Authoritarian

Sarah meets a madman When they let me go, they said that I was no longer a danger to myself or others. Five victims in five different states later may have convinced them to revise their opinion. The pictures of me that they show on TV were taken years ago when they first caught me. They do show a drawing of what some artist thinks that I may look like if I were to grow a beard. It is amazing how little it looks like me. I rather like my beard. By the time that you reach my age they say...

Seth had enjoyed using his slave for work and it had been very profitable. The only problem was, that he needed to use his own personal slave on the fat and dirty man. It would have been more useful had he some sluts for work purpose. As the young man watched his employees from his office window, he pondered on that idea. There were some decent looking woman in the office and a few of the employees had good looking girlfriends and wifes. Seth quickly wrote down on some ideas to boost moral and to reward hard workers as his thoughts...

During the war back in the day, I joined the army. I was closeted and surrounded by big sexy straight strong and brave men. The first in command in our squadron was so sexy. His name was Rob. A very masculine and muscular man with strong country roots. When we weren’t fighting, he’d be almost naked and confident. He was married and had the most beautiful wife ever. I envied her. There were never really any women in the war. Only big dirty sweaty smelly men. Rob had naked pictures of his wife. Other men used to jack off to them...

Chapter 1. The Opportunity and Setup. My wife and I decided to get out of the fast lane of the high tech world. We had an opportunity to take jobs that were offered to us by a friend who knew we were a little burned out. He was on the board of a private school that dealt with children or young adults who were trying to get their lives together. It was for those who had made the tough decision to try to get a high school diploma after run-ins with the law. It was a kind of boarding school for...

Becoming Omega, Part 4 Men around her. Her, naked and collared on the floor, her lips snarling and her eyes fluttering. Drugs swimming through her veins and her cunt throbbing. Cameras around her, the world watching. They were going to destroy her. Omega felt her heart skip a beat and she knew, if it all ended now, she was where she was supposed to be. ___ She smiled. Her eyes fluttered. “Beat me,” she whispered. They stepped forward, silent. “Fucking beat me,” she screamed. Closer now. Still, they said nothing. “Kill me if you want.” They laughed. “She really will do...

Chapter 1: Reparations For most white people, their knee-jerk, conditioned response at the mere mention of the word reparations is to scream, “My family never owned any slaves. I’m not paying any reparations! You Blacks need to just get over it, slavery was in the past, let it go for Christ’s sake.” For Werner Steven Miller, Steven to most, his perceptions were completely opposite. Steven had a deep-seated, compelling desire to pay for the sins of his hypothetical father; he longed to be the nasty pet of a sadistic Ebony Goddess who would subject him to her erotic demands. Given that...