So long as the laws remain such as they are today, employ some discretion: loud opinion forces us to do so; but in privacy and silence let us compensate ourselves for that cruel chastity we are obliged to display in public..
- The Marquis DeSade
Contents
| Title | Description | Excerpt |
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| I Think | One man, two teenage girls and pure indulgence. | I think about her kissing her older sister with a kind of slow intensity that makes me swell inside Izzy’s exquisite body, their tongues slow-dancing with each other. |
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Momentum Part 1 |
A young girl gets a sudden and traumatic introduction to her slave-mother's true nature. | She watched in rapt fascination as her mommy gasped and panted and descended once more into grunts and shudders at the ferocious pressure building inside her mind and body. |
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Momentum Part 2 |
The mother begins to confront both what she has done and what she wants to do. | Melanie’s head groped for the right word and realised it was ‘ripe’. Becky was ripe, like a fruit on the branch, ready to be plucked before it fell to the ground where, Melanie knew, it would quickly spoil and go to waste. |
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Momentum Part 3 |
As need begins to grow, mother & daughter go shopping in preparation of what's to come. | In the changing rooms of one of the smaller, cheaper shops, Melanie had Becky strip naked, something the girl didn’t want to do, and then she sat across from her daughter and just looked and thrilled to what she saw. |
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Momentum Part 4 |
The slave mother prepares the child to be collared. | Becky’s lips were carefully coated in a thick, shiny bright red lip gloss, turning their natural shape and curves into something closer to a full-blown glamour-girl pout, bee-stung almost. |
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Momentum Part 5 |
And after all the preparations and ceremony, Melanie finally feasts on her child. | Becky nodded and eyed her mother’s cunt with nervous, intimidated eyes. Melanie reached out, gently cupped her hand at the back of Becky’s head, and brought her forward. |
| Something For The Weekend Part 1 | Visiting a country retreat that caters for a very specific clientele. | In all, 15 girls aged from 6, a girl named Steph who wears a long flannel nightie and clutches a pale blue Care Bear like someone drowning clutches a life ring, through to Danielle at 14. |
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Something for the Weekend Part 2 |
Viewing finished, the auction begins and with it comes the pain and pleasure of bidding. | No, I avoid junkies because, as a rule, they’re just not much fun. The ones flying high don’t give much of a shit what you do and the ones needing a dose do whatever you want without hesitation to get it. |
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Something for the Weekend Part 3 |
After delivery comes preparation because, of course, clothes maketh the child. | Barefoot and freshly scrubbed in a hotel gown, she has an air of grace and poise about her, even when she’s standing still, and she brings to mind a ballet dancer. I can’t express it any better. |
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Something for the Weekend Part 4 |
It's about time we got to the long anticipated 'getting to know you' stage. The fun begins. | And it’s in that position that I reach both hands around her head, wrap my fingers into her hair and with as much force and brutality as I can manage, begin to skull fuck the 13 year old piece of meat kneeling before me. n |
| Scars | A short, spiteful little tale of a man who fucks a mother in front of her 7 year old daughter. | I twisted harder,
telling her
that if fucking her daughter was a question of money I’d pay
well for it and her daughter by now had her hands up to her face,
blotting out what was happening in front of her eyes. |
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Wishful Thinking Part 1 |
Meeting a mother with a like mind and two fatherless daughters that need raising. | Around her neck is a choker, frilly and white with small red flowers dotted around it. Her face is all mascara and lipstick and she looks confused and a little scared. I can smell it on her and I savour that rich aroma. |
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Wishful Thinking Part 2 |
The girls are given their first taste of what life will be like with their new daddy. | She has that smug, arrogant attitude so common in the preteen classes these days and I know, right then and there, that I’m going to do her a great deal of harm in fucking that attitude out of her. |
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Wishful Thinking Part 3 of 3 |
A memorable first night reaches it's inevitable conclusion. | I withdraw a little and then drive forward hard. Roxy gives a little more and I see the first couple of inches of me suddenly slide into her. I push harder still, teeth gritted, sweat popping out all over me and finally, Roxy gives. |
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Watch With Father Part 1 |
The cruellest thing you could do to an abducted child is destroy their hope of ever going back home. | ‘You’re
never going to see her again, Emma,’ I say and the little
girl gives a great screaming cry of anguish, hope ripped from her as I
let go of her head to grip her perfect little ass and hammer into her. |
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Watch With Father Part 2 |
Change can be traumatic and damaging, at least that's the plan. | A part of me wonders if its reflex, a little whore embracing her true purpose, or if its hate, meant to hurt. Doesn’t matter. It’s fucking exquisite. Mind-blowingly, staggeringly so. |