All Chapters of Unheard Pleasures (Hot Stories): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Sarah pulled off Ethan’s cock, spit dripping down her chin. She looked completely different now,,, eyes wild, breathing fast, like something inside her had finally snapped finally. She pushed me hard onto my back on the bed. Before I could even react, she grabbed the long cable from Ethan’s headset and the leather belt he’d left on the floor. Her hands were shaking, but she moved fast, tying my wrists together above my head and securing them to the metal headboard. The cable dug into my skin just enough to make me gasp. “Sarah…” I started. “Shut up,” she said sharply. Her voice was low, rough. “You two started this nasty shit in my house so now I’m in charge.” She looked at her little brother, eyes dark. “Go upstairs and get the thicker belt from my room. The black one. Now.” Ethan scrambled upstairs naked, cock still hard and bouncing. When he came back, Sarah took the belt, folded it in half, and smacked it against her palm with a loud sound. She stared down at me, tit

Sarah sat up between us on the ruined bed, chest heaving, sweat and cum still glistening on her skin. For a long moment she didn’t say anything. She just stared at the floor like she was having some kind of internal war with herself. Then her face changed. The shame was still there, but something meaner and colder took over. She stood up slowly. “On the floor,” she said, voice low and flat. “Both of you. Kneel.” Max and I looked at each other, but we didn’t dare argue. We slid off the bed and knelt naked on the cold basement carpet. Sarah went upstairs for almost a minute and came back carrying a roll of duct tape, scissors, and Max’s gaming headphones. She didn’t waste time talking. First she grabbed Max. She taped his wrists tightly behind his back, then taped his ankles together. She wrapped the headphones around his eyes as a blindfold, pulling it so tight he flinched. Then she turned to me. Sarah forced my legs wide apart and taped my thighs open so I couldn’t close

I am Sister Elena, 22, and I have been a bride of Christ for two years now. Tonight, the convent felt like a tomb. The stone walls of my cell held the chill of early spring, pressing against me even through the thin blanket. Moonlight slipped through the narrow window, painting silver across the crucifix above my bed. Jesus watched, as He always did—His sacred heart exposed, His eyes full of sorrow and love. I had knelt before that same image for hours after Compline, begging for peace. Instead, my body burned. Sleep would not come. It hadn’t come easily for weeks. The dreams had grown bolder: warm hands that were not my own, mouths whispering against my neck, a heavy weight pressing me into this very mattress. I woke each time slick between my thighs, my habit twisted around my waist, shame thick in my soul. “Forgive me, Lord,” I whispered, rising from the bed. My bare feet touched the cold floor. I wore only the simple white nightgown we were permitted- thin cotton that reac

My name’s Riley, and I’m a junior. I’d been staring at Ms. Harper for the entire substitute week like a fucking idiot. She wasn’t like the usual tired grad students they sent. She was probably early 30's, with sharp cheekbones, dark red hair always pulled into a sleek bun, and a body that matches with her pencil skirts perfectly. The way she told would get any students attention. And not just because of her teaching styles. She was attractive, damn. I'm not gay but right now staring at her gets me wet. I’d mouthed off in class that afternoon. Nothing serious, just a sarcastic comment about the poem we were reading. Instead of sending me out, she’d given me that seducive smile of hers and told me to stay after. So here I was, sitting in the empty classroom at 4:20 p.m., heart thumping while she closed the door and twisted the lock. Ms. Harper leaned against the front of her desk, crossing her legs. “You’ve been distracted all week, Riley. Eyes on me instead of your notes. Car

I checked my phone again. 9:47 p.m. Harry was probably already online waiting for me, yelling at the TV while he set up the new game. I’d missed the 8:30 bus because I spent too long packing my controller and snacks. Now I was stuck on this later one that took the long route through the suburbs. The inside smelled like old seats and faint piss. Only about eight other people scattered around, most of them half-asleep with headphones in. I went all the way to the back and slid into a window seat on the right. Perfect. Nobody usually sits back here. Three stops later, they got on. I noticed them immediately. Three women, loud and laughing, clearly coming from somewhere with drinks. They looked like they were in their mid-thirties to early forties. One was tall with big curly hair and a tight red dress that showed off her heavy cleavage. Another was shorter, thicker, wearing a black top that barely contained her chest and a short leather skirt. The third had straight blonde hair,