Stories

Chapter One: Be Careful What You Wish For Julie Jo “JJ” Johansson looked up from her personal tablet and glanced at the company computer screen in front of her. It still said, “Standby for Transcription.” “Do you think there is any worse job than this?” she asked Marcie Dumont, the only other person in the room despite the fact that there were several dozen transcription stations. “This isn’t that bad,” Marcie answered. “We get paid fairly well for just listening and typing. It’s not like we have to do anything really hard.” ...

Oh God, how did it come to this? For months, Angela had been living out of her battered old Honda Civic. Being fired from her job and evicted from her apartment in the same week had been completely gut-wrenching. The twenty-year-old blonde spent her days filling out job applications on her slowly dying iPhone, washing her clothes at dingy, depressing laundromats, and sneaking into the Planet Fitness locker room for quick showers. ...

11: Stroll “I don’t think this is going to work.” The chastity cage was creating an obvious bulge in my dress. “I guess we could strap it down… between your legs?” she suggested. “Hmm… that’d probably make me walk funny.” We were going for a walk, just around the lake. It was late, not too many people around. “We could go without the cage. But… Do you think you can keep ’things’ under control?” ...

Chapter 1: The edge of the wild Alice felt the familiar weight of her backpack as she stood at the barrier, waiting for the elder to give the word. Twenty-one years Alice had waited for this moment. Each gruelling training session, each moment of hardship, every second of her life had led her to this moment: the trial of the braves. Her parents waved and shouted at her, proud of the woman she had become. A grateful smile curved her lips. Without her mother’s guidance and her father’s brutal training regime, she would never be the girl she is now. She waved at them. Her red hair, braided into a loose dragon braid, bobbed as she did. ...

Chapter 5 As she woke the next morning, Kat’s first reaction was to want to go to the toilet because of the immense pressure in her rear. Then she remembered the last evening, and what she requested Foxy do to her. Remembering not only how much pain she had been in, and how tenderly the other woman had treated her, she could not help, but let out a happy little sigh and cuddle deeper the still sleeping women embrace. ...

Part Nine (No meatgirl was consumed in the making of this story, it is more about being a product than the actual process dealing with the meatgirls - if being treated as an object offends you then please don’t read this story) Not sure how I ended up here, but I find myself being transported in the back of a truck along with many other meatgirls, our bound wrists held above our heads and attached to a hook in the ceiling, my ankles are bound too. I can only make a muffled sound because of the gag in my mouth, but I can see, which is not usually the case when I’ve been a meatgirl in the past; normally, the hood over my head would block out the light. The other meatgirls are all like me, naked and bound, we look at each other, wondering where we are going, some have a fearful look while others seem to be resigned to their fate. ...

10. Sub “Ah! Ow! No, stop. Red. Scrabble.” She tried to look apologetic, but she couldn’t help laughing. “I’m sorry, but… really? After everything I’ve done to you, this is what makes you use the safe word - all the safe words! A little spanking?” What can I say, I always was a bit of a wimp. And actually, “while we’re on the subject of ’everything you’ve done to me’ - well, I’ve just been thinking…” ...

Epilogue Time had abandoned Elise. Time was a river. She had no way of knowing how long she had been trapped within the coffin, only that it had been weeks, months. Perhaps longer. Every moment stretched into eternity, each breath dictated by the rhythm of the machine that sustained her, each motion reduced to the slow, mindless writhing that the needle pads beneath her commanded whenever the club was full. ...

Part 10: Girl Talk Alice woke up with a start. It took her a moment to orient to the fact that she was in Dan’s bed. Then the whole evening crashed back in on her. She looked to her left. Dan was there, snoring quietly. ‘He snores, I never noticed that before,’ she thought. Slipping out of the bed in the gray dawn Alice grabbed her shoes and padded to the bedroom door. She slipped out into the living room, eying the open blinds with trepidation. ‘Oh well, if they didn’t catch the show last night they can get the early matinee,’ she told herself as she moved across the room. ...

Chapter Six - Seven Slaves for Seven Sybians The lights dimmed while the slaves were released and helped out of the arena. Several staff persons dressed in black hurried in and quickly removed the punishment barrels. When the lights came back up, GrandMaster Karl and the two poster holders were in the center of the arena. I don’t know if it was an intentional way of adding a little change or just an accident, but the female in the bright white microkini was now on the GrandMaster’s right, and the beefcake in the black Speedo was on his left. One of the posters said, “10, 10, 10, 8.5, 10.” The other said, “9.5, 9.5, 10, 9, 9.5." Again, lines were drawn under the numbers, and an average presented. On one poster, the average was 9.70. On the other, it was 9.50. ...

Part Eight After the events of the inspector’s visits and my eventual sale to Marjorie, the owner of the old Meatgirl Processing Facility—from which she ran her meatgirl experience, where, if you recall, women got to participate in the old production process that had once converted women into meatgirls before the clone labs took over—I remained at the facility for the next couple of weeks. I joined the other women going through processing, and at night I was used by one or more of the handlers Marjorie employed. ...

36: Arachne Escape Studios “Arachne Escape Studios?” Ava read aloud, grimacing as she looked at the shimmering silver tickets right in front of her. “Exactly!” replied the stranger enthusiastically, waving the tickets animatedly. “We’re currently on our way to becoming the hottest event in the whole city. I’m sure you’ve heard of us!” “Coooooool… But I don’t really have the money for it,” Ava lied, turning back to her economics book. Of course she’d heard of Arachne Escape Studios. The company had popped up overnight a few months ago in an old industrial building and was making one headline after another. Tickets were expensive and hard to come by. An experience not to be missed under any circumstances. However, the name was something that put Ava off, and being locked up by strangers in the first place was something she didn’t necessarily want to experience. Any more than necessary. ...

9. Succubus We were two weeks out of cryo when we picked up the distress signal. We were on a routine scavenge run, a parsec out, and MSTRUS had woken us for the final approach. < … please *kzt* save us… > “Fuck ’em.” Garret had received news that his daughter had gotten sick while we were on ice. “We don’t have the time OR the fuel to waste on a bunch of corpses.” ...

Epilogue(One Year Later) For the most part Elise Adler had never lamented the fact that she was not a particularly tall woman, for all that she did enjoy wearing high heels and platform boots that added a few inches to her height. Indeed there was something unexpectedly exciting about the fact that most of her subs were taller than she was and yet she could still make them kneel with little more than a word or a sharp look. And then there was the warm comfort she had found playing little spoon when curled up against Claire’s buxom chest or Talia’s athletic frame or, best of all, sandwiched between both of her girlfriends on those nights when all three of them shared a bed. And yet, even as those memories prompted a tiny smile to tug at the corners of her pierced lips, the pale brunette could not help but acknowledge that a little more height would have been useful right about now as she tried to unlock the door in front of her with a backpack slung over one shoulders and a heavy suitcase dangling from her free hand. ...

Chapter 22 Nadia stood motionless as the final mechanical locks sealed the coffin, a dull hum signaling the completion of Elise’s entombment. The duel was over. The coffin had its new occupant. The club was already shifting its attention elsewhere, murmurs of excitement buzzing as the patrons relished the spectacle they had just witnessed. For them, it was another night of twisted entertainment. For Nadia, it was something else entirely. ...

Devon had purchased the baby snake six months ago and played with it whenever she could! Lucifer was a reticulated python and seemed to enjoy the company of this large pink skinned female who liked the feel as Lucifer slithered all over her! One year ago, at twenty-three, Devon had won a very sizable amount from the National Lottery, and was able to purchase the home that she now lived in. It was on her twenty-first birthday, that she had finally undone the apron strings that had kept her tied to her parents back in South Africa. It was not a happy departure from the family home, both her parents and herself got highly agitated, some awful words were exchanged between the three, her father’s final words being: “Don’t even think of running back here from wherever you are in the world when it all goes wrong! We have disowned you now, you ungrateful hussy!” ...

Part Seven A few months had passed since I took part in the Meatgirl Hunt, and since then, things have changed, not only in me but in my surroundings too. The first being that Ollie has decided to take on another shop and expand the business; the owner of this shop, Nathan, was the one who originally trained him in the meatgirl trade and now he wanted to retire, so he offered to sell the business to Ollie, and as it was the town in which Ollie grew up in, it was a no-brainer to take on the additional shop. ...

“mmmphhhh” I squealed through the inflatable rubber gag as the last of Master’s crop strokes landed on my exposed buttocks with an almost ‘rifle crack’ report…it really, really stung but Master’s reaction to my protest was a derisory ‘huff’ and an extra pump of the bulb, forcing the rubber balloon even tighter into my mouth. I felt his leather covered finger circle the base of my buttplug and pushed it just a little deeper into my anus, whilst his other gloved hand groped and found the leather ‘crack strap’ to tighten it by another notch to keep my anal invader even more tightly anchored inside me. Master then located the zip tab of my latex cat suit between my legs and with practised ease pulled the zip back over his ‘red welted’ target, to come to a stop against my seriously tightlaced rubber corset where he slipped a padlock through the zip eyelet and secured it to the foundation garment, itself locked onto my slight frame by three similar heart shaped locks. ...

PART 1 “Oh, Gwen, you’re hopeless, darling. I don’t know why I bother trying to teach you escapology. You’ve had over an hour and you haven’t even come close* to getting free. If I was a baddie, you’d be in real trouble and you can’t always rely on me to get you out of the messes you get yourself into, you know.” Gwen looked up at her best friend and lover, female secret agent U-69, and let her blue eyes widen in apology and a mute plea to be untied. ...

8. Strip Like a torture scene, she laid out her tools on the bed - a pair of handcuffs, two bundles of rope, and a mystery package which had arrived earlier that day. She’d placed a chair in front of the bed, where I now sat, clothed, in anticipation. Sophie was dressed in a black silk robe. She had a surprise, she said. Until then, I could only glimpse nylon calves, and the black heels that buckled around her ankles. ...