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Chapter 1 – Susan's typical life In a small town in a typical suburb, Susan was busily getting her family ready. She was just finishing sizzling up the bacon for the morning breakfast as her two children, Joseph and Michelle, were just sitting down for their food. Her husband, Brian, ran by her grabbed some bacon and ran out the door. "Late as usual" she thought to herself.

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I can be rather lazy at times, especially when I'm doing a routine job I've done lots of times. The current job was making out the Department Manager's monthly report. I just had to cut and paste sections out of the previous monthly report and the various divisional reports and that was it. I whipped through it and posted it off to the DM with time to spare. Once I had his formal approval I'd just send out copies to everyone concerned in time for the big monthly meetings the next day.

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RAGE It was as pure as the rain. Elemental and unbound. Before he knew it he had struck the dashboard in his car and the whole thing shook and the downpour cocooned his impotent fury from the glistening street and the couple frantically crossing it under one black umbrella. It was unusual for Mark, that kind of anger. He choked the steering wheel with his fists. He had never actually hated anyone until the incident with Kate.

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My name is Dylan, and I'm a rapist...or at least I thought I was. Lying there in the dark, pretending to be asleep and listening for the tell-tale crackle of a police walkie-talkie from outside my apartment door, I wondered if Samantha was still in her bedroom. Wondered if she'd called the cops to tell them her roommate had raped her, or if she'd fled the apartment and was banging on our neighbors' doors, desperately trying to find someone who'd help her.

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Sandra was young and ambitious. She didn't mind working hard to get what she wanted, and she had managed to put together a nice bank account. She might still be eighteen and studying, but she had things planned. She had a reasonable part time job working at the local butchers on the weekends, which paid way better than a fast food joint, and she was available for baby-sitting work.

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I can't imagine an officer, at least one like me, ending up in a situation like this. It was humiliating...and strangely erotic. There I was, tied to a beautiful woman, both of us down to our unmentionables, while she rode me like a two-bit stripper and I tried my best not to embarrass myself by losing it right in my boxers.

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I won the lottery. Really big....over 300 million dollars paid out over the next 25 years. In my late twenties and now filthy rich. What to do? What to do? After I won, I did all the things that you are supposed to do: traveled, bought a nice house, not too big but certainly big enough, and pampered myself with all the gadgets and everything else to fill out my home. One of the things I pampered myself with was Sarah.

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Chapter 1 My name is Dee. That is my real name, but coincidentally, yes, I do have a set of D's, actually they are 36DDs. When I first started working at my present company, a computer company, they would call me Dee. Over time, my female friends started to call me Dee Dee, to sort of tease me. Then the guys picked up on that and they started to call me Double Dee. Oh well, I let them look and tease, but they know I'd scratch their eyes out if they did more than leer.

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This is a work of fiction and is intended to be entertainment for adults in locations where it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it. Real rape is a terrible thing. I would never really hurt anyone in that way. But fantasy rape and role play is a turn-on for many of both sexes.

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Tango moved slowly around the verge of the Park, her eyes searching constantly for the slightest bit of motion. Her ears tuned keenly to the sounds around her. Her heightened adrenaline flow sharpened the smells around her to the extant that she could almost pick out individual humans. Her mouth pursed wryly, she was a Dog after all.

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