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"That's one," he said, belching after draining a bottle in one continuous swallow, "better keep up or we might have to talk penalties..." Emily looked at him in shock, flinching at the thought of penalties, but took the hint and started on her own water. The cool water felt soooo...

Too many updates to read (what a problem to have!) - that's my excuse for not doing more than a couple of hours' studying today, and I'm sticking to it!

I understood what was meant by "anything" lol. Meh, I assumed the family still cared, I only posted as the suggestion was for her to do whatever 'someone' (e.g. anyone) told her to do - and as the family wouldn't always be around to protect her, things could get (more) out of hand... but ...

I have a sick mind, but of course she agrees to whatever they want to keep the mask on. And they keep upping the ante with more and more humiliating things done and photographed/videoed. Not just normal sex, but let your mind wander. And, of course, in the end they take her mask off anyway. Prefera...

I hate happy endings. When I write a story (and what I like in reading a story), I always think "how could I this get even worse for her." If this makes you sad, avoid my stories. Hey, we're all a little more weird than the average person or we wouldn't be on this site. And we all look at...

Worse? Emily’s thought, how could things possibly get any worse? I’ve been drugged, infantilised, and utterly humiliated, again! I’m a squatting here naked in the middle of a crowded plane, stuck in a giant trash bag and covered in a disgusting mess, a complete laughingstock. Her thoughts darkened r...

[Note]Nothing medical yet :P[/Note] Emily Jane stretched out languidly, momentarily content. She didn’t know how long she’d slept, but she loved waking up slowly like this, warm and comfortable – not that it'd happened recently. Once, she would’ve quite happily spent her summer mornings hidden away ...

She felt like she’d been kicked in the gut, a pressure cooker waiting to explode as those two little words repeated endlessly through her thoughts as she despondently watched him stroll away from the galley area without a care in the world. Pressure building, blackness pressed at the edges of her vi...

Can't say that ENM's really my thing, but this has been a well written and enjoyable (if somewhat vicariously embarrassing - all to easy to imagine oneself in a similar position!) story

Emily Jane walked through the airport with a bounce in her step. She’d been the last passenger off the plane, airline policy for unaccompanied minors apparently – as was the bubbly escort she’d been palmed off on, so managed to avoid any awkward encounters. The flight had been an ordeal, in more way...