Disclaimer and Notes: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on "forced") feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression. I hope you do enjoy this chapter if...
Four-Leaf Clover -- Two mysterious figures walked towards the outpost from the northern wasteland, the lookout sounding his trumpet and awaking the outpost. A beautiful woman with auburn hair, wearing a bright red corset and a slitted skirt flowing down her tanned legs walked up front. Behind her was an imposing man, brown tangled hair flowing to his s...
(C) Copyright 2010 - MindSplinter - Published under Creative Commons License (Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike) 3.0 Unported Kelly and I embark upon a backpack tour of Europe, but she probably wishes that she hadn't told me about her passing interest in exhibition and the thrill of the possibility of being caught. Kelly had been staring at the droo...
My new housemate is a bohemian by her own admission. She sunbathes in our backyard naked. That kind of bohemian. Since I moved in, Bri's taken me to two hot springs and a nude beach, so we've grown accustomed to being naked around each other. Her level of comfort with her body is contagious, it seems. Some curvy girls spend their days pining for a different...
This story is set the universe of "Dante's Infanzia" (http://www.ararchive.com/index.php?option=com_ewriting&Itemid=7&func=storyinfo&story=1050) by noted ABDL content creator personalias (http://www.ararchive.com/index.php?option=com_ewriting&Itemid=7&func=authorstories&userid=5335). I advice you to read this beforehand. Tha...
After a short trip John is walking inside the Magical Knights Colosseum towards the sound of people fighting. John has missed taking most of the Magical Knights Exam to help out a friend, as John entered the arena floor of the Colosseum he sees a man knocked out on the ground. in the stands above John a male voice starts speaking "If there is anyone who...
They tossed her around among them. "Who wants the little slave girl," they shouted. As they toyed with her, ripping her robes and pulling her hair. One of the cruel Roman soldiers struck her on the cheek with a closed hand, bringing blood from her dark Mediterranean skin. The five soldiers groped her, and she began to cry to them for mercy. Her cries echoed...
It was warm on the terrace of the small village home. The sun was setting but the sky was a firey color. Master stood next to me, the tips of Sir's fingers were touching the small of my back. Master's hand moved up my back and ran through my hair and his hand gripped my hair tightly and I, his Kutiya (hindi for bitch) let out a soft moan from the unexpected...
Jess-Belle opened the door, something she'd never dared do on a night like this. It was easier than she expected, but a knot of fear still drew tight in her stomach. The little clock on the mantle chimed midnight. Moonlight filtered through the stirring pines. It a nice night, but no one in their right mind would be out. No one but Jess-Belle, and even she...
As I look back, I remember it all started on a Monday. We got up late because I finally begged enough to get my girlfriend, Mandy, to give me some oral sex. While eating breakfast in such a rush I knocked over the salt reaching for the coffee. Mandy told me to take a pinch of salt and throw it over my left shoulder or I'll have bad luck. I laughed at her sil...