Chapters tagged humiliation

by JustForFun5676

Chapter 1

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away... The year was 2032 on Earth-B28... The city awakens with a renewed energy as early summer casts its warm glow over New York's dense smog. The sun rises on the arcology, casting long, golden rays that dance through the toxic smoke among...

by JustForFun5676

Chapter 31

Lisa's cute face burned crimson as she realized what was happening. She stumbled back into the house, her legs shaky, and slammed the door shut hard enough to rattle the frame as the gag fell on the floor out of nowhere. Her heart hammered so fast she could barely breathe. She lo...

by JustForFun5676

Chapter 32

The acrid burn of toxic air hit her lungs even through the worn mask strapped across her face. Native south american girl Maya adjusted the filter valve, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she navigated the crowded sidewalk with her long transparent hooded protective cover. Ar...

by JustForFun5676

Chapter 33

Maya nodded slowly, taking another sip of her coffee to buy herself a moment. The liquid burned going down, matching the heat creeping up her neck. She was acutely aware of every inch of exposed skin—the way the thin fabric clung to her curves, the air conditioning making her nip...

by JustForFun5676

Chapter 37

Back to Lisa tower..... Dust happens. Always has, since the sky turned sickly yellow years ago. The wind shrieks, and the window becomes a blizzard. Not snow—grains of stone, some, sharp as needles. They don't tap; they peck, creating a rhythm that drowns out the city below. A co...

by JustForFun5676

Chapter 47

The water cascaded from the shower of the master bathroom, a heavy, rhythmic drumming against the bathtub. Lisa stood beneath the spray, her blonde hair plastered against her shoulders, her ocean-blue eyes half-closed in a state of perpetual, submissive trance. She was naked, yet...

by JustForFun5676

Chapter 52

The dim copper sun struggled to pierce the thick, sulfuric smog of the New York Arcology, casting a sickly, bruised yellow light through the bulletproof atmospheric windows of the penthouse. Inside, the air was heavy, tasting faintly of recycled air from the aging filtration syst...