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Literature
Slave Market
Jennifer Portman was an attractive woman. She had long shiny red hair, green eyes,
and a great figure. She was a good person. She was always there for her friends and family.
Helped anyone she could. Her life was going great, until one afternoon. She heard a cry
coming from an allyway. "No, please, don't hurt me!" Jennifer had a sense of justice.
Whoever was torminting that poor girl was going to pay for it. She was going to give them a
piece of her 1st degree black belt in Shotokahn. When she arrived in the alleyway she saw a
muscular guy grabbing at a small woman. "Please, I'll do anything you ask just don't hurt
me!" She
Literature
Bondage Ad-pocalypse
You awoke with a start.. First of all, you couldn’t see a thing.. You tried to stretch and yawn, but you felt a gag blocking your mouth, and a straightjacket tightly restricting your arms. You tried to stretch your legs apart to see if they weren’t tied, but you felt a series of straps tightly wound around them, rendering them useless. Realizing you might be in this for the long haul, You struggled in your bonds for a bit, straining to find any weakness that you could exploit. After what felt like at least half an hour, you heard someone enter the room. “Good morning participant #3432, My name is lucielle, and I will be your caretaker for the duration of today’s personalized advertisement selection. In a questioning tone, you muffled out a question. “Mmmph mmmgmh?(how did I get here?)”. She quickly responded, saying “Why it's simple! You signed up for personalized ads on your music streaming service, and our terms and conditions clearly state in clause B of line #17,782 on page
Literature
A Nomad Christmas
Nomad hovered through the corridors. The only sound was the hopping of some bound maids and their attending training bots. A disturbance had infiltrated FMP and the mechanized ruler of the planet could not compute what was amiss.
Normally Nomad would consult his Muse...his Oracle on such matters but Nicole was not being agreeable. Entering his private quarters, Nicole stood rigid as a statue. Her blue eyes glistened and looked forward at nothing. She had stood like that for three days as punishment for shutting down her higher functions from Nomad. It could not figure out how she was blocking the chip's influence, but her body was still unde
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Good story. Well written. Poor Celine never saw it coming. I’d like to hear about some of the others in Arka’s collection.