After seeing so many threads of wonderful written stories. I was just thinking of creating a thread for creative linkup stories. To say Maybe I could start off with a scenarios then fellow writers can continue the story seamlessly.
This would be interesting to see how the storyline can evolve with each’s distinct writing style. Try not to abruptly end the story? It may be the most well read story seeing how it may go.
How about it bros?
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Enough is enough.
The 3 years of hell.
http://sbfsg.world/showthread.php?t=314480
Steamy Windows.
Aromatically erotic.
http://sbfsg.world/showthread.php?t=313807
Days with Jean.
Sequel to What are words. The story of Jean.
http://sbfsg.world/showthread.php?t=313013
What are words.
Love hurts. Sacrifices only for the sake of love.
http://sbfsg.world/showthread.php?t=310476
The Floral Top.
An unexpected sexual awakening.
Here goes:
Christine laid motionless on the hotel bed, not knowing what just happened. She reeked heavily of alcohol and her dress tattered. In between her legs, she was bleeding. Her eyes bruised up and her nose was bleeding. Her arms were covered with pinches of blue-blacks. Mascaras smudged. Her hair was cut too with streaks all over the floor. As she tried to stand up, she discovered that all her belongings were gone. And there was nothing left except for the torn panty and pink bra lying on the floor.
Lai Lai. Lets try:
The assignment she had picked up this evening had gone completely wrong. Catching her by surprise, in the hotel room was 5 guys instead of 1 she had been informed of. When she was calling her agency at the balcony, she felt someone cover her mouth and grab her forcefully into the room.
In the midst of panic, all she saw was 4 hard dicks staring back at her and an assortment of sex toys on the bed.
At the corner of her eyes, she saw a video camera shooting directly on the bed…
Christine started to scream but no sound came out…. she was dragged to the bed and the men start to push her down on the king size poster bed….
right at the side of the king size bed was a plush leather sofa, there was this man in suit sitting on the sofa, looking right through her eyes…. the 4 men were waiting for his instruction on what to do next…
“tie her up with this.”
the man in suit throw the ropes to the 4 men and quickly, they start tying Christine to the poster bed eagle-spreaded…..
the man in suit throw the ropes to the 4 men and quickly, they start tying Christine to the poster bed eagle-spreaded…..
Poor Christine. She knew it was done for for her. She started weeping.
Christine: Please stop. I beg you. Please…
Before she could react, she was treated to the mouth of an XO bottle where they forced her to gulp down the liquor. She gagged as they did not give her any pause as they continued drowning her in liquor. Just how much liquid was she forced to drink? She felt dizzy, her body was burning due to the liquor and the next thing she knew, the world became pitch dark as she lost her consciousness.
*God help me. Anyone. Please.*
Traumatized beyond her expectations for it was… her birthday.
sensing her panic, the man in suit said: “you can do this the hard way or the easy way. just follow MY instruction and you will be fine, if not…” as though on cue, one of the 4 men suddenly slap Christine hard on her face.
“so slut, you want this the easy way or hard way?”
Christine was lost beyond words and her mind is on over drive. she knew she doesn’t want this but she knows that if she don’t obey to the man, she will get hurt. *slap* Christine felt a sharp tingling pain on her face. *Slap* the slapping keep on going as Christine is too prideful to obey them.
Sensing her stubborn-ness, the man in suit was getting impatient.
“slut, listen! you better follow what I say and be a good slave! you are testing my patient slut!* with that, the man in suit took the whip from the table beside the leather sofa he is sitting and uses the whip on her breast.
*ouch. it hurts… but no way am I going to be their slave! no!* thought Christine.
The man in suit continue whipping Christine and with each turn, he starts to increased the strength of each whip.
the pain is getting too much for Christine to take. her tears has smudged her beautifully make-up face. “yes… yes… i will be your slut, your slave… please stop… it’s too painful….”
“you slut, is that the way you talk to your master?! for this, you shall be punish!” *whip*
“please master, stop… i will be your slut, your slave… please stop hurting me master… "
“that’s better slut.”
with that, the man continues with his torture. firstly he grabbed Christine by her cheeks and started slapping her with his dick.
Man: now slut, lick it and blow me hard. I wanna cum on your beautiful slutty face.
Christine: … (knowing that there’s nothin she could do. she’s got no choice but to comply) yes master. stuff it in my mouth please!! it looks so big and tasty !
Christine felt the dick going down the throat ad gagged..
The man in the suit just laughed softly but mockingly..
The other men were having a go at her as well.
One of the men was sucking and licking her left breasts
The other man was sucking her other breasts
The fourth man was licking her pussy..
Christine closed her eyes and tried to shut out the wave of emotions that flowed through her mind.
Yes. She was a deviant of sorts, having been introduced into this dark world first through curiosity, and later, the realisation of the monetary rewards it offered.
The money was good, she no longer had to work in her deadend job, stuck in a cubicle for the mandatory 44 hours a week, staring at a computer screen.
The first few times were ok. In a certain sense. All she had to do was entertain her client. A nice meal, a couple of drinks, and maybe intercourse if he so desired, and offered to up her fees. $500 an hour just to accompany someone was literally a godsend. Not to mention the additional payments that sex entailed.
She had even serviced women before, no matter how awkward it was, and she never once wondered if she was actually batting for the other side as well. It was all about the Benjamins here.
Then her agent suggested catering to the darker fantasies of their clientele. She readily agreed for the money. She figured she could retire by 30, own her own bachelorette pad, and live a normal mundane life.
How wrong she was.
And this was only the first such occasion.
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Originally Posted by
Coffeecans
After seeing so many threads of wonderful written stories. I was just thinking of creating a thread for creative linkup stories. To say Maybe I could start off with a scenarios then fellow writers can continue the story seamlessly.
This would be interesting to see how the storyline can evolve with each’s distinct writing style. Try not to abruptly end the story? It may be the most well read story seeing how it may go.
How about it bros?
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