All Chapters of 100 Nights of Forbidden Fire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Happy Anniversary Dear Wife I My throat tightened, a sharp blade pressed hard against it. I didn’t dare move, a thin trickle of warmth snaking down my neck... That was my blood. Across the dimly lit room, Amelia sat with a duct tape tightly placed on her lips, her eyes were wide but strangely calm. They had bound her first, the bastards! "Change of plans," the leader grunted, his voice slicing through the tension. "The only thing worth taking here is your woman." Rage flared, hot and sudden, but a fist slammed into my stomach, making me double over as air rushed from my lungs, leaving me gasping. They untied Amelia, pulling her to her feet. "Lights," one of the giants boomed, his voice a guttural rumble. "I want a better look at our new bitch." The room flooded with harsh light, blinding me for a moment. Amelia, standing there, her little black dress rumpled. They pulled the skirt up, revealing the lace thong I’d bought for our anniversary. My eyes widened. She’d shaved. Her skin

Happy Anniversary Dear Wife III"Open your mouth, princess, I have something for you," he grunted, holding her by the hair. It wasn't long before he came, moaning, eyes rolled back in his head. Our cameraman pulled his now shrinking cock from my wife's mouth, then got off the bed."The bitch likes cum now, didn't spill a drop," one of the men commented.When the leader leaned forward to speak, the camera was only inches from her face. "We are almost finished, dear. Can you handle a little more?""Yesss. I can handle more," Amelia hissed, her voice hoarse."Good girl! I want you on your knees again, you have such a nice ass," the leader said. She actually giggled! This was no longer the sweet little girl I married. They had changed her. No, released her. When they freed her, she could barely move. She was exhausted, and it took a couple minutes for her to get back into doggy position. She was covered with sweat and cum. Fuck, this was hot, all these men and my poor little wife. I h

Fucking An Employee IThe bottle of alcohol sat half-empty on my wide desk. My head throbbed in a dull, insistent drumbeat behind my eyes. The chill of the air conditioning felt like a blessing and a curse at the same time, raising goosebumps on my arms while doing little to cut through my haze. I stared at the blinking cursor on my monitor, the quarterly report mocking me with its blankness. This was not how I pictured my Friday night. This was not how I pictured any night.“Talia? Everything alright in here? The lights are still on.” Don’s voice, a low rumble, cut through the quiet. I hadn’t heard him approach.I flinched, spilling a little of my drink. “Don? What are you still doing here?” My voice sounded thick, slurring slightly. I tried to sit up straighter, but the room decided to tilt.He stepped fully into the office, his shadow falling over my desk. He was a big man, broad shoulders filling the doorway, a solid presence. He usually kept his distance, respectful, almost defer

Master's Slut I I barely registered the sounds that came from the television, a distant drone beneath the insistent stroke of his fingers. Master lay behind me on the couch with his arms tightly wrapped around my waist, caging me as usual. My back pressed against his chest, the thin cotton of my t-shirt and panties doing little to buffer the heat of his skin. He twisted my nipple in a slow and deliberate motion, and my body responded with an involuntary tensing, a ripple that ran from my chest down to my toes. Every so often, his hand would slide lower, dipping beneath the elastic of my panties, his finger tracing a lazy, teasing path across my clit. It had been going on for what felt like an eternity, thirty minutes maybe, or a lifetime. The movie, whatever it was, had long since faded from my awareness. My world had shrunk to the rhythmic pressure... the subtle friction... the growing ache between my legs. He seemed so oblivious to what he was doing, so casual, as if his acti

Torturing Mother And Daughter I Barbara’s wrists were chaffed, and the rope biting into her skin where she was tightly secured to the bedpost. She thrashed around in a futile gesture once she opened her eyes, then paused when she saw Mellisa. Her stepmother lay on the adjacent bed, similarly bound, a similar strip of leather silencing her. Mellisa’s eyes which were usually so sharp and calculating now held a strange look, a mixture of fear and something else... something Barbara couldn’t quite decipher... A low moan escaped Mellisa’s gag which shocked Barbara. Barbara’s body trembled, not just from the cold seeping through the old cabin, but from the sudden, jarring reality of their situation. Dylan had been so quick and efficient. One moment, they were laughing over dinner, the next, the world shifted and she could only remember the sharp and sweet smell of the chloroform that had been placed over her nose, the dizziness she had felt, and now? She was waking up here... Tied like