Teen Female


Slave: Chapter two

The remainder of the voyage passed by timelessly. It might have been the six weeks it actually was, or six months or years or just a few minutes. Someone marked the days at sea on the base of the mast where it was founded in a complicated joint to the keel board. Victoria didn't bother to look or count the groups of four vertical lines with a diagonal slash across for each completed set. Her passage of time on the voyage was taken up, either sitting alone and silently at the far end of the hold that held just over half of the original cargo, or being violated by her captor who had chosen her body for his own pleasure.

Slave: Chapter one

It was during the darkest hours, those before the dawn that they stole up from the river. Silently encircling the village and stopping on the outside of the boma. The dogs, the villager's normal clarions, died noiselessly after eating the poisoned meat, thrown over the thorn bush barrier, designed to keep the Hyenas and marauding leopards away from the livestock of goats and the few cattle they kept.The heat of the hot sun had leached out of the dung bricks that formed the bases of the huts, to be replaced by the chill of the night. They slept on rough cots, covered in skins or blankets given by the missionaries, oblivious of their impending fate.The signal, a short yip, woke Aneesha.

Abigail: Part 1

Foreword. It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave.

Uncle Bob & Me

My Mum had gone away for the weekend with her mates which meant me and her boyfriend had the house all to ourselves. He's brill, my Mum's boyfriend. He's like a mate. He's in his 40s but he's well cool. Anyway, it was Saturday and we had a great night in, lots of cans, a spliff...brilliant. Round about 11 o'clock I said, "Right. I'm off to bed. See you in the morning, Uncle Bob."I always called him Uncle Bob. "You off for your bedroom wank then?""Yeah well I'm 18. I'm young and full of cum so I need to wank, ok? And yeah, I do have a wank every night before you ask. And sometimes I wank in the morning as well. I wank in my bed and I wank in the bathroom. I'm a horny young wanker. Ok?

Abigail part three

The gift The leather mask he wore seemed to be seamless. The only breaks in the smooth black leather were slits for his eyes and holes to breathe through, no mouth. She could hear the whisper of his accelerated breathing as he bent over her prostrate, naked body. Abigail noticed the definition of his musculature as his skintight suit rippled with his movement. His biceps accentuated by the refraction of light as it bounced of the shiny material. Somewhat abstractly, in a corner of her mind, she thought he had to be extremely hot, trapped in the encompassing embrace of his costume.

Abigail, part two

The Club. Their invitations arrived in a pink envelope in Monday morning's post. Neither of them had really expected their application to be successful, but now that it was and had become a reality, their excitement was tinged with some trepidation.

Bless me Father, for I have sinned

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned....." Awakening. The priest had heard the door shut quietly and settled into a comfortable position, ready to hear the usual liturgy of minor transgressions that would be forgiven with his scale of "Hail Mary's" by way of absolution. Twenty minutes later, and having received an education in the emergence of one of his parishioners from drudge to the exalted woman she now was.

Gill

We left the relative shade of the peristyle garden with its white marble fountain depicting Venus, a ewer hoisted on her shoulder. The trickling figure stood in the centre of a shallow square pool, surrounded by smooth flag stones and then by a grassed border skirting up to a colonnaded cloister that hemmed the garden in, providing a screen to the outside world. I took her small hand in mine to lead her away from the site of our tryst, to the coolness of the house I had had built in a Roman style. She hesitated as if frightened by the sudden change of light. A gently guiding hand at the small of her back motivated her forward step into the cloister.

Lisa

I suppose that it was pure chance, a lucky throw of the dice, and a case of right time, right place, in which I met Lisa. The circumstances were hardly usual; in fact shock was possibly the first reaction she evinced from me. Definitely, shock. Intrigue and wanton lust also added to the brew of emotions that she caused. The experience of her was a life-changing event, one that would never ever diminish in the memory and would alter my perspective on life from that time onwards. I had been called by a man who's name reminded me of an out-board motor.

Mated with Bruno.

Before you tell me, I know it can't happen. I know it is an impossibility to breed, but call it poetic licence, call it fantasy, but whatever you call it, enjoy and forget the physics for a while. His powerful forelegs clamped her heaving hips in a tight embrace pulling her to his furred underbelly and preventing her release. With each thrust of his canine hips, his cock drove deeper into her belly causing her to whimper with the pain of having this monstrous dog cock search out the neck of her womb. The Doberman was her master now in more than just the physical sense. She had invaded his territory and offered her sex to him in an effort to placate his feelings of territorial violation.