Chapter Eight: A Different Kind of Training The sluts hurried through the shower system. A few of them stopped to squat over the troughs, which were intended to catch their urine, but most of the sluts just peed in the showers or did not have to pee because they had already urinated on the ground while they pushed the roller. They then rushed over to the mess hall to greedily suck down the thick goop, which, since they we...

“DON MARCO SINORETTI HAS DIED AT THE AGE OF SIXTY-EIGHT.” Donna Maria read the headline once more. The article went on to describe the Sinoretti crime family in detail. It made her laugh; it was the answer to her problems. Six months earlier, she had a sit-down with the heads of the four remaining crime families; there, they had drawn up a peace agreement that the other families had reneged on almost immediately. She look...

It took over a month to find a date when both Alice and Kelly could attend together for a shoot. Alice arrived first, and I pressed the buzzer to let her in. “Hi, Handsome,” she said as she walked into the central kitchen area, then blushed slightly, realising I was standing and talking to another photographer and his model. We all chatted for ten minutes, and then they both left. Alice followed me as I walked into my sma...

I’m silently screaming so loud, You’re the one who hears my whisper in the crowd. I ask for something I know I need, You are the one who won’t recede. You tell me to use my voice, This is my time to make a choice. I step forward into your embrace, Down my spine your hands softly trace. Within the shadows of the room, In time you are going to make me bloom. Your hand slips between my thighs, Consumed by the danger I can’t...

Vicky knew something was wrong the moment she stepped into the laboratory. The emergency call had come from the city's science district just before dawn. Witnesses reported strange disturbances all over the city, such as coffe shop arguments over obvious facts, friends accusing each other of betrayals, police officers insisting the sky was green while staring directly at a blue morning horizon. Standing in the shattered e...

A Week after the festival in Germany, we were preparing for the final gig of the tour in my home town of Sheffield. I was now standing at the train station awaiting the arrival of Michelle. We had stayed in contact after the night in Manchester, and she had made her wish to see me again very clear. “I will be your submissive little sex slave and allow you to do anything to me you want, Master,” was the exact wording she u...

Nervously, I left a note on the table, asking him for it. And he obliged. Slapped my face, bent me over, yanked my skirt up and panties down, spanked me, fingered me, and stuffed my cunt just like I begged. Pulling my hair, he spread my buttocks and fucked my bum until he fired his salvo deep inside me. Mascara and tears ran down my face; cum seeped out of my arsehole and down my thighs as I stood in the corner, hands on...

It was the middle of the 1990s, and I was about twenty years old. I was seeing a girl a couple of years older than me, and we had been dating for almost a year. Tula was nearing the end of her degree, and had recently accepted an offer to do her PhD at the prestigious Oxford University. The knowledge that she would soon be living over two hundred miles away weighed heavily on us both. We were determined to enjoy the summe...