#abduction
Last stop, everyone out!
If you ever lived in the outer boroughs, you’ll be familiar with the unlicensed dollar vans providing affordable transport in areas underserved by the subway system. I’m guessing she didn’t expect just how “outer borough” her destination would be.
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Dear Sissies, how are all of you? Just want to let you all know that I’m working with www.gobadlands.io to create a new home for our community. It will work just like Tumblr but it will be completely NSFW friendly. Please check it out and let’s rebuild the Sissy community over there. Thanks :).
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A campus news report
English added by me :)
She drew in trouble wherever she went. There was something odd about her. Maybe it was the way her eyes laid on anyone. Or it was the way she couldn’t let anybody help her. They all thought they knew her. But it wasn’t what it was. They only knew what she wanted them to believe. Nobody knew her. So when she disappeared, she left no traces behind. Some say it was a getaway. But I know. I know she was taken.
hey y’all long time no see, here’s a lil alien thing i painted lately!
TV Review: The Avengers ‘68 Set 5
TV Review: The Avengers ’68 Set 5
TV Review: The Avengers ’68 Set 5
In 1961, a new show hit the airwaves in Britain, The Avengers. The main character was Dr. David Keel (Ian Hendry) whose wife had been murdered. He’s recruited by spy John Steed (Patrick McNee) to be an expert consultant in exchange for help avenging his spouse. After the fairly gritty first season, Mr. Hendry departed for a movie career and Steed became the main…
Book Review: Flash Evans Camera News Hawk
Book Review: Flash Evans Camera News Hawk
Book Review: Flash Evans Camera News Hawk by Frank Bell
Seventeen-year-old Jimmy “Flash” Evans is an ace photographer for the Brandale Ledger, his home town’s only daily newspaper. His new steady income has been a blessing to his family since his father died during the Depression. In fact, the Ledger’s management has been so impressed with his performance that they’ve offered him a full month’s…
a lil fantasy i guess
ever since i was little, i’d imagine this one scenario to get myself off. i decided i’d try writing it out for once
i’d be in the shower one night, and suddenly some type of gas starts coming out of the vent. amongst all the vapour in the small shower booth, i’m completely oblivious that this is even happening, but soon enough the gas makes me dizzy and light-headed, then eventually i pass out. all alone, naked.
when i come to, i’m still alone and still definitely naked, but my wrists and ankles are tied up above my head and spread apart as far as they can go. i’m in some kind of enclosed space, almost like my shower booth, but it’s dark around me and i can’t tell where i am. my waist is locked in place as well, which makes it very hard to squirm or try to wiggle myself out of there. the only thing i can kind of make out is a tap on the wall that my legs are bound to. i jump when i hear someone’s voice, but no one’s there. it sounds like it’s coming from a speaker system of some kind.
the person knows my name. in fact, they know a lot more about me than just my name. almost like they’ve been watching me secretly everyday for some time now.
“welcome. you’re about to begin phase 1 of your training.”
i scream because what the fuck. training for what? who are you? where am i? i’m terrified, but i can’t help the wetness in my pussy because i’m naked and my legs are spread wide and that somehow never fails to get me dripping. dread coils low in my stomach, but there’s absolutely nothing i can do.
“this is the Booth. you will be in here for a while, so it might be nice to make yourself comfortable,” the speaker says a little condescendingly, clearly amused. happy, even. “your Booth is programmed to inject you every hour with a little special something that will make you pass out temporarily as well as get you a little more… excited. which will ultimately be your natural state from this point onwards. but more on that later. every hour, you will be rendered unconscious and your position changed. that is all for now. enjoy.”
then the speaker goes silent with a beep, and the tap turns on. water begins trickling out directly onto my clit, and the light pressure just makes it even more stimulating. i jerk and start screaming, but movement is impossible and nobody answers me. i suddenly feel utterly trapped and scared, but simultaneously more turned on than i’ve ever been in my life. the constant stream of warm water on my clit drives me crazy. a few minutes of that, and the water temperature begins changing. it becomes ice cold until my cunt is numb, then scalding hot til i’m screaming in pain. then the temperature evens out to perfection again, and the cycle keeps repeating. just when i’m feeling light-headed from the constant stimulation, the wall opens up and inserts something into my ass - about the width of two fingers. i shriek and start coming immediately. my entire body is vibrating from the rush of pleasure as my eyes roll into the back of my head, but i can’t move my body away from the stream of water. i nearly pass out before another dildo - same thickness as the last - is added into my ass. this is about the largest thing i have ever had in there before and the stretch is killing me in so many good ways. i come so many times i lose count, and before i know it a syringe comes out from the wall and injects me with something that instantly knocks me out.
when i wake up again, my body is dry and my pussy is literally dripping even though there is no stimulation. this time i’m on my stomach, legs bent behind me with my shins tied against the wall. spread apart, obviously. there are bands wrapped around my wrists and arms that are measuring heart rate and blood pressure, etc. there’s not even a warning before the tap turns on again. this position makes it so that the water hits my clit directly without the protection of the hood, and i’m so sensitive already i start drooling. a dildo MUCH thicker than the two i had before enters my ass and begins pumping, while my other hole is left untouched. then i’m gagged by another dildo the size of a well-endowed cock. but i can’t come this time. every time i get close, the bands on my arms turn off the tap and the pumping in my ass. i slowly begin to realise that all this is to make my melted brain associate having my ass and my mouth pounded/filled with pleasure. not my pussy though. by the time the hour is almost up, i can barely weave a coherent thought in my brain. i’m so gone from pleasure and frustration and NEED that i’ve basically forgotten all about how i’ve been captured and forced to be this way. either that or it no longer matters. all i’ve heard for the past two hours is the water and my own pathetic screaming/moaning. i just need to come.
just before the hour is up, the lights suddenly come on with a loud crack. i’m blinded for a second after being in darkness for so long, but when my eyes adjust, my heart manages to drop even with my mind clouded by intense arousal. the walls of my Booth are actually see through. to my left and right, as far as i can see, are Booths that look exactly like mine. each one has a different girl in it, and they’re all either looking around wide-eyed, like me, or already completely gone from the pleasure. there are so many of us. the wall behind us is also clear, and i realise there are people watching us. people who sneer and watch and inspect us like objects up for auction.
the speaker suddenly turns on once more with a beep. “the controls on the wall of each Booth will be open for use from the next hour. these include the water pressure and temperature, various dildos and vibrators, as well as the type and tightness of bondage. to my dear audience, please feel free to enjoy these controls to their fullest extent.”
the humiliation overwhelms me and i’m going to cum i can’t help it - at least ruin it - when i feel a sharp pain in my arm and i pass out once more.
I hated the bitch. She was just the kind of slutty little sororostitute moron who had plagued my college– and, hell, my high school– years. Pretty, confident, socially gifted– the only thing that pissed me off more than how hard they made my life was how hard they made my dick. My preferred way of dealing with such women was to avoid them like the plague, but Janelle had interned with me for a summer and seemed to realize how much I despised her… and it turned her on.
She somehow turned up everywhere I went, teasing and flirting and generally exaggerating her own stupidity and vapidness to obscene degrees. I knew she wasn’t attracted to me– I was chubby, had a scraggly beard, and was still plagued by zits. Clearly she was mocking me and everyone, especially my friends, knew it.
It reached a head when she and a trio of her airhead friends showed up at a party hosted by one of my friends. We were all sitting around, drinking, playing Rock Band and what have you when they just strolled in and made themselves at home like they were invited. And, obnoxiously, they were fricking charming, even Her, the bitch, Janelle herself.
Not to me, of course. To me she still put on the same simpering dumb blond act she had since I met her, but to everyone else? Apparently, she was a joy to be around.
I was so annoyed I didn’t realize when she dropped something in my drink. Or, at least, that’s what she told me later.
I woke up in a basement somewhere with her standing over me, not in her usual slutty gangsterd white girl attire, but naked, and holding a riding crop.
I was naked too, hands cuffed behind my back, a collar around my neck, and something massive gagging me. And she… was not smiling. In fact, her perfectly made up face was stern and sharp, and filled me with fear.
“So, you fat fuck. I’ve finally got you.” I tried to say something around the gag filling my mouth, and now she did smile, hard and angry. “My very own bitch to break, and a party full of people to swear that you went off home by yourself to sleep off a few too many beers.”
She set about training me, ordering me to stand, to kneel, to crouch, to move around; and whipping me if I hesitated. She slathered my body with nair– which burned– and removed all my hair, even my beard. Once she had me arranged to her liking, and replying quickly enough, she ordered me to bend over a shitty old couch and she whipped me, telling me all the while what an ugly example of humanity I was– but she would fix me. Within six months she would have me trim and fit and obedient, and fit for a goddess.
When she finally stopped and removed the gag from my mouth I was piteously grateful. Sobbing and sore. And she she pulled me in to lick her, a look of exaggerated disgust on her face, I sobbed my thanks and licked her with the desperation of a starving man.
And she told me that if I was a good slut and worked hard, one day she would rape my ass until I came, and if I got really good at THAT, she would one day let me fuck someone. And with every word I licked harder and more desperately, until she came again and again.
(PS Still not entirely comfortable using a non-sexual image for one of my stories, but… I wrote it awhile ago and had it saved with the pic on my computer. And part of me’s like “well, I already DID it, why not share?” I don’t know.
Also, sorry for the non-reblogged stories the last few days. I wrote a couple while I had no internet access from images I had saved, and I don’t know where they originally came from.)
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