my hips up onto the mattress a bit and pushed my face down burying it in the sheets. This worked as he managed to thrust into my pussy this time I was quite and obedient as he pumped his cock in me and even wiggled my ass back sliding my pussy over his knot so he wouldn’t have to work so hard. I turned my head to the side as he pounded away and let him lap his tongue lovingly at my tear stained cheeks I even flicked my tongue out licking his tongue as well. He fucked me through three orgasms before his knot ballooned and he filled me with his cum and gently pulled out of my aching pussy then leaned down and licked me clean in the process giving me another series of mini orgasms. He climbed up on the bed and lay down with his red cock at my face as if he wanted me to reciprocate when I didn’t move right away he scooted closer nudging his cock on my cheek. I obediently licked my juices from him as he had done for me I even sucked on the head of his cock pulling small steams of cum into my mouth and swallowing them eagerly. When he was done he hopped off the bed and trotted off out of the bedroom like nothing was wrong and I picked myself up with aching limbs and went to the bathroom for another shower this time locking the door before I did. As I washed the doggy scent from my sex wracked body I thought how this could happen to me. Raped by a man a month ago and now by my own dog today what was it that made me their target?
When five o’clock arrived I heard my husband’s car pull into the driveway and I waited for him to come in he seemed to be chatting with one of the neighbors for a long time before he made his way to the door. I was sitting on the couch trying to think of a way to tell him his dog had raped his pregnant wife or even if I should. When he stepped in he was accompanied by another man announcing him as the breeder, I looked up and was in total shock it was my rapist. I hardly heard my husband saying that this was the man who raised Astro, now I knew where the dog got it, and he had moved in next door but as I stared at the stranger I knew I couldn’t tell my husband about the dog or the positive pregnancy test I took earlier today not today at least. I kept looking at the “Breeder” and knew my life would never be the same, his eyes held a knowing look and his wry smile showing he had not forgotten me. I smiled and stood up and shook the man’s hand with a cold chill crawling up my spine as with a sweet tone he asked, “Have we met before?” I smiled back and said, “Maybe?” He shook his head with wink and said, “I am sure it will come to us!” My husband was looking back and forth between us inquisitively but in the end just shrugged it off. The thrill of it was maddening and as I invited him to supper with my husband and I, I knew I had resigned myself to be a rape magnet from now on.

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Not What I Expected

his suv pulled up in the drive, right on time. hopping in the passenger seat, i leaned over giving him a shy peck on the cheek, then folded my hands in my lap and looked anywhere but at him. all the bells & whistles on the dash, the few specks of dirt on the floor mat, out the window… anywhere but at T. i was just feeling too unsteady, too unsure of myself to speak. shocking i know, but when i don’t know what to say, i choose to say nothing. call me standoffish. oh, wait… i’ve been called that before.
so we talked. okay, well he talked… until i finally opened up with my concerns and fears and all my neurosis that goes along with it. by the time i was done, i was wringing my hands so much i’m surprised i had skin left on them. he assured me that he was okay, that we were okay, but apparently, i still needed some more reassurance so that i would be okay.
and so he took the turn that had us heading to his ranch. what would be more comforting than spending time with T and horses? not a whole lot in my book and i could feel myself becoming giddy about the opportunity to ride together. this was definitely going to be just what the doctor ordered.
exiting the vehicle, T opened my door and escorted me into the office/viewing room of the arena. excusing himself for a moment, he left the room and i was left to wander, looking at all the photos on the wall. then through the viewing room windows, i watched the arena lights buzz on one at a time until the 70’x140’ area became fully lit.
with purposeful strides, he came back in the room, taking my face in his hands he kissed me gently and asked, “Ready?”
i nodded and he pulled a pink paisley bandana from his back pocket. what the hell??? pink??? oh ick… i hate pink… he knows i hate pink… i can’t stand the color. “Strip pet, but leave your socks & boots on.”
uh.. what??? confused i looked at him, “um… but… i thought we were going to ride?”
“I would have assumed after all this you would have learned that you think too much… now strip.”
i slowly removed my clothes. not in an effort to be sexy but because i was hoping he’d change his mind while i lingered. it wasn’t meant to be unfortunately. when i was nude, aside from what was on my feet, he tied the pink bandana around my neck.
“Very cute.”
hating the fact that i felt bashful, overexposed and utterly ridiculous looking in this get-up, i grimaced as he took my hand and led me into the arena.
“Now pet, apparently you have felt neglected which leads you to these strange notions that I don’t care. Unfortunately, I have to finish up a few things, but I want to reassure you that you are always thought of.”
i cringed, feeling very stupid for being so over-emotional lately and what was about to come.
“So, I have about an hour worth of work to complete here. if you’re physically occupied, then mentally you will not have cause to wander off into la-la land.” *have i mentioned how much i’m beginning to hate that term* “I want you to walk the rail” (that’s the outer edge of the arena, next to the wall for you non-horse people) “A half hour in one direction, then the second half hour in the other.”
at first i felt a monstrous tide of anger, but managed to stifle it as he walked back into the office. he didn’t even wait to see if i would obey. i watched him through the viewing room window, and he tilted his head inquiringly at my glance. i proceeded to walk.
i walked… and walked…and walked some more. i was chilled when i originally started but after 10 minutes of trudging through a 6” base of shredded rubber and loose sand, i worked up a sheen of perspiration on my skin. i counted each knot in the plank of wood on the arena wall. each time as i passed by the office, i looked in the window, as he made phone calls & shuffled papers.
my thighs hurt, my knees hurt and i was dragging my feet kicking up dust the farther along i got. thirty minutes in, i switched directions. by this time, i was downright gross. i was a mix of sweat, dirt, sand and it streaked down my skin. i was wet, sticky, and smelly, (not in a good, i smell of sex way) and i was so hot my hair felt like it was on fire. my pristine white socks, a dingy brown.
when the hour was up, the only thought i had was that of gratitude that it was over. i was even grateful that T had given me the horrid pink bandana to wear because i had something to wipe my brow with.
knocking on the door, i opened it slowly and softly said, “Sir??? my hour is up.”
“How do you feel pet?”
“i… um… thirsty Sir.. tired..and really kind of nasty.” *i really can articulate myself well can’t i?*
“Hmm… you are a mess aren’t you? Well, you can get a drink from one of the waterer’s in a stall and when you’re done, we’ll leave.”
“yes Sir.” *ugh*
“And pet… I’ll grab your clothes and meet you by the truck. I can’t have you sitting on my clean seats, so hop in the back when you’re through.”
i made my way back to one of the stalls, walked in and then decided i just couldn’t do it. not only because i really did not want to drink from the waterer (i don’t even allow my dogs to kiss me – ick), but i really didn’t want to subject one of his horses to my filth either. i was staying thirsty for the moment.
passing through the viewing room, i shut down the lights and closed the door behind me. as my eyes adjusted to the darkness i could see his form next to the suv and as i climbed in the back, he shut the hatch behind me.
starting the drive back to the house, i was instructed to remove the rest of my attire…boots, socks, and the butt ugly bandana. i curled up in ball on the hard mat, laid my head on my arm, closed my eyes and rested. before long i felt us pull into the garage and he opened the door to let me out. i uncurled myself, a little stiff now that i had stopped moving, and groaned. T offered his hand to help me out, which i readily accepted, as i landed none too steadily on my feet.
“Two choices pet. I can hose you down out in back or you can hop in the shower.”
now normally i would have paused, immediately suspect, and become extremely cautious. T rarely gives options, and when he does, there is always, always something behind it that more often than not, i am going to end up disliking. i hate when he gives me choices, it makes my heart beat double time.
in this instance, however i was too drained to really think hard on it. not that it didn’t cross my mind at all, but i couldn’t fathom how a shower could be worse off than the hose. what could happen? a cold shower perhaps? it’s not as if the hose is going to be any warmer. moreover, if it’s the hose, then i’m outside, exposed and it’s chillier. oh hell. “shower please Sir.”
“To the bathroom then and don’t touch anything, pet. Everything you need is in the shower.”
i couldn’t help but give a silent ‘woo-hoo’ in my head. a cold shower was out thank god. once in the bathroom i reached in, turned the nozzle until it was set to almost scalding and waited for the water to heat up. catching my profile in the mirror, my disheveled hair, streaks of brown down my white skin, how could he ever think his pet was attractive? i looked like a humane society reject. i could only look worse if i had mange. sheesh, i wouldn’t want to touch me. sighing, i entered the shower.
tilting my head back and soaking my hair, i closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of water pulsating against my body. i could have stayed there awhile just letting the heat seep into my muscles, but didn’t want to keep him waiting. bending down to grab the shampoo from the seat, it was then that i figured out the catch. i looked at the label in disbelief. “Hartz Crystal Clean Shampoo & Conditioner (for dogs). All In One, Leaves Coat Clean, Shiny, And Manageable. Refreshing Deodorizing Scent.”
all of a sudden i felt this big whoosh, as if all the air was being sucked out of the room, everything around me turned hazy with the exception of that bottle and my eyes glazed over as i stared at it. it’s just soap right? if i just think of it that way, it’s no big deal. nevertheless, no matter how much i tried to think little of it, this was a huge deal to me, big crocodile tears formed, and my bottom lip quivered.
i set the bottle back on the seat, sat down on the shower floor and stared at it for a good 5 minutes. i’d be lying if told you i wasn’t looking for a way to get clean without it. when i couldn’t come up with anything i started crying in earnest. i didn’t have the energy to be angry, and as he called out to let me know i had 10 more minutes, all i felt was humiliation unlike anything i have experienced before. i stood up, grabbed the bottle, poured it into my hand and washed my hair. after rinsing, i did the same with the loofah sponge and cleaned my body, scrubbing until my skin was as red as my swollen, tear stained eyes.
i wanted to throw the bottle when i was finished, but knowing if he knew i hated it, then he would have me do it again. i gingerly put it back where it belonged, turned the water off, grabbed two towels – one for my hair, and wrapped the other around my body.
stepping out of the shower, i took a moment to finally get that drink of fresh, cold water from the sink and splash my face in an effort to hide the effects of my “shower”. i wanted to maintain some vestige of pride and didn’t want him to know how much affected me.
he laid in bed as i exited the bathroom, opened his arms and beckoned me to him. i didn’t move, but clutched my towel closer to my chest.
“Come to bed pet.”
i draped the towel that was around my body on the bedpost and took the one from hair, placing it over my pillow to keep it from becoming too wet and crawled in beside him. both of us naked, i laid on my side as he enveloped my body in his. i couldn’t put a coherent thought together if you paid me at this point. moving my hair out of the way, he positioned his right arm underneath my neck, his long fingers intertwined with mine. his left hand tucked underneath my arm, holding my other hand. it’s one of my favorite sleeping positions, it makes me feel safe, cared for, as if he’ll never let me go.
here i was, finally obtaining the ever-elusive cuddle time i had been wanting so desperately. he softly kissed and grazed the back of my shoulders, occasionally whispering about how well i did earlier even though he knew it was going to be difficult and how proud he was of me. my insides smiled at the sound of “good girl” and but body shivered at the softness of his lips.
my god the man knows how to get under my skin. nothing makes me purr faster then having him caress me there. he held me down as he lavished all his attention, focusing on the one place, until i was a squirming like a wanton woman. each time i tried to disengage when i couldn’t take anymore, his arms closed tighter. he kept at his chosen task for nigh unto an hour working me into a frenzy until i was no longer wet from my shower, but for other reasons.
my pussy was soaked, running down my inner thighs. i could feel the length of his cock, hard against my ass. nibbling on my ear, i gasped when he positioned his leg between mine, forcing me to spread and entering my ass suddenly without warning. his girth and length, i kid you not, are a force to be reckoned with and i winced in pain.
burying himself deep within me, my body was forced to accommodate him as he began fucking me. as he pummeled my ass i thought this was all about T and his hunger, his need, but truthfully i had some ownership of this need also. i wanted this – all of him… the discipline, the humiliation, the cuddling, and the roughness. as we progressed my thrusts matched his. i wanted him harder and deeper… and oh so much more.
when his body reached it’s pinnacle, tensing in orgasm, i held his hands tighter in mine until his spasms subsided. he and his essence within me, i laid there contemplating all that had happened. i was physically and mentally drained, my mind tired but clear, and thought this is what i had been missing… this place.. my place with him, where he makes me feel well used and wonderful.

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Diary

Becoming a Drug Lord

Js & Eva were married since they were 24 year old. Their life were normal like any other couple but 3 years after their marriage, recession hits and everything change. With the help of his lovely wife who were more than willing to be his drug lab experiment,
Js decided to put his PhD to good use….

Diary

My Boyfriend Raped Me

I was at a party with my boyfriend on a Friday night. We were drinking and dancing when I suddenly felt really dizzy. My boyfriend led me upstairs and laid me on the bed. He was so caring and gentle. I thought my drink must have been spiked with something because I was feeling really dizzy and quite sick. I saw my boyfriend undress and I got worried. I tried to sit up and ask him what he was doing but I felt to dizzy and fell back on the bed. I told him to put his clothes back on but he just ignored me. Then he came over and kissed me on the lips. He tasted of alcohol and it was disgusting. He moved his hands down to caress my waist and before I knew it he was unbuttoning my jeans. I told him to stop but I was powerless to his strength. He stripped me naked and I was really scared. I knew what was about to happen but was helpless to stop it. He called out and slowly the door opened and I don’t know how many of his mates came in. I tried to cover myself up but my hands were slapped away by my boyfriend and held. One of his mates grabbed my legs and spread them wide so I was laying like a starfish on the bed. Now they all had a good view of my pussy and tits. The guy holding my legs, lifted me up so they could all get a look at my tight asshole. They all nodded and jeered in approval. I tried to struggles but the hands held me down and that just made them laugh harder. One of them slapped my cunt and I screamed they all had their cocks out. My head was pulled roughly backwards off the bed as I heard them say they were going to shut me up. Suddenly a cock was shoved into my mouth. I spluttered and writhed but the hands held me down firm. My head was tilted back and I could see nothing of what they were doing to my body. I felt the tip of a penis touch my pussy and I screamed in panic. Hands were grabbing at my tits, flicking them then a wet mouth started sucking them. I screamed again, my cries slightly muffled by the hard cock pounding my mouth. “It’s making to much noise” I heard one of them say and sudden;y there were two cocks in my mouth, making it impossible to do more than gurgle and gag. I felt my legs being lifted up and someone sliding underneath me. I struggled hard and kicked out. “Bad Whore!” said a voice and I was slapped roughly across the tits. I whimpered as I felt the tip of a cock at the rosebud of my ass, knowing there was nothing I could do to stop it. The cock went deep inside and the onlookers cheered. Then another was on top teasing my sopping pussy with his dick he started grinding me and I was overcome with helplessness. I had two cocks in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass and one slowly pushing between my tits. I felt like a doll and They kept referring to me as “it” or “the whore”. the grogginess had worn off but I was still totally helpless. I was flipped this way and that with cocks plugging my every hole. Tears leaked out of my eyes and were licked off from my cheek immediately. I started to feel an orgasm build up but I didn’t want to cum like this. The guys realised and pounded me harder. Drawing closer I tried to stop but was too weak and a cock pulled out just on time for me to squirt a powerful jet of pussy juice out of my abused cunt. I lay limp with exhaustion and didn’t realise what they were doing as I came down from my climax. It was only when I was completely finished when I realised that instead of hands holding my down there were ropes and I counted at least 8 men at the foot of the bed watching me struggle.
“Now I think we’ll reward it for being such a good slut don’t you think?” said my boyfriend.
I couldn’t believe it. He stuffed my panites into my mouth but I spat them out instantly.
“I think the whore prefers cock as a gag” he said smiling.
“No!” I shouted.
“No?” he said, “well if you don’t beg for the panties we’ll have to use one of us as a gag”
I stared at him silently.
“Ok then” he shrugged wandering round to my head.
“No!” I cried out panicking, “I’ll have the panties!”
“you’ll have to beg for them first.” he said
I knew he wasn’t joking. “Please can you gag me with my panties please! I’ll do anything if you just shut me up with the panties!”
He rolled them up and put them in my waiting mouth. Then he got a spare bit of rope and tied it round my mouth so I couldn’t spit them out if I tried.
Then he got a butt plug out of his bag and slided it gently into me. Then he attached a vibrator onto the end of the bed so the tip was resting against my clit. He then got nipple clamps and attach them to my erect tits. He told everyone to stand around me and cum all over my stretched out body if they wanted to. He then turned on the vibrator to high and left the room. The pleasure was unbearable and before long I orgasmed again but the vibrator didn’t stop. Climax after climax I could not come down. I felt my face being covered in hot semen and yet the vibrator never stopped. One by one they left saying that they would leave me here ready for the next person to come along. They stuck a note on the door reading “In here lays a horny slut ready for fucking” Then they all left leaving me to continue orgasming, helpless and exhausted.

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