When he woke up, Liam couldn’t move. He could remember nothing from before he fell unconscious, nothing other than the smell of sweat and a large figure standing over him. It took him a moment to regain all his senses, but when he did he began to panic. He was laid naked, face-down on a black PVC floor in a room so dark that he could not see the walls.

Michael forced himself to remain calm, yet the nagging fear would not go away. The simple fact was, for all he tried to convince himself otherwise, he was in a dire situation. Having spent the last week camping in the wilds of the forest, he had packed up to undertake the two-day hike back to his four-by-four, parked up on a remote dirt track. That had been five days ago.

It wasn’t like she had wanted this. Not at first, anyway. She had been so thankful when her sister and her brother-in-law had offered to let her stay with them until she could get back on her feet. The break up with Clint had devastated her, and she had no idea what she would have done if they hadn’t been there to help when he kicked her out. But when

Lacey ran her tongue along the black bull’s meaty dick, and she felt more of her former self crumble away. The boy she had been less than an hour before was disappearing, her cravings overwhelming her and solidifying her new personality more with every passing second. Luke would soon be a hollow memory, a forgotten face, and Lacey would be free of her restrictive male persona. He had volunteered for

She couldn’t remember how long she had been there. She couldn’t remember how she had got there. She couldn’t even remember where there was. Instead, the programming process had stripped her of everything. Every memory, every aspiration, every thought of home. If somebody had asked her where she had grown up, she would not have been able to tell them. She wouldn’t have even been able to tell them her

Her hand, thrown out to find something to hold onto as he had pounded her dripping pussy, now flew back to clutch his wrist. With the other, she held his neck and pulled him deeper inside her, the extra inch she did not think she could take before now sinking in with ease and threatening to tip into a madness born of sex. His lips on her neck tingled and

The young slave never got used to the punishments her Master assigned her. Partly because he always varied the methods by which he chose to reprimand her, and partly because they felt so damn good. Even when her ass was stinging from an extended flogging, or her tits were bound up so tight they were bright red, the pain was still laced with lust and a sadistic level of joy.

‘Now listen here, you cocky little fucker, it’s about time you realised I’m not some sissy little bitch you can cheat on without any consequences, you got that?’ ‘Yes,’ he whimpered, tears coursing down his cheeks. The pain had worn off by now, but it was the humiliation that had really sparked his crying. Her hand snaked around his throat sharply, the grip of her dainty fingers choking the air

Amanda loved her new job. She was so much happier now that she spent her days maintaining the moral of the office men, instead of sitting in her office ordering them all around. And if the copious quantities of cum that dripped from her silk shirt were any indication, office moral must have been at an all-time high. Only a month ago she had been the CEO of one of

Sir Vincent, honoured knight of King Arthur, crept through the darkened corridor with his sword drawn, calculating each step carefully. It was no exaggeration to say that his very life depended on his caution and to put a foot wrong could spell his doom. All alone in the heart of the High Sorcerer’s fortress, he was lucky to have survived this far. He would have felt significantly more at ease