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It is hard to conceive in this day and age, and especially in our Western society, that individual human beings could be and are now being treated like mere chattel and worse.
Yet there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers have long labored for a pittance, and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest their meager wages. Share croppers are forced to turn over as much as half their produce to large landowners to pay off an ever-increasing debt whose termination they may never see.
And then there is teenaged May Anders, forced to enter the degrading, shadowy world of the prostitute by her reckless and lusting father, accepting the favors of men she despises, sinking into a pit of shame and debauchery only to balance debts of another’s making.
SISTERS IN BONDAGE — a novel of warped men, and the girls they use to satisfy their sinful cravings. A message for today’s society.
The boy’s finger slipped into her cunt. “Oooooohhhhhh, Jim,” May sighed.
They were both standing in front of her house, trying to say goodbye after their first date, but it was hard. They lingered, kissing at first then Jim’s hands began to roam.
“God, you’ve got beautiful tits!” he panted as his fingers molded themselves around the soft mounds. The girl’s nipples hardened, thrusting against his palms through the thin material of her blouse.
“Kiss me again, Jim,” she begged, pressing her body demandingly against his. Their lips met. Their bodies strained together, his hands still digging into her tits. The air whistled through their nostrils as they began to breathe faster and faster.
Jim slipped one hand inside May’s blouse. It was a tight fit, but he managed to worm two fingers underneath her well-filled bra, pinching the rock-hard nipple.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number BC-1004 in the original publications (a duplicate).