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First Night in Hell Part 3

Well it is no longer the first night in hell
but what the hell. I’ll stick with the Title if you all will humor me. Let me know what you think
where I should take this next. There is so much open
I could take this story to so many different levels I’d like some feed back on where you think this story should go
what direction? Should Mommy dearest and Sister come in to play with the boys? Should I have Jason sell Samantha and go in that direction? Or leave her here to continue the play between Jason, Mark and John? You tell me…
Chrissy stepped off the bus; finally she was home from that hell of a school and to top it off she wouldn’t have to go back there at all. She was done, graduated and everything. Finally. Shaking her head and taking her long black hair down out of the librarian like bun she had it she smiled as it fell down her back in one long straight shot. Chrissy didn’t even realize the men that ogled her, she was very na? for an 18 year old, having spent her whole childhood and what little of an adult life she had in the catholic school, and she wasn’t around many guys. She straightened her white button up shirt and smoothed the lines in her stripped uniform skirt. Chrissy was still wearing her uniform from the school, plaid skirt, button up white shirt, knee high socks and the black saddle shoes. She felt childish, but unbeknownst to her the men around her were positively drooling over her. Her breasts were well formed, pressing against the shirt, at least a ‘C’ cup, her stomach flat and hips nicely curved. Her thighs and calves were nicely toned, she was gorgeous and she didn’t even know it; innocence oozed from her. Chrissy had the same brilliant green eyes as her mother and older sister, Samantha.
Frowning she looked around, Samantha was supposed to be here to pick her up; but she didn’t see her. Shrugging, she just figured that Sam had gotten caught up with her newest boyfriend, like always. Chrissy didn’t quite understand that; never having a boyfriend herself but she hoped to change that. She wanted to understand, she wanted to experience it all. Picking up her single black suitcase she began the walk down the brick pathway towards the taxis.
“Hey baby. Want a ride?” One drunken man winked at her. Chrissy shied away shaking her head.
“No, no thank you sir.” She said blinking, backing away from him. She didn’t like the way he looked at her. As if she was placed on sale at a meat Market.
Refusing to let him ruin her otherwise good mood, she continued on her way. Stopping when she came to the long line of taxis. Glancing around she sighed, it appeared almost every one was taken by another passenger off her train. She shook her head and began walking down the walkway, determined to find an open taxi to get her home.
“Hey, miss! You lookin for a taxi?” A young man with sandy brown hair and friendly brown eyes called out. He grinned at her underneath a Cubs ball cap.
“Yes, I was. But it appears they are all taken.” Chrissy said dejectedly.
“Not all.” He winked at her, slyly. “I happen to be a driver of
.wait for it
yes a taxi
and not just any taxi
an open taxi.”
“Are you now?” Chrissy smiled. She liked this guy. He looked to be in his early twenties or mid. He was friendly and she liked the way he looked. He was tall, had to be about 6’2 or taller, the man looked like he worked out.
“Yup, and I happen to be waiting on the first pretty girl I find to offer a ride to. And your it. So how about it? I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” He said offering her his arm. Chrissy laughed.
“Ok. How about home?”
“Hey that’s an easy one.” He winked again. “My name is Mark.”
“I’m Chrissy.” She smiled, thinking that she just may have to thank Samantha for not showing up.
“Pleasure to meet you. Here we go; this is my hack, climb in. You can sit in the front if you like. It isn’t often I get such pleasant company for a drive.” Mark opened the passenger door and waited for Chrissy to climb in, shutting it softly behind her. He quickly placed her suitcase in the trunk and then jumped into the driver’s seat. “So what music does the Lady listen to?”
“Well anything beside Catholic music, please.” She laughed the sound soft and musical in itself.
“How does Jimmy Buffet sound?”
“I never heard of him.” She shook her head. “But I’m willing to listen.”
“Great. I love ol’Jimmy; I’m a regular Parrot Head myself.” Mark confided in Chrissy. “My pa loved him and passed his love to me.”
Chrissy smiled and listened as a soft almost island sounding music weaved its story of a “Jolly Man”. “I like the music. Its soft, not invading like a lot of the music that is popular anymore.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Mark nodded. “So, where am I off to?”
“4568 E. Whitmore St.” Chrissy gave him her mothers address.
“That shouldn’t take too long. Too bad, here I was hoping you lived across town.” Mark sighed, disappointment rang in his voice.
“Why?”
“So I could spend more time with you.” He wolfishly grinned at her. Chrissy laughed.
“You’re too much.” Chrissy laughed, trying to flirt back with him.
Mark sighed. “Well I guess I can hope for at least for some bad traffic or something.”
~~~~~~~~~
Some distance away, in a secluded mansion Chrissy’s sister wasn’t having such a grand time. She was now laying flat on the bed, on her back. Samantha still had a large dildo up her ass and pussy both vibrating and rubbing her raw. She had been here for, who knows how long. She had lost track of the time some time ago. Samantha knew it had to be awhile though, her nipples and pussy had stopped hurting from the piercings and the burn they placed on her had healed up, without infection. Although she still clung to the hope of a savior. Sometimes in her dreams she would picture a knight coming to her rescue like in the fairy tales. A shinning white knight riding a grand white horse, declaring his love for her; a tear slid down her face, she knew it wouldn’t happen. But she couldn’t give up hope.
“How is my beautiful slave doing this day?” Jason entered the room. She had learned his name some time ago, and recognized his voice. Samantha shook her head, she refused to answer.
“What should we do today? I am in need of some entertainment. Perhaps bring in a special guest for you to play with? I’m thinking John, he is ever so eager to play with you.” Jason said in a toying voice, playing with several sex toys on another table. He laughed as he heard the girl suck in her breath. He knew the man scared her.
“N-no please.” She whispered, no longer having the gag on her.
“Then what shall we do? I need some form of entertainment; and you will provide it for me. Give me ideas.” Jason said leaning against the wall looking at his newest sex slave lying naked on the table spread eagle. It was a pleasing site.
“I-I don’t know
please not him.”
“Not good enough.”
“I-I will do anything you like
but please not him.” Samantha screamed as the man turned as if to leave the room. He paused, turning slightly.
“Anything?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“I will release you from your bonds. I will lie down on that bed; you will suck me, and fuck me, riding me. The whole time you will moan and enjoy the actions. You will bring me to climax and then swallow my seed and then thank me for the opportunity of such of an honor.” Jason said walking up to stand next to the woman, toying with her piercings. “Or I can call John in, he would love to fuck that nice of yours.”
“I-I
I’ll do it.” Samantha whimpered as the tears began to fall.
“Good girl.” Jason nodded with a smile. He quickly released her arms and her ankles. She sat up, not even bothering to cover self. He watched as she rubbed her wrists. “Come now. You will undress me, before we begin to play.”
Samantha looked up at him, taking a deep breath she stood, swaying slightly. Jason stood still watching her. The idea excited him, the woman fucking him and sucking him like she wanted to, even though every fiber of her being fighting against this. She reached up with shaking hands to unbutton his shirt. She did it slowly, which only excited him more, he knew she was trying to kill time before she had to fuck him. He was ok with that for now. Finally all of his buttons on his shirt was undone, she reached up and gripped the top of shirt, careful not to touch him, and slipped it off. It fell to the floor, pooling behind him. She gulped, her hands shaking even worse as she reached for his belt. Jason smirked; the girl was still refusing to meet his eyes. She finally got his belt unlatched and pulled it free, letting it fall to the ground. Taking a deep breath she braced herself and released her breath with a whimper. Her hands grazed his lower stomach and he sucked in a breath as she fought with the latch, when it was free she unzipped him and pushed his pant down. He stepped out of them, closer to her; she took a step back in reaction.
“The boxers too.” Jason stated firmly as she fought against the action. “Now.”
She reached forward and pushed them down, roughly. Jason lashed out and slapped her hard, sending her to the ground. “You will never try to hurt your master, every action will be delicate. Stand up; we are going to the bed. You will use that mouth of yours on me.”
Samantha watched as the man leaned back onto the bed, his eyes continued to watch her, he cocked his fingers at her and she kneeled on the bed beside him. Gulping she glanced at his man cock. It was still not fully hard, but long and getting thicker by the moment.
“Lick it.” He ordered, his voice growing more demanding. Samantha glanced at him and licked her lips. Bending she kissed the tip of the cock.
Resigning herself to the job, and trying to keep that other monster away from her she decided to try to at least please the man. Perhaps he would let her go if she pleased him, let her go home. She suckled him and bobbed her head on his dick. Using her hands on him she attempted to make him cum, before he wanted to fuck her. She moaned, as he wanted, as if she wanted this. Jason laced his fingers behind his head and watched the beauty sucking him; he could tell she was trying to make him cum. But that wouldn’t happen not yet. Her mouth felt like soft wet velvet, clinging to him, milking him. He released a deep moan of pleasure and arched his hips. Finally he had enough, sitting up he watched as she released his dick. It was finally hard and thick. She had prepared it nicely.
“Ride me.” Jason said half reclining on the bed. Samantha blinked at him. “Do it.”
Samantha cringed, and felt like crying but there were no tears left. The man was holding his dick with one of his hands. “I-I am not wet. It will hurt.”
“You should have been preparing yourself.” Jason stated, humor dancing his eyes. “If you ask nicely I will prepare you. Ask me to lick you, tell me you want it.”
Samantha shook her head, she couldn’t do that, and she wouldn’t.
“Then fuck me. Ride me. I don’t care if you are dry or wet. Your pussy will feel great either way.” Jason shrugged. “When you’re bleeding and ripped, I’ll send John into you.”
“No!”
“He is the one with the healing touch.” Jason laughed.
“P-please, I-I
I want
” Samantha stumbled over the words.
“You want what?”
“I want
I want you to
please
” Samantha shook her head. “Please I want you to lick me.”
“Where? Where should I lick you?” Jason asked with a raised eyebrow.
“My
pussy
”Samantha’s shoulders fell defeated.
“Lay down.” Jason said rolling onto his side still playing with his cock. He watched as she lay down on her back and spread her legs.
Jason crawled over her and covered her body. “Tell me what I should do to you. Tell me what you want and I will do it.”
Samantha was tempted to ask for her release, but knew that would only serve to piss him off. She nibbled on her lower lip.
“You don’t want anything? Should I just push my cock into you and fuck you?”
“No, please kiss me.” She closed her eyes against this. Samantha felt his breath on her lips before she felt his mouth. He was gentle at first, licking her lips and softly kissing her as a boyfriend would the first time. He nibbled on her lower lip, pulling softly. She opened her mouth to his awaiting tongue, and felt him invade. Licking and exploring her open mouth. Licking her teeth, her tongue and mouth, finally he moved back and waiting for her next request.
“Well?” He asked, enjoying this mind game.
“Touch me.”
“Where?”
“My
breast
ribs
stomach
” Samantha shuddered.
“Just touch?” Jason asked reaching up and toying with one of her boobs.
“And
”
“And?”
“Use your mouth.”
Jason laughed, knowing that she was broken at least mentally now. She was not even crying. He leaned in and kissed her neck, nibbling down her shoulders, all while gently rolling her piercing between his thumb and fore finger.
~*~*~*~*
Chrissy laughed at what Mark had said. She was enjoying this ride. He was funny, charming and witty. Not to mention good looking. She scowled as he turned down the street her mom lived on.
“Almost there.” Mark stated glancing at her.
“I know.” She sighed.
“Well I have an idea. Why don’t we drop off your suit case and go get some coffee or something?” Mark asked as he pulled into the drive way.
“Well
” Chrissy chewed her bottom lip. Finally throwing all caution to the wind she turned and smiled at him. “Ok but on one condition.”
“What’s that?” Mark said tipping his head to the left.
“I want you to kiss me.” Chrissy said her face turning a light pink.
Mark laughed and reached over cupping her cheek. He leaned over, Chrissy’s eyes widened and she slowly closed them as he got closer. Finally their mouths touched. Her virgin lips confused and unknowing. His pressed gently against hers, he suckled her lower lip nipping softly at its soft tissues. Mark ran his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer. He felt her hands come up slowly working their way up his arms to his shoulders. She moaned softly into his mouth and parted her lips, for him. He licked her lips and darted his tongue into her mouth. Her soft intake of breath was pronounced and he felt her shudder and lean into him further. Mark smiled and pulled back.
~*~*~*~Authors Note: This is a quick add, since I have been busy and unable to add to the story. So please tell me what you think, what direction should I take this. Any idea’s would be welcome. Thank you for reading and commenting. Assuming you will anyway.
“I was not expecting that request.” Mark said softly looking at her wet lips.
“I have never kissed a boy or man before.” Chrissy admitted.
“Never?” Mark asked as if he didn’t know. She shook her head. “Wow, I’m honored. This poor taxi guy has never had such a good tip.”
Chrissy smiled. “I’ll go throw my suitcase inside and come right back out for that coffee if you still want to go that is.”
“Hell yeah I do. Hurry.” Mark grinned. Chrissy nodded and jumped out of the car.
Mark watched as she carried her bag into the house disappeared inside. Quickly he picked up his phone and sent off a text message to Jason. ‘All going to plan. Got sister, let me know if I should bring her.’

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Revenge. Chapter 1.

Carmen Fox was sitting in her dark bedroom with the laptop’s glow the only source of light. Her hip-length, straight, jet black hair was splayed around her and she knew her light blue eyes reflected the laptop’s light. She hadn’t been busy doing anything since Ross broke up with her. Now she spent the majority of her days doing this. Surfing the internet and visiting websites like Google, Facebook, and other various things. She was currently on Facebook.
Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt anything to visit his page? He wouldn’t be able to tell she was visiting his page, and it could only be this once. She decided on clicking on his name and casually browsing his wall. He never deleted her as a friend, so it was nothing she hadn’t see-.
What the hell is this? She thought. Her eyes were not deceiving her. His page said in a relationship with Sage Adkins. She couldn’t help herself. She clicked on her name and was relieved when her profile wasn’t private.
From what she could tell, this Sage bitch was a curly headed blonde with fake boobs and a perky personality. Ross hadn’t even broken up with her two days ago; which means he either left her for this bitch, or he was having an affair and chose the new girl. God dammit, she was younger too. That’s such a clichĂ©. Carmen wasn’t old. She was only in her early thirties, but Ross was older than her and this new slut of his was twenty-six. Oh look. The little trend-follower was bi-sexual too.
This called for revenge.
The next night, Carmen put on a black v-neck t-shirt, so she wouldn’t be seen in the night, and dark denim shorts that would allow her to move her legs around when she went over to his house. There was no need in abandoning all of her fashion sense, so she put on some black, peep toe heels too. She planned on destroying his black Escalade that he loves so much. Nothing he can complain about to insurance, but enough to piss him off as much as he did her.
As she pulled up to her ex’s house, the lights coming from inside told her she’d have to be quiet. So she grabbed her bottle of white nail polish and slowly approached his black escalade. She doodled signs like middle fingers and cocks on all the other windows and some the doors, then she saved the best for last as she wrote “Jerk-mobile” in big letters on the back window and then went around to climb on the hood so she could write, “I like sluts, not women” so big that it covered the entire front window.
She gracefully hoped off the hood and glanced in the window for safety and did a double take when she saw Ross on the white couch that he’d made out with her on so many times. He was in the same position, but this time it wasn’t her straddling him and kissing his lips. It was Sage.
She couldn’t help herself then. Curiosity pulled her to the window so she could look at the two of them better. She looked at him first out of longing. She could only see the back of him, but his brown hair was as soft and luscious as ever. She could tell just by looking at it. His muscular arms wrapped around her little, yellow sundress. She couldn’t make out specific features, but her blonde hair was curled and flowed down past her shoulders. She knew from Facebook that she had blue eyes and a foxy kind of face though.
She was sure now that he was having an affair. No one is slutty enough to fuck on the first date if they’re looking for a relationship. Not at her age, anyway.
When Sage took a breather, she glanced up casually and Carmen dashes behind the wall and out of sight. However, as their voices grew louder and muffled sounds came from inside the house, she realized she hadn’t moved fast enough, so she started to run to her car for safety.
Heels were a bad idea tonight. She felt Ross’s muscular arms wrap around her waist and lift her into the air. She started to kick and fight him when she realized he was carrying her back into the house with his new slut trailing behind them.
She was plopped on the white, soft couch they were just making out on and he looked into her eyes with that brown, intense stare he got when he was angry and said, “You fucking bitch.”
She crossed her arms and gave him a sly look.
“What were you thinking, doing that to my car?” He demanded.
She didn’t answer. She was too pissed, so she just stared at him and made him guess. He must have known she wouldn’t just sit by and mope while he got constant sex though.
“Real mature, Carmen,” Ross said as he looked out the window to his precious car that probably meant more to him than both the girls in the room combined. “Sage is not a slut,” he claimed.
“Sure I am.”
They both turned their heads toward her in surprise. Sage smiled and walked in front of Carmen before she glared at her and said, “I knew he was in a relationship. I knew you were at work while he was fucking me. I’m a slut,” Sage leaned forward and put a hand on each of Carmen’s bare thighs and added, “And I can get real dirty.”
Pure wrath pulsed through Carmen and she slapped Sage across the face with as much force as she could possibly put into the blow.
Ross dashed behind the couch and held Carmen’s hands back, giving Sage full access. “What do you even miss about our relationship, huh?” she heard from behind her, “Working at different times? Living in different places? Having the same sex once every weekend?”
“I think it was the sex,” Sage chimed in. Sage moved forward and stuck her thumb in Carmen’s shorts and played with her lips. Sage giggled and said, “She’s already wet, just from me kneeling in front of her. Do you want to be pleasured, Carmen?”
Carmen kicked Sage in the chest and hesitated before saying, “Don’t say my name.” She was already wet from Ross touching her, not Sage. She needed sex bad.
Sage rubbed her chest with a disgruntled expression and said, “Ow, you kicked me with heels on! And that wasn’t a no.”
Carmen narrowed her eyes and said, “Sorry; wouldn’t want to pop one of your implants. And I’m not a lesbian.”
“Ladies, ladies,” Ross said slowly and calmly, “Maybe we can work something out here.” He sounded really suspicious when he said that. So when Sage smiled, Carmen squirmed out of Ross’s arms and stated, “I’ve worked out all I want.” This was getting out of control and she didn’t want to be involved in it any longer. “I fucked up your car and now I’m leaving.”
Of course, why she ever thought it would be that easy was a mystery. Ross grabbed her before she could even lift herself off the couch and he held her down on the soft white sofa so that she was lying down. “Speaking of my car,” Ross said with a malicious grin, “I think you owe me.”
Carmen rolled her eyes and argued, “It’s just nail-polish, it’ll wash off; I don’t have to pay you anything.”
“Look at this house,” Sage said, bringing herself back into the conversation, “The type of car you trashed,” Carmen thought she was being an idiot, stating obvious things, but as she took off her black heels and stared her in the eye, whispering, “He doesn’t want money,” she saw where this was going.
Ross was hovering over her and she could see a bulge in his dark jeans. Sage was kneeling between her legs. Yes, she knew exactly what was on their mind. She didn’t want any of it. She may be horny from no sex in the past few days, but she wasn’t about to release with her ex and her replacement.
Carmen lost it and was now fighting for freedom as she screamed, “No! I’m not fucking either of you.”
Ross put on a faint smile as he grabbed the hem of her black v-neck t-shirt and started to force it off her. Sage simultaneously undid the button and zipper on her shorts, but she figured Ross was a greater threat, so she closed her legs to hinder Sage, but slapped and fought Ross as much as she could
 to no avail.
Soon, her light skin showed against the white couch and her red bra that covered her natural D-cupped breasts and her matching thong were the main attraction.
She started to panic a little, but Ross held her down again while Sage peeled off her little sundress and kicked off her yellow strappy heels. She quickly undid the clasp of her lacy, strapless bra supporting her D-cups and the slut didn’t even have to worry about underwear, because she wasn’t wearing any.
She was unwise to fight Ross, because she now weakened herself and Sage held her down easily enough while Ross stripped. The bitch knew what she was doing too. She held both of Carmen’s wrists in one hand, while grabbing the back of her hair with the other. She had to support herself on her elbows, so her bare breasts were pressed against Carmen’s. She used this to taunt Carmen. Since she was bi-sexual, she rubbed their breasts together and made little moaning noises while staring Carmen in her light blue eyes. Allowing Ross all the time he needed to strip off his clothes.
She’d seen Ross naked before, though. She knew his prominent six-pack and matching pecs. She knew his dark hair was all over his body, but there wasn’t enough to make him look hairy, she definitely recognized his stiff 7 inches of cock when she saw it.
Now that they were both naked, Sage moved down and forced her red thong away from her body while she had no choice but to lay there while Ross approached her and undid her bra. Now that her voluptuous tits and clean shaven pussy were out for the world to see, what would she do, even if she had the chance to get away? She can’t go anywhere public, which cancel every place her car would take her.
Ross grabbed Carmen’s hair and put his dick in front of her face. She refused to suck him unwillingly. She pursed her lips and turned her head, despite the pain it caused from her hair. However, as Sage’s tongue flicked her clit unexpectedly, she let out a gasp and Ross took his opportunity to shove all seven inches into her mouth.
She never enjoyed it, but she was always good at deep-throating. Then again, while she didn’t like what Ross was doing, she couldn’t help but love having Sage eat her out. She wasn’t the slightest bit homosexual, but it did feel amazing. Just like if it was a man eating her out. That was the method she decided on using so as to deal with what was happening to her; because she was currently being raped.
Fortunately, as Ross’s balls pressed against her chin with each inward thrust, she could feel they were tightened. He was about to cum. This would be over soon.
Suddenly, Ross pulled out of her mouth and Sage noticed and stopped licking. “Move over here, C.” Ross commanded.
Out of curiosity, she obeyed. Ross pulled her up and put her on her knees in front of the couch. Sage sat in front of Carmen and spread her legs wide, letting it be known what was going to happen next.
Ross grabbed the back of her head in one hand and pushed her forward. She really didn’t want this. She didn’t care how horny she was, this wasn’t going to get her the release she needed. It didn’t matter, though. Ross kept pushing until her lips were against Sage’s bare vag. She gave up, thinking it would get this over with sooner.
Suddenly Ross pulled on her hips so that she was still forced to eat out Sage, but her bum was in the air and she knew where Ross was going with this. The tip of his penis touching her lips only confirmed her belief.
Carmen stopped licking when Ross pushed inside of her and started thrusting because a loud moan escaped her lips. Ross was right about having the same sex. She was always only comfortable with missionary, but this position didn’t seem to be that bad. Save the vagina in her mouth, of course.
Ross pumped like that until she could tell all three of them were close to climax. Sage came first and Carmen grimaced at the pussy juice as it rested on her chin. She used her hand that was previously keeping her up to wipe it off.
Then Ross pulled out unexpectedly and she looked back to see what was wrong. Something was very wrong. He only pulled out so he could line his dick up with her ass.
“Ross, stop!” she cried. She’d lick Sage’s pussy all night to avoid that. He didn’t listen though. He just pushed against her ass like it was as flexible as her vag, which it was proving not to be. She’d never had anal sex with anyone in her life. Until now.
Ross pushed inside and she felt a pop when he officially entered her. She screamed at the stinging pain as tears welled in her eyes. “Ross, please stop. Ow,” she was whimpering and begging now rather than demanding.
Apparently her agony was enough to make his horny ass listen because he pulled out of her and subtly rubbed her ass as if trying to relieve the pain.
“Hold her, will you, Babe?” Ross said before running upstairs naked. Sage didn’t hesitate to dominate her by holding her head back against her vag. Now that Ross couldn’t protect her, Carmen decided to fight. Naked or not, she was getting out of here.
Carmen bit down on Sage’s clit, causing her to scream and release her hold. She knew Sage’s scream would call Ross to come down faster, so she sprinted to the door so fast her legs burned.
Ross appeared at the bottom of the stairs right in front of Carmen and she bumped into his naked, muscular body. After that, she noticed the bottle of lube in his hand.

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Samantha’s Dubai Nightmare (Part 08)

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

Samantha’s Dubai Nightmare (Part 07)

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

Samantha’s Dubai Nightmare (Part 04)

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

Making The Pefect Husband

Mark agrees to participate in a research project a few weeks before his wedding. At the same time, his relationship with his fiancé takes a strange twist. Is it all just coincidence?

the new dark lord, update

the new dark lord
it had finally happened. after years of abuse at the hands of his relatives and the constant stress of being threatened by a dark wizard every year had finally caused harry potter to go dark himself. as with all dark wizards, he felt the power course through him. almost unbidden, new spells and ideas filled his mind. seventh year would be eventful indeed…
the daily prophet headline the next day was astounding and caused widespread uproar
the dark wizard lord voldemort was found crucified in front of the ministry headquarters
the most feared wizard of our age reportedly begged for death and was gibbering in fear before finally succumbing to his quite extensive injuries. mediwitches are mystified as to the marks as no known curses, jinxes or hexes….
harry read the headlines and his face was cracked by a decidedly evil smile. “soon it will be my turn. but first, i have some business to take care of concerning a few girls i know.” the intervening months flew by, and before he quite knew it, harry was back at hogwarts for his final year. after checking his courses, and finding them laughably easy, he went up to the gryffindor common room and relaxed. ron came up and they made small talk, harry laughing and carrying on much as he normally would. before long the sun went down and students went filing out to their rooms. fairly soon the only ones left were harry and hermione. standing up quietly, harry walked around and stood behind hermione. raising his wand, he spoke aloud one of his incantations. “ablsoluta uentri!” hermione shrieked with shock as the spell waved over her. her eyes filled with horror as she realized that her body, mind and soul now belonged to the dark young man.
“h- harry, wh- what have you done? what is this?” her heart was starting to race, but she was unable to scream. “quite simple my beautiful servant, i have utterly and completely taken possession of one, hermione granger. to put it bluntly, you belong to me now. now strip. we are going to make it official.” numbly, and quite against her will, hermione’s hands went to the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one, slowly revealing the firm, bra-clad mounds beneath. after undoing the final button, she shrugged her shoulders, letting the blouse fall to the floor. she shucked off her shoes and socks, then undid her belt, unsnapped her jeans and wiggled out of them. kicking them off, she reached behind her and undid the snaps to her bra, before letting it fall to the floor. finally, she hooked the waistband of her cotton schoolgirl panties, and slowly peeled them off. with a shock, she noticed her pussy was starting to drip. she stood, goosebumps sweeping over her skin, and watched harry’s eyes inspect every inch of her nakedness.
harry’s dick immediately lengthened and hardened at the sight of his longtime crush, finally naked before him. his eyes traveled the length of her body, from her tearfilled, scared doe eyes, down to her graceful neck, down to her full, ripe, c cup breasts, milky white, capped with two ruby red nipples, which, harry was amused to note, were currently hard and pebbled. his eyes continued down past her flat tummy, her flared hips, down to her shapely legs, tight calves, then up to the junction of her legs, where her tightlipped pussy was protected by a thick, neatly trimmed bush. “turn around, i wish to see the rest of you.” trembling, she obeyed her new master. harry’s breath went out with a rush as he caught sight of her firm, glorious ass. shucking his own clothes, harry walked up to his new property. taking out his wand, he imagined a suitable symbol to mark her as his, then he uttered another of his new spells, “scripto indelibile!” instantly a tattoo was branded onto hermione’s otherwise flawless lower back. it was an HP symbol surrounded by lightning bolts. hermione sobbed from the pain of the mark, but bore it silently. “turn around and get on your knees, but close your eyes,” said harry. as she did so, he silently fisted his 10 inch thick, 2 inch wide monster. “open your eyes, then open your mouth.” hermione gasped in shock and a little fear “h-harry i had no idea… glrmph!” the monstrous organ had been unceremoniously shoved past her lips. she lost herself to the immense fucklust that suddenly gripped her, swirling her tongue around the massive head, sucking and licking the mammoth meatspike. unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, who can tell?, for her, her ministrations only served to make harry harder and bigger.
finally pushed her away, grabbed her by the neck and threw her onto a couch. kicking her legs apart, he positioned himself against the entrance to her sopping wet flower. slowly, the monstrous head of harry’s dick started to spread her lips open. slowly, one inch went in, then, with no small amount of surprise, he encountered a barrier. “you are still a virgin?” “yes! i was s-saving it for m-marriage, p-please, it hurts, take it out?” “hmm, if you behave yourself, i might make you my wife. one of them anyway, hahahah.” and with the look of abject terror in her eyes, harry thrust forward, tearing the hyman away, and sinking balls deep inside the tight pussy. hermione’s screams would have shaken the rafters, were it not for the imperturbable charm harry had cast earlier in the evening. holding himself inside her, harry cast yet another of his new charms, “virgo scutum” the maidens’ shield. a warm blanket of energy washed over hermione, and she wondered at what the spell would do. her musings were then interrupted by harry’s cock withdrawing from her, the raw nerve endings screaming with the pain, before it slammed home again.
each time he thrust into her, harry could feel her cunt muscles pulse and contract around him, straining to accept the massive invader. and with every withdrawal, her pussy created a vacuum around him, sucking him back in. soon they had a rythm going, their pelvises rising to meet each other, their slim bodies softly clapping together, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks. she looked away from him in shame as he raped her to an orgasm, her nails leaving deep scratches on his back. half an hour, and several orgasms, later, harry grunted, a primal savage sound, and unloaded shot after shot after shot of spunk into hermione’s ravaged pussy. any hope of her ordeal being over was dashed when after 2 minutes he was hard again. he flipped her over, doggy style, and proceeded to absolutely dominate her formerly virgin pussy. half an hour later, she had two thick loads deposited directly in her womb. when harry pulled out and set the tip of his once again hard cock at hermione’s crinkled asshole, she was too hoarse to scream, she merely accepted the painful invasion, her tight, hot ass milking his dick for every drop.
when he finally collapsed on top of her, she had three loads in her pussy, two in her ass, and she had swallowed another. almost gingerly, harry picked up his slave in his arms, and holding her close, whispered in her ear, “hermione… you are mine now… you will break off whatever you had with ron, no one will ever touch you again, besides me.” and with a sadly contented sigh, and a sniffle, she said, “yes master”. “good girl. now rest, sleep well, over the rest of the school year, you will help me ‘recruit’ new girls. i think luna will do nicely, dont you?” and with an airy smile, she agreed. after putting her in her bed, he went back to the common room, and with a flick of his wand, tidied up the room. he then went to bed and slept like a lord.
chapter 2
hermione had her face buried in a cushion, stifling the screams and moans that escaped her as yet another orgasm was ripped from her body. over the month since harry had made her utterly his, in more ways than one, she had been stretched out and fucked in nearly every room in hogwarts. on several occasions, they had very nearly been caught only to escape notice by the skin of their teeth. with a final shuddering climax from hermione, harry emptied his balls deep inside her womb. hermione collapsed onto the bed as harry lay down next to her. softly, harry called his newest servant to him. “come to me my pet… i have a task for you. hermione, close your eyes.” fearfully, the young witch squinched her eyes shut as the small reptile slithered into the room. “masssssster….” the young basilisk hissed, “i sssserve….” “yes deadeyes, i have a job for you. if you complete it, you may feast. i want you to find all those who bear the dark mark, and i want you to get rid of them. you may eat them when you have, if you so wish, but mark my words, you are not to harm anyone else.” and looking into the serpents eyes, harry bid the monster go. “yesssss masssster… i obey”
once again harry was glad of the research he had done before he created the fine male specimen that was now slithering out the school pipes. as a parcelmouth, he could command the creature, and as its creator, it could not kill him. his revenge against the death eaters now set in motion, he turned his mind to more lascivious pursuits. “hermione,” harry breathed, his voice husky with his thoughts, husky in that way that made her instantly wet and mad with desire, “i have a job for you as well. i am may be dark, but i still care for my possessions. i sense that if you continue taking the fuckings i give you, you will soon not be able to take anymore at all.” “b-but harry, m-master, i… i-i need it… i love the way you f.. they way you take me.” softly, almost gently, harry whispers in her ear, “i know, my lovely one, my slave, i know. but like i said, i am still concerned with your welfare, to that end, here’s what i want you to do…” a naughty grin splits her face as his plan takes form in her minds eye. “yes master, i will.”
luna lovegood sat in the library, thinking about her favorite subject, harry potter’s cock. ever since harry had brought her to slughorns christmas party last year, she had been consumed with lustful curiosity. how big was it? how thick? how deep would he go? how would he take her? aloud she murmured to herself, “what does his come taste like?” it was then that hermione sat down next to her. “hello luna. what are you up to?” “oh hi hermione. just doing some research, ehehe, how about you?” “oh not much really, a little sore. by the way i can show you.” luna’s heart went cold. could she have heard her? she must never know her secret, after all, she was harry’s friend. “show me what, hermione?” she saw a sly grin steal across the brunette witches face, and she knew the words she was about to say. “why luna, my friend, i can show you what harry’s come tastes like.” saying that, luna watched with curiosity as hermione stuck a hand under her skirt. her eyes widened with shock as she pulled out a finger, slicked with a sticky white substance that luna assumed was the sperm she had been so curious about. “open wide…” opening her mouth, hermione slowly inserted her finger into luna’s mouth. luna savored the taste, it was salty, but sweet, she wanted more. lots more. “hermione, why do you have harry’s come in your pussy? i thought you were with ron?” “ron and i have been apart for a while now… he’s not taking it well… in any case, i belong to harry now.” “you belong to him?” “do you want to ask questions or do you want more of harry’s come?” she scooted forward, spread her legs and hiked up her skirt. “if you want it, you have to eat it out of me.”
fear and lust warred inside the diminutive blonde witch. finally, predictably, lust won out. slipping her cotton knickers down and off, she dove for the tightlipped, fuzzy pussy displayed before her. tentatively, she stuck out her tongue and swiped it from ass crack to clit, lapping up more of harry’s sperm in the process. she swallowed the come with relish and eagerly went back for more. the attention to her pussy made hermione start to become really wet as she started to tweak her nipples under her shirt. in the shadows, a pair of brilliant green eyes watched the scene unfold, a hand strokes an abnormally large penis. luna continues to swirl and flip her tongue inside hermione’s pussy, swallowing a mixture of her and harry’s mixed come with each lap of her tongue, her own pussy becoming increasingly wet. hermione squirmed with ecstacy on the talented tongue currently in her tight cunny, she could feel the orgasm rising within her. grasping lunas head hard, she came, gushing juices all over luna’s face. before she could straiten up, luna felt a hard, warm weight fall on her, she could feel the hairy balls on her ass, and the length of the thing was such that it reached all the way to her waist. harry looked down at his newest conquest, appraising the thin waist, the small tight ass cheeks, the long thin legs, currently spread wide apart. with a wave of his wand, her clothes disappeared entirely, allowing him to see the pale, almost translucent skin, the pale, a cup breasts with their hard nipples. she looked with fear and admiration at the shaft of meat resting on her upturned ass cheeks. “harry, please, i beg you, give me what i need.” “beg for it. i want you to beg for my cock inside you. i know what you want, but i want to hear you beg for it.” harry said as he positioned his head at the entrance to luna’s pussy. she tried to back onto him, but he followed it back, keeping the head at just the entrance. growling with frustration, she gave in. “please, i beg you, fuck me with your cock, stretch me out with it, hurt me with it, spray your seed in me, anything just please please please fuck me! i need it!” the normally reserved young witch had become possessed, a fierce animal, lusting for release. weaving the spells he created, he exclaimed with shock, as he realized she had already been his for a long time. thrusting forwards, he swept aside her hymen, stretching her past her limits. moaning in pain and pleasure, the diminutive witch thrust back onto harry’s massive member harder than harry would have thrust into her himself, her eyes rolled back into her head as her first male induced orgasm washed over her small frame. harry bottomed out inside his new fuck toy as she crested the waves of her orgasmic tempest. waiting until she came down again, he picked her up, flipped her around to face him, with his cock still deep inside her. throwing her legs over his arms, grabbing her ass in his hands, harry began to literally lift and slam her onto his monstrous cock, the angle mashing against her gspot with every thrust. pulling out until just the head was inside her, then slamming balls deep inside her, again and again, driving her to another orgasm. as lunas pussy pulsed around his cock another time, he grew closer and closer to his own orgasm. as dark as his heart was now, he still worried about breaking her in half, but her own barely articulate cries of “more! more! harder! deeper! please… ugh! mmmmm!” only served to inflame his passions even more, thrusting harder and deeper into her tightness. before long another mind bending orgasm rocked its way through luna’s small frame. the pulsing tightness around him, milking every inch of his cock, he couldn’t take anymore of it. he blew shot after shot of thick sticky sperm inside her. looking over at hermione, he winked. “i think i wore her out. what do you think?” “master, that was incredibly hot. i think ill like watching almost as much as i like being fucked myself.” “she’s definately a hot little minx. i think we’ll keep her.” with that, they cleaned up and carried her out of the library.
chapter 3
luna langoured on the bed, lost in a torpor of lust. her mind flashed back to the glorious fucking she had just received, her lord and master, the great dark harry potter, had shoved his monstrous cock into every hole she possessed, even now her voice was hoarse from how loud she had screamed when he rammed her tight little asshole for the first ever time. gingerly, she reached a finger back to her asshole and scooped some come out of it. bringing her finger to her mouth, she sucked the salty sweetness off and moaned in pleasure as she falls asleep.
in the next room, hermione is bent over a toilet, puking up her breakfast. her fears regarding a certain missed period are brought into stark reality. she loves and worships her master, but she wonders how she will tell him that he will soon be a father. she was scared to think how angry the new dark harry would be when he found out.
unbeknownst to her, harry was well aware that his lead slave was expecting. in all honesty, he couldnt be more pleased. harry was looking forward to the prospect of an heir to carry on after him, he was dark but even he knew that he was mortal. the only reason he hadnt asked her about it was that he derived a perverse pleasure from her worrying. finally he came to a decision. “hermione! come to me my beautiful slave!” hermione’s heart freezes in her chest, she wonders if she is in trouble. with a crack, she appears in front of harry, kneeling in supplication, the tattoo on the small of her back as well as the skimpy black thong she is wearing stark against her skin. “yes master?” “is there anything you want to tell me, hermione? anything you thought you had hidden from me?” she trembles in fear at harry’s words. “for instance, could you have kept the fact that you are pregnant from me?” “m-master, you knew?” she slowly looks up and starts in shock at the broad smile across his face. “this is good news! come here!” he gathers her into a tender hug. “master, i thought you would be angry…” “no, this is good, slave. you have given me a gift, greater than any other. however, we need to enlarge my harem to compensate. any ideas?” she thought for a while, then whispered in his ear. the evil smile splitting his face told her her plan was a good one.
cho chang had never been the same since she and harry had split ways. she was lost, aimless. she wandered around the school as if in a daze. that is until she went into an abandoned classroom to study and saw the sight of her life. hermione granger and luna lovegood were naked, their heads buried between each others legs. they were really going at it, their moans muffled in each others snatches. initially she was disgusted by the thought, but the wetness between her own legs betrayed her. she found she couldnt stop watching the horny sight. her hands crept under her school skirt as she began to finger her tight virgin cunt. seconds from climax, she suddenly realize that both girls are looking straight at her. or rather behind her. suddenly harry covers her mouth with one hand, while shoving a finger from his other hand into her pussy. “youre mine now, slut” he whispered in her ear. hermione and luna start undressing her as harry moves her to a desk, all the while weaving his enchantments. finally as he has the asian witch bent over a desk, he casts his slave spell. immediately, she knows she is his forever. hermione and luna go back to eating each other as harry lines his monstrous cock with the asian woman’s asshole. she screams as he painfully stretches her ass. with a gleeful smile, harry starts to ram her harder and harder. tears run down her face as he fucks her deeply. seemingly out of nowhere an orgasm rips its way through her body, and she hangs her head in shame. her tight ass clenching forces him out of her, taking harry by surprise. angrily, he forces it back in, forcing another scream out of her as her anal ring is stretched. after another few minutes of anal slamming, harry blasts off inside her, flooding her ass with spunk. as he withdraws from the sobbing asians swollen ass, he comes around and forces her to clean him off. she looks up at him with hope in her beautifully slanted eyes. he smiles evilly as he shakes his head no. “im not through with you yet slave.” with that he slams into her tight virgin pussy. she’s too hoarse to scream as the pain of her hyman tearing washes through her, followed by the waves of pleasure as she is so deliciously stretched. he plows her again and again, and as the sounds of her ass smacking his thighs fills the air, she comes again and again. her pussy pulsing around his cock drives harry to another orgasm, and he fills her to the brim. as he pulls out, the limp girl begs him, “please master, more. please?” tenderly, he kisses her as he whispers in her ear, “later, my beautiful slave. later. now we rest.”

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