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Prison Farm Fantasy Part Six
A part of me couldn’t believe it was really happening, but in truth I had already decided to do WHATEVER Jake ordered me to, simply to survive. Jake knew how desperate I was, which is why he had cruelly ordered me to drop to my knees in front of the fat old farmer with the long beard. Trying to ignore Warden Jake’s satisfied, smug leer, I dropped to my knees in front of the fat old man in the plaid shirt and stared down at his worn-out old boots. Fatso Farmer stuck the cow handle of his cane to lift my chin so he could give the naked girl kneeling before him a little lecture before debasing me. “I’m only lettin’ ya’all do this cuz I’m a God fearin’ man, little girl, and I’m trying to re-billy-tate ya’ from yer sinnin’ ways,” he said. “Lookin’ at ya’, and hearin’ ya, talk, I can see yer’ garbage, and don’t have shit for brains. Now I know you like rug munchin’ yer girlfriend Bertha, and she branded that skanky old ass of yers, and gave you that lesbo prison tat. But it’s my duty as a
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Amber's Cell
Amber slowly opened her eyes. There was not a world of difference between her eyes being shut and now, but her eyes would quickly adjust to the darkness. She was laying on her side on a shallow nest of straw that made up her bed. Carefully positioning her body upright, and then slowly raising to her feet. She was cold, but there was little to shield or prevent such things. The only clothes adorning her body were worn, frayed rags around her waist and chest, barely enough to cover her modesty.
Those, and the several cuffs and chains imprisoning her body. pinching the grey "skirt" of a rag to her body was a steel belt, containing various rings
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Slave Market
Jennifer Portman was an attractive woman. She had long shiny red hair, green eyes,
and a great figure. She was a good person. She was always there for her friends and family.
Helped anyone she could. Her life was going great, until one afternoon. She heard a cry
coming from an allyway. "No, please, don't hurt me!" Jennifer had a sense of justice.
Whoever was torminting that poor girl was going to pay for it. She was going to give them a
piece of her 1st degree black belt in Shotokahn. When she arrived in the alleyway she saw a
muscular guy grabbing at a small woman. "Please, I'll do anything you ask just don't hurt
me!" She
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This is apropos of absolutely nothing, just a dark thought I had today.
It has no beginning, no ending and no explanation. It's a self-assembly story
It has no beginning, no ending and no explanation. It's a self-assembly story
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My type of story. Although I tend to be very descriptvie in my own writing, I love a story where the imagination is allowed to run away. The fact that this is not a traditional physical bondage set-up, but one where the victim is so closely restrained primarily by her own fear of pain if she moves makes this an A+ plot line.