Andrea made a mental note that a blindfold makes every sound and movement thrilling and raw. The restraints by themselves were enough to keep her excited, especially each time that she remembered that she was fully nude and openly displayed on a grocery store aisle. Whenever people walked past, subtle gusts of wind caressed her pale skin, sending warm shivers through her ample curves as she imagined their appreciative eyes on her curvy body.

I’m happy to be here. Not embarrassed, not nervous, just happy

. I got this

...





Madelaine bit her lip as she studied the hallway door in front of her. Dark glass blocked her view of the madness she expected to be hiding inside. For a moment, she peered at her own reflection in the glass: a simple white bathrobe, dark hair that touched her s

Bud grunted contentedly to himself as he stapled glossy photos to his wall. A customer had just left the butcher shop carrying bags of neatly-wrapped meat, and Bud was completing his ritual: each time he butchered some new animal species, he added more pictures to the wall. His thick fingers partially obscured the majestic white mountain goat in the photo as he stapled it at the top of the new series, just above a photo of the hanging carcass, followed by a photo of ornately arranged steaks. As

Stacy rested her paring knife harmlessly against the volunteer’s soft throat, desperately eager to find the right moment. Her fingers twitched faintly as she half-listened to a rambling monologue, hoping breathlessly for any tiny pause so that she could interrupt. A young woman was laying on Stacy’s kitchen countertop—the most deliciously, flawlessly beautiful woman she had ever seen—and the woman’s warm voice streamed on eagerly and endlessly as Stacy stood silentl

Sylvia’s gaze darted darkly from side to side, sizing up then dismissing each woman in the kitchen. Nine women stood in a queue in front of her; all nude, all young, and all deliciously representing their range of body types and nationalities. Their wrists were cuffed

securely behind them

, their hair tied up in tight buns, and their mouths gagged. While eyeing the subtle movements of the restrained women, Sylvia noted that

“So, would I be tasty?” Chad winced as he heard his own question; he had tried to sound casual, but his voice was dripping with insecurity. A sheepish smile crossed his 19-year-old face as he intently watched his friend’s dark, surprised eyes.




Sasha’s wide, dark lips opened, but no words came out at first. Chad found himself staring at the white tusks that jutted out between her thick lips. There was som

Sally’s eyes darted around anxiously as she led two strangers up the walkway to her modest home. She consciously resisted the urge to twirl her slightly-graying brunette hair around her finger; she didn’t want the young woman and young man walking beside her to notice her nervous unease. The couple seemed calm and casual, chatting warmly, even harmlessly. In fact, the only cause for suspicion was that she had expected the new couple to be worried about what they had planned to do ins

Lady Violet smiled darkly as she peered through a hidden viewing window onto the stage floor below. In front of an empty theater, a monstrous anaconda slowly stretched it jaws around a pale, curvy, thrashing woman. The snake strained to wrap its gigantic mouth around two full, firm, jiggling breasts. The smooth, nubile body appeared no older than 25 years, though Lady Violet knew that this woman was several hundred years old. Like all her other customers, this woman had received genetic treatmen