This chapter is deprecated. It goes too far, too fast. It is here only as a record of failure. It will be deleted once a rewrite is complete. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 24 minutes; 5000 words.

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The experience of walking in public, feeling semi-naked, with the unaccustomed weight of the bracelet/cuffs at my wrists, the cool air between my thighs and on my naked sex, my unfettered, uplifted breasts moving heavily in the thin blouse, the echoes of everything that has been said that afternoon ringing in my brain—this is all but overwhelming. I am soon trembling, walking along, conscious of the command to be always sexually inviting; terribly, terribly nervous, embarrassed, but at the same time pathetically desperate not to let him down, not to fail. The higher-than normal heels add to the feeling of vulnerability— I am convinced that everyone who sees me knows me for what I really am— a slut, a degenerate, a whore. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 18 minutes; 3700 words.

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He wasn’t even a proper boyfriend. I mean, I saw him fairly often, had sex with him, occasionally went to places with him – but there was no real relationship, no depth to it, no thought in my mind that it could ever go anywhere. Which just makes what happened even stranger. Not that it matters now, of course. Nothing matters any more. But it intrigues me, going over it, how one step led to another, how improbable and – well wrong, it all was. Is. And yet when I think about each decision point, each place where I could have changed the way things went – changed them for the better, for the saner, for the healthier – I cannot imagine myself, at that moment, making any other choice than the one that I did make. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 4000 words.

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Trouble was, she liked being fucked. Liked being fucked hard, by men who didn’t try to be nice. Nice men were sweet, but they couldn’t fuck her right—not unless she could make them angry—sometimes this worked. She had found out early about herself—knew then that she was going to be a slut. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 16 minutes; 3500 words.

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THERESE BRANDED: Two slavegirls’ love for each other is ruthlessly exploited. THE PROCURERS: Three experts ’turn’ a naive girl in the course of an evening. NOW: A thoroughly broken girl is made to relive the experience, and is taken to new depths. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2400 words.

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Lovely young women, driven by needs they don’t understand, in thrall to heartless predators. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 3 minutes; 600 words.

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As for my first fucker, Sir James, he had not finished with me that night; smiling, standing over me, kneeling naked at his feet, still breathing hard and brokenly from the twin effects of breath deprivation and having my mouth filled with his thick come, he shifted, deliberately made his cock slap into my cheek, insolent, demanding; ‘Entertaining as that was, girly, you haven’t accomplished your task in the slightest— if anything, it’s stickier now than it was before; I think you need to try again— only this time maybe just use your tongue. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 15 minutes; 3200 words.

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‘… did you hate it so much? He was laughing at me, and in the end I had to laugh too, even though I had, truly, hated it; I was blushing hard at the same time; caught by the usual trap Jason had me in—simultaneously ashamed of how I was with him, and excited by it. ‘Yes—yes, I did hate it! You were so busy talking to all sorts of people I don’t know, and … and your uncle—or whoever he is—kept talking to me, and smiling at me, only he wasn’t really talking to me—he was just … just … looking at me!’ Looking at you? Oh! You mean looking at your tits, looking at your legs—as if he was thinking about fucking you?’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 56 minutes; 11900 words.

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‘Well … it … it seems to have a theme about love and submission … um … obviously… I mean, she is in love, and that’s what … what gets her into … into that place …’ ‘Roissy, you mean—or the dungeon?’ ‘Um … um … all of it, I suppose… And … and then she is sort of ‘given’ to the older man, and somehow, despite the horrible way he behaves, what he does to her—she decides she’s in love with him—and lets him do much worse. And then, at the end, it seems as if she might die if he doesn’t want her.’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 22 minutes; 4600 words.

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After a languorous afternoon spent on the terrace of a very pretty country hotel he’d taken her to, Sophia had asked him, over dinner, what she might be able to do for him. ‘You do everything! Pay for everything, think of everything, plan everything, say all the funny things, read all the interesting books, choose what things we go to. And .. And I’m grateful. I .. I’m .. happy with it that way, but .. but.. I don’t know - there .. there must be something I can do for you!’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 11 minutes; 2300 words.

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