Author's note: Please start with chapter 1. This tale of Lovecraftian cosmic horror has been dancing in my mind for quite a while, and I hope you enjoy it. Note that some parts of the story will contain dark elements and non-consent. I'm eager for feedback, so please leave a comment. ***** After living through Punchau's horrific memory twice Abigail return...
Disclaimer: I want to thank my editor Sexyvibe for his help and suggestions. I appreciate the time and effort to make my story more readable. All characters in this story are of legal age. ***** Chapter 04: Seducing Abigail Throughout the remainder of the week, Abigail felt so ashamed and guilty at what she had done, unable to concentrate on anything....
I wasn't so surprised, this time around, to see Abigail on my client list for another massage session. Part of me was wondering if she would stay away, but she had clearly enjoyed her massage and fucking session last time. She hadn't reported me for lewd behavior. So I knew there was a chance that she would return. But I was definitely pleased. I had, ever...
My Darling Thomas, I must confess. You must know the truth about me before it is too late. I want so much for you to love me - not just to enjoy my body but to have an abiding affection for all of me. So I must confess to you that which I have told no one. Abigail was a malicious, spiteful, manipulating monster, concerned only with her own pleasures. B...
"Are you shitting me?" Kennedy nearly shouted. "What is this, the 1950's? She has a ticket and an ID." We were leaving for spring break, and I just knew I should have dressed more androgynously, maybe some baggy jeans and a sweatshirt. My breasts would have been impossible to hide, and it was definitely too warm out for that kind of clothing, but it would'v...
“Abigail.” Said Mother Superior. “You are a novitiate who has spent almost a month within our community. You were sent here so that we might assess your potential to become a member of our ancient and secret order. Yet you were seen last Friday frequenting a Public House and have confessed as much.” She paused. “I find your stated desire to remain within o...
"You will find," The Assistant near the door spoke suddenly, "that what we are depends greatly upon our purpose, and that our purpose depends greatly upon what we are." With that, he opened the door and Abigail flew into the room. The other girl dashed across the circular chamber and collapsed into Thalia's arms. Her chest was heaving as she sucked in air....
The following is a story first published on another web site under a slightly different nom de plume. I decided to post it here as well since there have been several mentions of it in posting for other of my stories. I'm trying to make sure that all of my works are posted here. Please note that aside from this foreword I have made no changes in any way. I ho...
Abstract: The brainwashing only works on four out of five women. The others have to stay at the Bimbo Asylum. * "Come-on. Undo my straight jacket," said Abigail, surprised that Brooklyn, Bronxie and even Madison would be so afraid to undo the knots tied in back. After all the laundry area had no guards and no cameras. "Hello, I can't use the tablet unless...
She was ready. No, scratch that; Jessie was hornier than...well, she couldn't remember the last time she was this wanton. For years, she rode the wave of erotic pleasures with whomever she fancied, whenever she fancied. But for these last three weeks, her only outlet was self- pleasure. Why the sudden change? Her name was Angela Mendez, a city court judge t...