1. The Circle: Abduction.


    Date: 2/12/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Death, Drug, Murder, Rape, Slavery, Snuff, Written by women, Author: LaceyChains, Rating: 82.1, Source: sexstories.com

    This is a dark fantasy of rape and abduction into slavery. It includes a reference to incest. This story includes sexual murder heavy bondage and torture. Please do not read it if such themes disturb you. They disturb me, but I hope by relating them I can free myself from the demon. This is entirely fiction from a woman's deepest nightmare. ******** February 12th, 1993. It was a Saturday and I had just turned eighteen. It was a day that began with me believing I was blessed to live in a world that welcomed me with open arms. By its end, I found that the world I lived in is nothing more than a carefully crafted illusion. Oh, it’s real enough I suppose, for those of you allowed to remain in front of the veil. Your world goes on, sorting out its petty squabbles in politics and the random chaos that afflicts those unlucky enough to be captured by it. The people are told that those who rule will care and protect them. The dark truth is that this is nothing but a convenient lie. How do I know? Because on that day, I was taken behind the curtain and the true nature of the world was revealed to me. That was the day I met Marco. He was a few years older than I, maybe twenty-five, or so I thought at the time. He was incredibly handsome, with deep, dark eyes that just pierced into mine. He was a darker skinned man, with equally dark hair cut close to his scalp. His strong features didn’t seem to fit the stereo types of any race I knew. All I could think of was how utterly attractive he ...
    was in his perfectly tailored, designer suit. It certainly made the most of his 6’2” frame. Oh yes, he was a beautiful man. Within minutes of our first meeting on the sidewalks of Rodeo Drive, I was completely enchanted by him. "Why, what is this I see?" He said musically with the most enchanting of smiles. "Here, in a city full of pretty girls, have I found she that is most beautiful of all? How can this be, that I am so lucky today!" He spoke with an accent that was as wonderfully lyrical as it was unique and his booming baritone easily rose above the rancorous chaos of the city street. His joy-filled gaze pierced into me and held me fast. I was disarmed by this and ensnared by a smile that seemed brighter than the sun glinting off polished glass. "What name do you posses, my delicate dove? Something noble I would think, like Isis or Bathsheba of the ancient worlds of legend? Whatever it may be, it cannot hope to match the clear and pristine beauty of your eyes!" He bowed with a dancers flare and a boyish laugh boomed unashamedly from his chest. I laughed too, and my cheeks warmed from the overwhelming joy of being so richly greeted by this wonderful man. "Jessica, Jessica Perez," I finally managed. The man smiled again and then bowed with even greater panache'. "Jessica, is it?! Truly, that is a beautiful name! And I am Marco! No other name do I possess! No other name do I need! I am but Marco, alone!" We laughed and smiled as people walked by. The world was shut off and ...
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