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GratefulFred
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800 words? It's a struggle to pull off 750. Would it be ok if I abbreviated the word section to...as...rid...ant...ma...and I guess we can leave Duck alone even though it does have 4 letters in it?
GratefulFred
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"Anaethma" is like such an easy word. In fact it usually comes up in every third word of dialogue I have with a slug each morning just before I kick his ass off the stairway in front of the house. Are you sure you want us to write a story with such a grade school level word as "Anaethma"?
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Just for you freddie, i will give you andupdate of new words: scintillating cadre,myopia,proliferation and duck.
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Here you go Ms.Read. It's a rather eerie tale that may scare the hell out of some guys (you've been warned mjl and others). I'm not sure if I should submit it now through the normal channels as Valentine's Day is up and running. I hope we get some other stories. Come on guys.
Prisoner of War
(C) GratefulFred
I awoke a prisoner of war. Thrown into an enemy land knowing that my fate was no longer in my hands. A prisoner exchange or the wish for a Special Forces operation guided my every thought of survival. How this war had started and proliferated to the extent that it had were no longer of concern. Getting free was my only recourse.
I was strapped to a bed with hands and legs bound. The room I was in was empty and dark. A dusty blinking light bulb gave me partial illumination. I dreaded the upcoming torture.
My last thoughts were of that loud explosion ripping through my cadre. I can only speculate about the ambush and how many of my fellow soldiers had been captured. Perhaps I was not alone after all.
I had a warm thin layer of clothes on. It was reassuring to know that by not leaving me naked my unknown tormentors perhaps were not as brutal as I had supposed. However being tied to a bed had me consider a more sinister angle.
Hours went by and finally the door opened. I suffer from myopia and without glasses it was hard to discern who was entering. In walked I believe three people, two of them I could make out to be female. The girls, whom I could only see a shadows moved to either side of me as the man with the outlines of a clipboard stood near my feet. I felt like crying out but as no word came from my captors I offered none in return.
Slowly I felt the female hands touch me in a scintillating manner. They had pulled out my cock and were rubbing it between their hands. The last thing I suspected was to be involved in some sex experiment. I knew I had a wife back home and have always stood loyal to her. I would imagine it was with her I was making love.
I kept to the lovely picture of my wife in my head as I neared climax. I felt the surge and knew I was seconds away from impact.
Suddenly the girls stopped sucking, got off of me and the three left the room. My cock had grown soft.
I stared down at my exposed penis wondering how distracted I must have been not to finish. I thought that perhaps my wife’s spirit jumped in and scared them away. Whatever the case, I was still alive.
Eventually I must have fell asleep for when I awoke I had a needle sticking in my arm. I looked up and saw a bottle of fluid. I guess I wasn’t going to eat any real food.
Being tied up for so long I felt the need to pee. I would just have to muster the courage to urinate all over myself. Maybe my captors would have a fun time cleaning me. Though I had the urge, the need went away. Just as well I thought.
Once again hours went by and I was just thinking of my lovely wife. The door finally opened and what I presumed the same three came in once more. Still unable to see clearly the other senses compensate so I was sure it was the same captives.
Once again the girls touched my penis. As I closed my eyes I had a slight internal laugh, as they no doubt tasted my unwashed cock. I opened my eyes briefly to see the man with the clipboard writing notes as the girls licked me, sucked me and did everything they could to get me off.
Once again I was back in my thoughts with my wife. It was her tongue I felt.
I felt myself coming on strong. The girls were feverishly working me. The moment was at hand and then…
My cock grew soft. The two girls and the man picked up and left. They left the door opened this time and I had light to see.
Now I began to worry. I apologized to my wife but something I suspected was wrong. I looked down at my cock and tried to see why I wasn’t ejaculating. It was then that I saw something and started to panic. The slit in the top of the penis was stitched close!
I screamed out loud and pulled at my restraints binding me to the bed. Those sick bastard captors had surgically altered me in my sleep. They were playing a cruel joke. I knew that once I escaped I would be able to fix this condition. Now my mind thought of an immediate escape.
As I pulled at my restraints I heard a familiar voice calling my name. It was my wife rushing to see me.
“Honey. You were having a bad dream. I dozed off on the sofa and heard you screaming and got worried”, my wife said as I realized I was back in my bedroom.
Still in a sense of shock I rushed over to the bathroom. Pulling out my penis I saw nothing wrong. It was all just some weird fucked up dream.
I took a nice long piss and it felt damn good. I was back as my usual self in no time.
I didn’t want to startle my wife anymore. She wanted me strong emotionally and I would just prefer to put this whole episode behind me.
My wife brought me a cup of water. I smiled at her and told her how much I loved her. She watched me as I drank. Her love pulled me through this bad dream.
I went back to the kitchen to put away the cup. It was then that I noticed a clipboard on the table. Curiosity couldn’t be contained as I approached it. It was written in some foreign language. A feeling of dread crept up my spine. I ran back to the bedroom to see my wife. As soon as I entered the room I heard a loud explosion and was unable to duck in time as I was knocked out cold.
I awoke a prisoner of war.
Prisoner of War
(C) GratefulFred
I awoke a prisoner of war. Thrown into an enemy land knowing that my fate was no longer in my hands. A prisoner exchange or the wish for a Special Forces operation guided my every thought of survival. How this war had started and proliferated to the extent that it had were no longer of concern. Getting free was my only recourse.
I was strapped to a bed with hands and legs bound. The room I was in was empty and dark. A dusty blinking light bulb gave me partial illumination. I dreaded the upcoming torture.
My last thoughts were of that loud explosion ripping through my cadre. I can only speculate about the ambush and how many of my fellow soldiers had been captured. Perhaps I was not alone after all.
I had a warm thin layer of clothes on. It was reassuring to know that by not leaving me naked my unknown tormentors perhaps were not as brutal as I had supposed. However being tied to a bed had me consider a more sinister angle.
Hours went by and finally the door opened. I suffer from myopia and without glasses it was hard to discern who was entering. In walked I believe three people, two of them I could make out to be female. The girls, whom I could only see a shadows moved to either side of me as the man with the outlines of a clipboard stood near my feet. I felt like crying out but as no word came from my captors I offered none in return.
Slowly I felt the female hands touch me in a scintillating manner. They had pulled out my cock and were rubbing it between their hands. The last thing I suspected was to be involved in some sex experiment. I knew I had a wife back home and have always stood loyal to her. I would imagine it was with her I was making love.
I kept to the lovely picture of my wife in my head as I neared climax. I felt the surge and knew I was seconds away from impact.
Suddenly the girls stopped sucking, got off of me and the three left the room. My cock had grown soft.
I stared down at my exposed penis wondering how distracted I must have been not to finish. I thought that perhaps my wife’s spirit jumped in and scared them away. Whatever the case, I was still alive.
Eventually I must have fell asleep for when I awoke I had a needle sticking in my arm. I looked up and saw a bottle of fluid. I guess I wasn’t going to eat any real food.
Being tied up for so long I felt the need to pee. I would just have to muster the courage to urinate all over myself. Maybe my captors would have a fun time cleaning me. Though I had the urge, the need went away. Just as well I thought.
Once again hours went by and I was just thinking of my lovely wife. The door finally opened and what I presumed the same three came in once more. Still unable to see clearly the other senses compensate so I was sure it was the same captives.
Once again the girls touched my penis. As I closed my eyes I had a slight internal laugh, as they no doubt tasted my unwashed cock. I opened my eyes briefly to see the man with the clipboard writing notes as the girls licked me, sucked me and did everything they could to get me off.
Once again I was back in my thoughts with my wife. It was her tongue I felt.
I felt myself coming on strong. The girls were feverishly working me. The moment was at hand and then…
My cock grew soft. The two girls and the man picked up and left. They left the door opened this time and I had light to see.
Now I began to worry. I apologized to my wife but something I suspected was wrong. I looked down at my cock and tried to see why I wasn’t ejaculating. It was then that I saw something and started to panic. The slit in the top of the penis was stitched close!
I screamed out loud and pulled at my restraints binding me to the bed. Those sick bastard captors had surgically altered me in my sleep. They were playing a cruel joke. I knew that once I escaped I would be able to fix this condition. Now my mind thought of an immediate escape.
As I pulled at my restraints I heard a familiar voice calling my name. It was my wife rushing to see me.
“Honey. You were having a bad dream. I dozed off on the sofa and heard you screaming and got worried”, my wife said as I realized I was back in my bedroom.
Still in a sense of shock I rushed over to the bathroom. Pulling out my penis I saw nothing wrong. It was all just some weird fucked up dream.
I took a nice long piss and it felt damn good. I was back as my usual self in no time.
I didn’t want to startle my wife anymore. She wanted me strong emotionally and I would just prefer to put this whole episode behind me.
My wife brought me a cup of water. I smiled at her and told her how much I loved her. She watched me as I drank. Her love pulled me through this bad dream.
I went back to the kitchen to put away the cup. It was then that I noticed a clipboard on the table. Curiosity couldn’t be contained as I approached it. It was written in some foreign language. A feeling of dread crept up my spine. I ran back to the bedroom to see my wife. As soon as I entered the room I heard a loud explosion and was unable to duck in time as I was knocked out cold.
I awoke a prisoner of war.
