under duress stories and histories

Author's Note: There's only one more "session" after this. Thanks so much for reading.
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Subj: Next session
Greetings, intrepid heroes! Sharing a few things in advance of next session.
First: those rituals you completed. Here's how they work:
● Meldrin and Cedwin completed the Ceremony of the Grove. In the same way that groves of trees have comingled their root systems, making each individual tree stronger and more resilient, the two of you now share an unassailable bond. At will, either of...

aka: Thoughts On Writing Erotica (As Expressed By A Dom Punishing A Sub)
I was naked. I had my arms bound above my head, exposing my armpits. There was a crowd gathered around, notes in hand. Sir stood beside me.
"Now," he said. "Who knows why this story starts in media res?"
A young woman put her hand up. "To skip over the boilerplate?"...

"It's taking him a moment, isn't it?"
Renee Archambault was not a scary woman. She was short in frame, with warm brown hair and rosy cheeks. In some ways, she looked the very opposite of her one and only son, whose tall frame and light coloring still hadn't appeared at the top of the stairs.
Martha cast another useless smile towards the woman, who was pacing back and forth in the foyer examining the little decoration in the space. Edwin was not much for interior design....

"She turned off my fucking phone, Jeff!" Oh my god, will this bitch ever shut the fuck up. The fucking second I come in the god damn door...
"Who?" I squint at June. She's waving her phone angrily at me, her pink cotton panties flashing in and out of view along the bottom of her blouse, her bra and jeans presumably long lost in one of her many discordant piles of dirty laundry littering my floor. The frantic movement translates into a slow pair of pendulums in the upper part of her blouse, as though her ...

Chapter Two.
Josh smiled at me and gave the topless blonde a light push on her pressed-together shoulder blades, causing her to stumble a few steps towards my direction. Heidi made a despondent attempt to flee when she regained her balance, but only to have me grab her from behind. I noticed the impressive tightness of the elbow-to-wrist-bondage that Josh had performed on the furious lawyer's daughter....

TOM AND ANNIE AT THE SPA

"Hey, I found this online ad for a hotel and spa that sounds interesting. They call themselves "a retreat for adults" and it looks really nice, based on the pictures on their website. Why don't we take off work next Friday and go? It's only a few hours away."
Annie looked at Tom and smiled. "O. K., that sounds good. We haven't gotten away in awhile."...

Carrie is absolutely beautiful.
She is a receptionist at the local hospital and as soon as I saw her I fell immediately in lust with her. Obviously she was way out of my league and I didn't stand a chance with her. Alternatively my secret weapon may help.
I discovered its use by accident. A box of junk bought at an auction because it had a horse brass in it like one from my childhood. Amongst the rubbish was a strange watch that no matter how I tried I couldn't get it to tell the time....

Taking care of your own business is always pain in the ass, even if it is something as small as a gym in a basement of a rundown old apartment building. Take it from me -- you won't hit a jackpot owning something like that and it will not bring you a lot of money. You just end up with huge pile of paperwork, ton of maintenance, dealing with cranky people and a whole lot of problems you did not expect to ever encounter. You just have to do these things because it's your hobby and hope that in time, you will ...

Author's note: I always appreciate any feedback, and read every comment. If anyone is interested in being an editor/proofreading my stories message me through here, or if you know someone who is too. Once again any characters participating in sexual acts are 18 yrs or older. I know I thanked Menoetes for his advice in my last story, but wanted to do so again in this one as well. It really was tremendously helpful. Sorry it took so long for me to finish this story. Life has been a little hectic as of late....

Carol and I were sitting around a fire in our backyard drinking some wine.
"Tom. She said, "Your birthday is coming up and I want to do something extra special for you this year since you gave me the last two years' great birthday surprises."
After giving it some thought I suggested "Let's go back to that strip club that we went to with Cher and Mark several years ago."...

Janice had found out the hard way that raising an 18 year old son as a single mom was a lot more difficult than she ever imagined. Social media, social pressures, and a group of nasty classmates made life very difficult for her son, Caleb. She would eventually be dragged into his life more than she wanted. She also became a single mother the hard way....

Lucia seemed a little bit older when she was asleep. Edwin thought that it might be because how while awake, her eyes were always open so wide as she took in the world around her. But still, he couldn’t escape the ghost of a child’s face in her big eyes and full cheeks. She was always so quiet and observant of him....

Banked.
Author: Ready1
Chapter One.
It was a cold November night in Sweden. My friend Frank and I were going out for a few beers and some laughs. Well in line to this club called 'Banked' we came across an old acquaintance from my father's job.
-"Josh!" I shouted to the back of the line, trying to get his attention. -"Josh, you black asshole! Meet us inside for a few beers!" I got a quiet nod of recognition....

"Do we have to go" he asked her. She was not surprised. When did it happen? When did they change she wondered. They used to go out. Tim used to love parties like this. Now it seemed like all he wanted to do was sit at home, watch TV and drink. Well not tonight she thought.
"We are going!" she said with conviction. "I don't care if you are tired from work. Have a shower and get changed. I will be ready to go. If you are not ready in an hour, I am going without you." He just grunted in response. At least h...

This work is a sequel to one of my stories, The Machine. Read that for more context, though this should stand alone.


I wake up, on my knees. I'm immobilised, my ankles cuffed, hands bound behind my back. I'm in some sort of large bedroom, except this isn't a normal bedroom. It's packed with devices and sexual objects, complex restraints and drawers packed with all sorts. I try not to think too much about them, nor about the restraints already occupied. The woman dangling from a hook, or the woman...

I was surprised to see a car I didn't recognize pulling into the drive the next afternoon. Harper got out to greet me. "Hey Uncle Bas. Howya doing?" I asked her where her brother was. "He's staying in Baton Rouge this weekend. We have an exam on Monday and both of us have to do well on it." I told her I'd expect her to do well on every examination. "Well yeah, but this one is particularly important and the pressure is on. It is Economics 101. If we have a 'A' in the class, we can skip the final. J has an A ...

Laura and Susan huddled in the dark alleyway pressed against the ancient brick walls watching as the customs officers approached the ship. The ship captain met the officers on the deck they talked then shook hands and the officers left.
After the officers left the crew started carrying crates off the ship and loading them onto a truck. They were followed by several dozen Arab men who quickly jumped into the backs of the trucks....

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.
Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age....

This is a work of fiction. This story involves a man controlling the minds and actions of young women he meets through the use of an ancient magic charm. Every one of the women enjoy the experience, but none of them remembers anything about it afterwards. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the story to the end before you comment....

"Good morning, Mr. Harding!"
"G'morning, Miss Thatcher."
Regan still couldn't quite believe her good luck. Here she was, just finished a six-month certification course--"Executive Assistance/Office Management"--and, at only nineteen years old, she'd landed the perfect job. She had been hired by thirty-seven year old Trent Harding as his PA /receptionist / office manager. Harding was a freelance human resources troubleshooter, who contracted out to small to medium-sized businesses, solving personnel an...

Its been a while, but were finally on part 6, a brief respite from our central protagonist as the Hypno maids daughter tries to exact a revenge plan on the Harem, but who will end up kneeling in the end...?
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A Devil's Wage Ch. 03


A DEVIL'S WAGE - CHAPTER THREE

This is an attempt at a continuation of Cindy'sBob's fine story "A Devil's Wage. His writing is much better than mine and I strongly urge you to read it to understand my starting point. I love the characters, and the deft way in which he takes ordinary people and puts them into intense sexual situations that they have never experienced. He has said he never writes second chapters, although I wish he would, and has given me permission to ...

Tom hugged Lauren from behind as she put on her dangly gold earrings. She smiled at him in the bathroom mirror.
"You look great anyway," he said, "but in that dress?. Wow. Incredibly hot. Can't wait to get you home after tonight's events and rip that dress off of you."
She grinned and winked at him....

When it comes to stalking, I think I find the idea of watching just as hot as actually taking you. When you're in your home, the place you feel most secure in the entire world, and you don't know you aren't alone. You don't know I've seen you at your most vulnerable. And you don't know how unsafe you really were, what could happen if I got a little too caught up in the moment....

I get home. And it's not good.
"Well. Today was... awful. I can't stop thinking about.... ugh. I just need to sleep it off. Or drink? Or, well... hmm..."
A few quick texts and several minutes later, one of my partners is knocking on my door. I let him in, and accept the energy drink offering he has for me with a grateful smile....

The band set up their instruments, and most of the crowd had returned to their seats. Time to commence the dancing event.
The contest Dread organized was a sick tribute to Eloth. A competition that rewarded perversion and shamelessness above all else. Given the required skills, Aelodi had to be the favorite to win. Despite all of Myla's prowess on stage, the half-fairy girl was at a great disadvantage....

Cherry adjusted her skirt and tucked the front of her blouse into it.
It had to look the perfect amount of haphazard, as though she'd been in a rush, but not as though she was trying too hard to look the part. Her feet were already starting to bother her; she lifted each out of its glossy black pump to tug at the material of her stockings. Highly impractical shoes. It was going to be a long evening....

Cast of Characters (so far):
* Alan Blackwood - an artist with a troubled past; Miranda Blackwood's son, Jessica's ex-boyfriend.
* Bill Macintosh - director of the Bramblewood public library
* Brianna - a friendly financial estate administrator; Lucy's best friend, Daniel's girlfriend (until recently)...

Fran's POV - The next morning
The first slivers of dawn were painting the edges of my cheap bedroom blinds when I drifted awake. For a moment, everything felt blessedly normal. The familiar weight of my duvet, the faint city sounds filtering in, the lingering scent of Matt's skin on the pillow beside me where he still slept soundly, his breathing deep and even. My own body felt... standard. Petite, lean, the usual collection of limbs and mild aches from sleeping slightly twisted. Nothing outwardly remark...

Dr. Jane Johnson was in her mid-thirties, but she looked like she could be a student at the college where she worked. Being as attractive as she was with her golden hair, hazel eyes, and hourglass figure, some of the students had stopped her in the hallway to ask her out before they realized she was a teacher, not a student. Class had ended, and the room emptied, but she was still there, erasing her whiteboard before she went home for the day. With her back to the door, she didn't know anyone had entered th...