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It was the third and final morning of Kristen’s debt recovery punishment. She had not slept for more than an hour at a time since being fitted with the electric pasties, which shocked her nipples to a state of painful hardness at more or less random intervals. Her ass was sore from the near-constant presence of a sizeable anal plug, and she was even more restlessly horny now than she had been after six weeks of simple sex...

Lake Abstinence might have been the most romantic locale the Monsterbait Squad had ever been called to. The smooth, sapphire-blue water, thick pine forests, and quaint wood cottages arranged around the shore made it seem like the perfect spot for a vacation with one or more very special friends. It was hard to believe, just looking at the place, that no one had been able to enjoy even the most gently provocative fun here...

I was nineteen years old, and in my first year of college, I attended a large house party where I didn't know anyone. Somebody gave me a rum and coke, which quickly went to my head as I didn't drink. I sat down next to an older black guy named Jerome, who I later learned was thirty-seven years old. We began chatting about a variety of things, including our childhoods. Jerome remarked that he often found himself bare botto...