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Revenge – Part 2 – Bonding

“How dare you?”, she exclaimed.

“Well, my parents were killed twenty-four years ago and I was looking for the most worthy prey deserving my wrath. Guess what: that’s you”

“I will…”, she started.

“…not do anything.” I completed her sentence, “You have none of your powers here and you won’t remember anything after returning to your domain.”

“Anyway. I’ve used the best part of my life until now to get you here, now I have to make sure, that I can get you back here on easier terms anytime I want.”

“What?”, she asked irritated.

“Enough chit-chat”, I said, stepping towards her, removing some leather utensils from my belt. Throwing her to the ground and pulling her hands on her back, I whipped the wrist-straps above her hands and connected the two. Then I did the same with the ankle-straps and her feet.

“I will rip the soul from your body, you worthless piece of shit”, she screamed, wriggling in her bonds.

“Yeah sure”, I replied, pulling a large ball gag out of the box behind me. She was in no position to prevent me from gagging her. Read more »

Amaranth – the Future of Sex – 03 – The Rules

The next day, Jonathan sat in the large common room, having breakfast, when she woke up. “Oh my”, she said, startled, “Master, you should have told me that you were getting up! I’d have prepared…”.

“No”, he interrupted her, “I don’t want and I don’t need an aid in the kitchen. Please come over here and have breakfast with me.”

Her head swirled. “They always told me, I was supposed to be the keeper of the house as well”, she thought, “Am I not proficient for his needs?”. She was more than a little bit shaken about her suspicion. Of course, she did as she was told anyway, taking a silk bathrobe he had given her last night; putting it on, she walked over to the table, where he’d put plate and a cup of steaming coffee for her as well.

“Enjoy, he said. And while you do, I think we should take our Bonding phase to good use: as you know we’re legally required to set up a Facilitator-contract if we decide to stay together after the Bonding.”, he explained. Read more »

Revenge – Part 1 – Prelude

A druid is taking brutal revenge on a succubus that killed his parents by torturing her sexually.

This is planned as a multipart story, I’m going to continue in short intervals.

Revenge is going to be brutal and not for the light hearted. The most basic story starter is based on an idea another reddit user suggested for a roleplay that didn’t take place. As I don’t have contact to said person, I can’t ask whether she likes to be mentioned her. Upon her request I’ll submit this source here later.

—–> Part 1, Prelude

Eugene, Oregon, a farmhouse just outside town

January 1999

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I was sixteen and my world was still intact. I sat in my room and read a book when I heard strange noises from my parent’s bedroom.

I dismissed them for a while, but ultimately went upstairs to check. Sneaking through the house, I made my way to the door of the guestroom. I knew there as a peephole in wall where once a water pipe had crossed to my parent’s bedroom. Read more »

Jack’s Shorts: Night Town Atrocity

(Similarities with movies/video games are purely by accident and not intended)

W woke up. Her head was dizzy, her sight blurred. She couldn’t remember, what had happened after she went with this new guy to a private room in the Afterdeath, her favorite nightclub.

A few steps away, she saw a naked woman. Wearing a collar around her neck. With its metal ring, it was anchored to the bed, she was kneeling on. This put her face on the bed, preventing her to get up. Her wrists were cuffed to her ankles and a spreader bar kept her feet apart. Her ass high in the air and completely unable to move, she lay there.

W’s vision slowly got better. She noticed, that the woman’s hair color was a similar green to what she’d been using lately. On the back of her head, she could see
the tell-tale band of a ball gag, she had obviously been made to wear.

W felt strange, detached, nauseous – something was very wrong, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “Was she experiencing a Minddance? No, impossible – the quality was impeccable.”, she thought. Read more »

The Church of WtF – 01 – Door Sellers

I was living in a larger town; my financial situation wasn’t too great, so I had accepted a few drawbacks about the flat to keep the rent down.

On a saturday morning, the doorbell rang. I got there quickly, because I was waiting for the delivery of an online order.

Completely forgetting to use the door viewer, I opened up and was flabbergasted by the view: two young women – about 20, clothed in very appealing outfits – were standing there. They both had an inviting smile and one of them said “Good morning Sir, sorry to impose, but would you consider having us talk to you about the Church of WtF?”, she smiled at me, waiting for an answer.

As she had pronounced the abbrevation “Doubleyou-Tee-Eff”, I reflexively started my standard atheist’s reply: “Sorry, I’m atheist and not interesting in any of this church-bull…”, then my mental train on autopilot derailed..

“Wait – what?! The Curch of WfT? Are you serious? Where’s the camera?”, I asked instead of completing the previous sentence.

“Sir, we’re dead serious and there is no camera.”, she replied, flicking a flyer out – on it’s frontpage I could see the tell-tale title. Read more »

Amaranth – the Future of Sex – 01 – The Academy

Sasha was already awake, when the alarm clock went down. This was the day. She’d been training for 22 years at the Facilitators Academy to become a graduate and start her life.

She prepared her clothing: white, beautifully knitted thigh highs, her virtually non-existent white super g-string and a wide white blouse. Over it, she donned her red leather under-bust-corset putting her cute double-Ds to quite a show without a bra and only covered by the thin blouse. Her red micro-minis-skirt – more a flexible band of 10 inches around her hips left more to see than it covered. She finalized the look with her red heels and her large white ring-shaped earrings.

Her long red hair was tamed with a ponytail and she’d put on the usual appealing low amount makeup.

She took a moment, breathing in and out, preparing for the most important day of her life. Then she went out of the dorm, towards the large meeting hall.

Facilitators were the pinnacle of body culture. They didn’t walk, the kind of flowed. Each of their moves was rather a dance, each of their words a song. The trained the first 22 years of their life to become what they were destined to be: divine beauties, Facilitators. Read more »