Enjoy Your Breakfast by DarkStalker1 -- http://darkstalker1.deviantart.com He opens the metal door and stands for a while looking down into the dark depths of the stairwell. He’s lost count of the number of girls he’s carried down these stairs into his secret hideaway. Down there they can be hidden away from the regular world above and subjected to any and every depraved act he sees fit to perpetrate upon them. After a week of degradation, humiliation and sexual torture he drugs them and takes them to the docklands where there’s always a ship that’s happy to take them off his hands and use them as entertainment for the crew before selling them into slavery somewhere along the ships route. He takes the first few steps down then turns and closes the door behind him making sure to lock it. It wouldn’t do for some tramp or homeless person to stumble into his lair and think to set up a home in the network of tunnels the stairs led to. The bulb above the door is the only source of ligh...
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My Science Project by DarkStalker1 -- http://darkstalker1.deviantart.com 'What was it you said, Professor? Let me think! Oh, yes! "Your ideas about a gender reconfiguration device are so fantastical that they can't even truly qualify as science fiction!" 'Well! I think I've proved MY point! Anything to say, Professor? No? Well, I have to say... from where I'm standing, my success seems absolutely outstanding! Ha, ha, ha! Now just you give me a minute to slip out of my clothes and then I'm gonna reward you for your assistance in this little experiment... and if you're really good I might consider reconfiguring you back to normal again! Maybe!'
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TAKEN by DarkStalker1 -- http://darkstalker1.deviantart.com My arms were aching where I’d tried to pull them free of the ropes that bound them tightly together in a U shape, right wrist to left elbow and vice versa. I knew after the first few seconds that it was, at best, a futile gesture but my stubborn nature demanded that I keep trying. As I struggled to free myself I looked around. There wasn’t much to see! Nothing but the cloaking blackness that surrounded the pool of light in which I’d woken. I appeared to be in some sort of passageway. Ancient, rugged stonework walls on either side of me, the light cast by a pair of burning torches attached to the bulkier blocks of a pair of columns that, presumably, held up the heavy stone slabs that formed the ceiling. The floor beneath me was littered with broken masonry, stone chippings and dust. A little way down the passageway I could make out a small heap of rubble that seemed to include some shattered and splintered woodwork. Look...