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I took a deep sigh and dropped the duct tape on the last box, others would have closed their moving boxes with packing tape, but I didn’t trust that flimsy stuff. Duct tape on the other hand was a trusted tool, none of those boxes would suddenly pop open when I was carrying them to the moving van and into the new apartment 3000 miles away. For tonight, I was done and craved a beer.
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Author's Note: This story contains graphic descriptions of violence, sexual assault, and poor puns. Viewer discretion is advised.
This story was originally written for The Black Van as part of their...
The Devil is dead!
Despite the enormity of the news not a single newspaper was printing a word about it. The same newspapers that had reveled in the terror the town had been in for the last few months. Every new victim coming forward reporting her experiences of one of the worst nights in her live. The night the devil had visited her.
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Warning: The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules. The aforesaid story is about rape fantasy. It is fiction. Its author does not condone rape or sexual abuse in any shape or form. All characters featured in this story are fictitious and any likeness to a real person is purely coincidental....
Dies ist die Fortsetzung der Geschichte „Die Mountainbikerin“.
Eine eigenständige Geschichte, zum besseren Verständnis sollte man aber diese Geschichte - falls nicht bereits geschehen - vielleicht vorher gelesen haben.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the...
Blue und sein Freund Bruno nehmen sich erst an einem Waldsee und dann tief im Wald in einer einsamen Hütte eine blonde Frau vor, die Blue schon mehrmals über den Weg gelaufen war und bei deren Anblick er immer Vergewaltigungsfantasien bekommen hatte. Heute sollten diese endlich in die Realität umgesetzt werden...
As soon as the call terminated, however, my smile faded. I took off the T-shirt and opened the bag, dreading, what I would find within. The familiar manilla folder on top, was set aside as I removed the other contents. A pair of running shorts and a sports bra. I put them on, shivering in fear and revulsion as I then reached for the envelope. Inside of it were a few items, each of which made my heart drop even lower.
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Es war am späten Mittwochabend. Wie so oft war Melanie wieder zur Reithalle gefahren, um dort eine Stunde lang zu reiten. Sie liebte diesen Sport, er war ein guter Ausgleich für ihre Tätigkeit im Büro, bei der sie lange sitzen musste. Und er trug dazu bei, dass ihr schlanker Körper in Form blieb. So ab und zu trug sie zwar einen schönen Muskelkater mit nach Hause, wenn sie wieder mal zu lange geritten war und es gab auch andere Körperregionen,...
Nein, das kannst du nicht machen, nicht mal daran denken darfst du! Mein Verstand sagte mir, dass ich meine Gedanken schnellstens in eine andere Richtung bewegen sollte, dass ich der Frau unbedingt helfen musste, wieder zu sich zu kommen. Aber als mein Blick auf die zerfetzte Hose der Frau und auf die langen braunen Beine fiel, fing mein Körper an, mich zu betrügen. Ich spürte, wie mein Schwanz begann, in meiner Hose anzuschwellen.
