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Zara was innocent, her only crime was one of refusing Governor Manor's sexual advances, but in his eyes that was a capital crime, just short of treason. The execution draws had been rigged and now Zara was about to die for not wanting to fuck the fat, sweaty man with the short dick who had a reputation for beating women when he failed to perform. Amid the first snowstorm of winter, Zara had been dragged to the hanging tree just outside the town walls, stripped naked and flogged with a lead… 阅读更多内容

I've come home from work, returning to the flat we share. I'm tired, cold and wet as it started raining just as I got off the bus and the headache behind my right ear has started to throb. I put the key in the lock, open the door and walk into the flat. I shut the door and as I turn, I see you waiting in the hallway - a beautiful vision dressed in a French maid's outfit. I can see the stiffness of your nipples through the top, indicating that you're not wearing a bra and the short, lace-trimmed sk… 阅读更多内容

Zara, one of the nuns of the sisterhood of Mary Hinge, had been preparing for this night since she had taken her final vows. Although a virgin, she had inserted a syringe containing Dinoprostone past her hymen every day, depositing the gel deep within her. The result of this was that her cervix was permanently dilated, stretched open to its widest, in preparation for this one night when Zara would offer herself to the Befouled One, her Lord and Master, as a breeding vessel for his offspring.… 阅读更多内容

It's the day of your wedding. The man you're marrying doesn't deserve you, he's arrogant and I've seen the way he treats you like a servant. I'm convinced that he doesn't love you like I do, that to him, you're a trophy to be displayed in front of his friends and work colleagues, to be brought out and shown off at dinner parties and company functions. Needless to say, he's much older than you. I'm watching you from across the street, watching your final preparations, trying not to be seen but hoping… 阅读更多内容

Zara had been surprised which was not something she was used to. In her role as a ghost hunter she'd been investigating a supposedly haunted theatre, prior to it's demolition but hadn't realised that the empty, echoing derelict building that she'd visited during the day would be occupied by several dozen homeless black men when she returned that night to place her equipment. She'd walked into the building after dark, arms full of equipment, only to be grabbed by many hands and forced to her… 阅读更多内容

I love XHamster and I enjoy commenting on other people's pictures and stories. Sometimes, however, I find a picture or story that really sparks my imagination and I can see an entire back story behind one picture. I'm one of those people who likes to write - I may not be an amazing author but I have a good imagination. The problem is that XHamster has a 3,000 character limit on comments, which means that very often I have to cut and edit the story I'd like to tell to fit into the space I'm allowed. Therefore, I'm going to publish these extended versions of my comments here in my blog, along… 阅读更多内容