Back in her room, Lauren inspected herself in her full-length mirror.  Dear God, her butt was just a swollen bunch of red welts.  She didn’t think she’d be able to sit comfortably for a week.  A few moments later she discovered that showering wasn’t so easy, either, and shortly after that, that just wearing jeans was a problem.  She sighed.  At least she was absolved of her previous sins.

CHAPTER 10

stephanie wasn't sure why they seemed so upset. she just stayed there in the KNEEL position waiting. her nose was sore, it itched, and she could feel the ring on her upper lip. It was horrifying to be treated like this. she wanted to hide in shame, but she didn't dare move at all.

Dr. Charles walked around the kneeling slut, looking at her. “So, slut stephanie, where did you sit in class today?"

stephanie was trying to think of an answer, but didn't want to say that she sat in the wrong place for the second class. "Answer Master, slut!" yelled amy.

Slut-2-Fuck Ch. 03
CHAPTER THREE: FOLLOWING THE SCRIPT

Thirty Frequently Asked Questions about the Slut-2-Fuck

Q1. Is Slut-2-Fuck being used against her will?

A1. No. Absolutely not. Slut-2-Fuck is a lifestyle submissive slut. She serves consensually without force or lien.

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Sam smiled down at Chris.

Part Nine: March

It was Friday evening. Mart was squeezed into the packed commuter train and sighing with relief that his working week was finally over. He was strangely proud of the job he’d done setting up Jack’s filing and administration. It was dull, monotonous work but, as his dad used to say; if something’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well.

Jack had allowed him to leave an hour earlier than usual so it was only just past eight when he arrived home. The house was alive, music playing loud.

“Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed …”

It's just a house. Yes, just a plain 'ole house in the country, sandwiched between miles of open farmland -- where a human scream might not be heard by distant neighbors. As far as you can tell, no one lives here anymore. So enter at your own risk.

The Beginning
"Hey, Mark," Jake said as he opened the door. "Thanks for stopping by."
I shook my best friend's hand firmly, realizing I wouldn't be
seeing him for some time.