Whips. Electricity. Hanging by his wrists for hours. Caning. Nipples and balls brutally clamped. Chained in rigid bondage. Hogtied for extended painful periods. Exhausted by hundreds of pushups and abdominal crunches. Often deprived of sleep. Not allowed to bathe.
He has no idea how long he has been in the empty pool. Weeks for sure, maybe months. A slave knows nothing of time. There is only the present. Only today. Only now. Only this pain. Only this misery.
His hair is long now. Over his ears and reaching almost to his shoulders. Matted and tangled. Filthy and grimy from head to foot. He has not bathed since arriving in Florida, though he was rinsed down once or twice with a hose. He stinks.
Sometimes, he wonders if his memories are real. Boyhood in Santa Barbara. High school. Going to college.
His life now…..?
Nine-foot walls. Basically, imprisoned. No way out. Naked. Vulnerable. Not a person. Not even an animal. Less than that. Just an object used by three sadists for
Sweet Softling (Female Easter Bunny TF) by kookywooky123, literature
Literature
Sweet Softling (Female Easter Bunny TF)
Sophie stood on tiptoes at the bathroom sink, pyjama sleeves bunched at her elbows, brushing her teeth with a strawberry-flavoured toothpaste that fizzed just a little too much for her liking.
She hated when the foam crept toward the back of her throat — she always made a little noise like “blehkk!” and tonight was no different. She spat, rinsed, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled at the mirror. One wobbly front tooth. Messy hair. Chocolate still under one fingernail from dessert.
“Okay,” she said softly, nodding to her reflection, voice high and sure, “now I’m ready.”
She padded back into her bedroom, bare feet cool against the wooden floor. Her bunny slippers lay crooked under the edge of the bed, one ear bent, the other flopped sideways like it had been listening in on secrets.
Her bed was a rumple of pink blankets and a faded blue quilt with stars stitched into it. She had lined her plush animals along the pillow — five in total, with her favourite (a
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.Cut to Barry's room, where he's picking out what to wear.BarryYellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Yeah, let's shake it up a little.Barry uses honey from a dispenser to style his hair, rinse his mouth, and then applies it to his armpits.Mom (Janet Benson)(calling from downstairs:) Barry! Breakfast is ready!Barry:Coming! (phone rings) Oh, hang on a second. (adjusts his antennas into a headset) Hello?Adam Flayman(on the phone) Barry?Barry:Adam?Adam:Can you believe this is happening?Barry:I can't believe it. I'll pick you up. (hangs up, sharpens his stinger) Lookin' sharp. (flies downstairs)Mom:Barry, why don't you use the stairs? Your father paid good money for those.Barry:Sorry. I'm excited.Dad
Aladdin: Playful Tickling Under The Shower by Lady66647, literature
Literature
Aladdin: Playful Tickling Under The Shower
Once upon a time in the bustling city of Agrabah, the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting golden rays across the rooftops. In a hidden alcove of the Sultan’s palace, Aladdin decided to take a much-deserved break. After a long day of adventures and heroics, the charming street rat slipped into the cool embrace of the shower, the water cascading over his toned physique.
As the steam rose and the scent of jasmine filled the air, Aladdin lathered his hair with fragrant shampoo, humming a tune to himself. Little did he know, his loyal friends had hatched a playful plot. Abu, the cheeky monkey, twitched with excitement nearby, while the ever-enthusiastic Genie floated above, sporting a mischievous grin. The Magic Carpet, always eager for fun, fluttered impatiently, ready to join in the frolic.
With a conspiratorial nod, Genie waved his hand, casting a spell that effortlessly locked Aladdin’s arms and legs in place. Just as Aladdin tilted his head back, blissfully rinsing his hair, the
Happily Ever After by Kagomesweetheart101, literature
Literature
Happily Ever After
The sun just began to peak over the horizon as I sat there waiting. My knees were curled up to my chest, with my arms wrapped around them. He had gone off to see her again. Two years and it still hurt. Times like these I wonder how I managed to fall in love with him, this arrogant, stubborn, jealous, over protective, hard headed, and selfish hanyou. And yet, I still love him, I love him so much that it hurts. I love Inuyasha. I knew that he would never love me, I was just there to help collect the jewel shards. After the jewel was done, I would be out of his hair and he would be able to go off to Kikyo and join her in hell. And yet, some...
It has been over five years since Alois had disappeared from his life. The blonde beauty called it upon himself for picking those cold heart demons over someone who had truly loved him for what he was. Ciel couldn't even sleep the night before knowing what today brought, this was the day he left for good. The blue haired male did not want to move from his bed but he knew when the clock hit ten Elizabeth would bust through the door to pull him out of bed and pull the boy to where ever she pleased. He let out a long breath think about his cousin, sure she was very motherly and cared for him, but she was one of those who wanted Alois away fro...