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The dark, enclosed truck finally stops. Though we aren’t on a bus, the previous night’s sentence tells me we’ve arrived at the university. I know what’s coming next—I’ll soon have to strip and face the cross where they’ll tie me. The thought fills me with deep shame. This is how I’m going to...

(Circulated to members of the media team for final comments before formatting and publication.) Document A - Advice to Owners While sending or allowing slaves out in public without direct supervision is sometimes necessary, in order to avoid potential trouble, please bear this advice and...

My body's protest, that it no longer wants to step further on the steep incline, pushing itself upward while staying in one place, becomes too loud behind my closed eyelids. She`s too foolish to understand that yielding to the pull of the abyss is in vain: Even if the rope on my wrists let go...

I should have taken the pill before they ever got as close as they did. Every soldier was given cyanide pills when they went behind enemy lines. My squad came under heavy fire. We were surrounded and never stood a chance. Instead of taking the pill, I continued to fire until I had run out of...

The annual performance assessment mail arrived on Wednesday, 1st of July. First I heard the murmur, before I checked my mailbox. Then I learned that this year our office had the worst performance at the company. Following the company policy, half of my wage -so as of every men- withheld and the...

Here comes a story about a purification ceremony for lost female souls. I would like to know how would you make these girls committing sin against God confess and truly regret their mistake, excluding any suspicion of lying. After comes my own answer to this question in frame of a story

Prologue I left the office in a very confident mood. We made the project company that would apply for the tender, and what was more important: the "mr. Jonhson" was also found in the government who seemed to be discrete, reliable and willing to help. My wife waited me with the dinner at home...

I`ve never been in politics at all. But when I heard about that revolt in University, I knew I would be involved. The poor kids thought that they could protect the autonomy of their university if they occupied it at the beginning of the semester in September. The government let them doing it...

When I saw my workplace from the corner, I checked my watch. It was almost eight o`clock PM. Phil did not tolerate the delay. He had accepted that I could not arrive at six as usual, but I promised myself to eight, and I knew I could not afford arriving later than that. I entered the door below...

I`m planning to write the 2773th anniversary of existence of the eternal empire of Rome, celebrated by the reenactment of the crucifixion of the 6000 prisoners of the Spartacus rebellion along Via Appia. However the Roman Empire now a modern democratic federation, called also European Union...

Frances I am, which weighs me down, born in Paris near Pontoise town, and with a stretch of rope my arms learn for once the weight of my arse (For intro thanks to Francis)

Abstract Ashley has messed up. She listened to the wrong friends, got busted for a felony and is now facing a long time in prison. But out of nowhere, suddenly there is hope for an early release. That is, if she plays the guinea pig in a government-funded experiment: A simulated medieval...

She was preparing for his arrival. Her white cotton T-shirt fastened on her breasts as she leaned toward the mirror. It was one of the comfortable pieces, even a little bit tight. She was preparing a solid makeup. They would not going out, just stay at home. Some eye-shadow, some color on cheek...

Preludium The director was standing on the courtyard of the Tax Office, staring to the new devices set up around -I was talking to the prime minister and the president. I arranged everything You asked for. Every law and decree are signed. -Thank You, Sir -Replied the man standing besides him...

This is my first attempt at writing a work of fiction. It's set in an alternative England, a dystopian version of the country which has been my home for the past three years. Part 1 It must have been the deepest night's sleep of Mercy's entire life. But now she is beginning to stir. She is...

23 year old Susan was very excited. Fucking this rich guy from Los Angeles had finally paid off. Today he agreed to invest in the escort service business that Susan was about to open. She had spent the last 7 years spreading her legs as a sex slave escort girl for filthy rich people. Now it was...