1. Olive Oyly


    Date: 6/1/2020, Categories: Fiction / Fantasy Anal Ass to Mouth BDSM Voyeur / Exhibitionism Masturbation / Toys Lesbian Humiliation Straight Sex Non-consensual Sex Spanking Author: The_Technician, Source: sexstories.com

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    Olivia's alter ego Oyly is released in a public performance.
    
    Olivia Franklin awakes to find herself in a strange theater where she is forced to participate in an erotic performance involving humiliation, spanking, masturbation, and several other interesting sexual practices. At the end of the performance she is called upon to make what is perhaps the most important decision of her life.
    
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    WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
    
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    Olivia Franklin woke up very, very slowly, which was unusual for her. Normally she would snap awake each morning as if a switch had been thrown. But this morning she was having trouble waking up. Her head seemed filled with fog and she was only dimly aware of her surroundings. Even so, something didn’t feel right.
    
    For one thing, she wasn’t in her own bed. That she was sure of because the mattress beneath her, if you could call it that, was much too hard. And the sheets were rough, almost as if they were made out of heavy denim or canvas. Perhaps they weren’t sheets at all and she was laying on some sort of thin pad.
    
    She shifted her shoulder back and forth. She could feel the rough canvas move against her back. There was nothing between her back and the pad! Wiggling her hips told her the same about her ass. She wasn’t wearing one of her teddys or even a T-shirt and panties. She was naked!
    
    The cool draft across her body told her that there was also no sheet covering her. She was more than naked. She was naked and exposed!
    
    She never slept like that.
    
    She wasn’t in her own apartment either. The room was dark. Her bedroom had large windows which let the sun in early each morning and the glow of the city lights at night. Regardless of what time of day it actually was, her bedroom would not be dark.
    
    She was not in ...
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