The Fet Library

Katrina -

Galen had always thought of himself as a great thief and adventurer seeing as how he was only 19, although most of his adventures only happened in his head. In his mind there wasn’t anything that he couldn’t steal whether it was jewels, gold, artifacts, or even hearts. 

As the sun began to set, Alana sat nervously in her room, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She had always been a shy and timid girl, content with spending her evenings curled up with a good book. But tonight, was different. Her girlfriend, Rory, had spent the past few months planning a special kink scene for Alana at local BDSM club, and Alana couldn't help but feel curious about what it was like.

"Come on, Alana, it'll be fun," Rory pleaded. "You never do anything spontaneous anymore. Live a little!"

   
Heavy, F, F+, M, m, Gothic, Bondage, CBT, Domination, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Masochism, Pain, Rape, Sadism, Sex Toys, Size, Spanking, Submission, Water Sports, Reluctant

My sister’s friend, Emma, has always been cute, but ever since the tragedy, her life had run completely off the rails.  I’ll never forget the screams the first night. She used to be our neighbor. I didn’t know what happened that night, but I knew something was wrong and I called the police. It turned out, her father went mental and shot and killed her brother then disappeared. Emma’s mother brought her home to the scene and melted down when she saw her dead son. There is no sound in this world like a mother who has lost a child. The pain is just too much to handle.

Chapter 1

I should have known that she was trouble the moment she darkened my door. She sauntered in. Her bright, tailored, designer clothes were a stark contrast with my gloomy, run-down office. I don't know why I continued to come in every day. I hadn't had a client in months - not since the Kandinsky case. But with my bank account getting smaller than the tits on a gymnast, I had to do something.

Kimberly had always been a good girl.

She had a pretty good life except for the part where her dad passed when she was young but she and her mother had made it through together

But now she was a happy person she was a cheerleader in community college

Her mom was out of town visiting her grandmother.

She was happy to be a cheerleader she was a natural for it she was tall blond and she had a very nice chest 38dd she was in her uniform ( she liked to wear it) and doing her homework when all of a sudden

Kimberly

It was a chilly Saturday night in Southern California.  March had started off warm this year, but tonight the temperate dropped from the mid 70s into the high 40s after sundown.  Anyone caught without a jacket was going to be pretty uncomfortable, especially if they were a native-Californian sun-bunny, which 19-year-old Abby Richards, standing outside the train station in Pomona wearing shorts and a t-shirt, most certainly was.  She nervously fumbled with her phone and sent another text.

“It was years ago that I went to visit a dominatrix in Berlin. I arranged a no limit session, leaving myself at the mercy of the domme. I didn’t know, at the time, that she didn’t know the concept of mercy. But I had found the idea of a no limits session to be very arousing. The actuality, at the time, was something different. But in looking back at it, I find what I suffered to now be arousing. Not that I would have had the guts to ever go back to her.

Porridge she decided. She’d looked out of the bedroom window, and the weather was decidedly blustery. Cold probably at this time of the year with that wind shaking the trees and bushes but fortunately not wet. Chilly indeed but wet, no. Grey but the forecast last night had not mentioned any rain.

Porridge she reaffirmed looking out of the kitchen window. Yes, definitely a porridge day, something traditional, warming and wholesome for the insides. None of that modern bran or yoghurt muck or worse ‘breakfast biscuits.