Chapter VII: Turning Tables and Burning Bulls Anna ached from head to toe. She was forced into the full splits in mid-air, for goodness' sake. Her body may have been augmented with years of magical training, but she was still human, and it was not humanly possible to endure such a position for the time she had without feeling as thrashed as a stubborn mule...
Madam Warwick's the brainchild of Annabeth Warwick, (a former prison warden) and Frank Edwards (a retired IT engineer and veteran). The converted estate in upstate New York first opened its doors in 2005 to a carefully selected group of two hundred 18-20 year old female students. The student body had grown to over 800 in the ensuing years. The school is a s...
I ran. Faster. Faster. As a 23 year old, playing hide and go seek tag with my 10 year old sister wasn't the ideal way to be spending a Friday night, or any night, for that matter. Plus, I have to admit, playing tag in the dark is pretty damn difficult. Can't see for shit. I'm not sure why I agreed to it in the first place. I ran until I was sure I was o...
Thanks for the feedback! I have worked on the grammar and tried to slow it down a bit. Hope this one is better. Thanks again!(: -Sasha ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ I took a step back. I really didn't know what to do, I wasn't sure rather to run or what. But, I trusted his control too much. Collin just stepped forward mimicking my stride perfectl...
I I wanted this one. Different from the others, he was somehow able to see what I had habitually hidden. He was slender, tall, and had jet black hair. His deliberate movements laid bare a deeply rooted intelligence which revealed he knew who he was and what he wanted. At a point in my life where I found myself attracted to men who knew what they wanted, I w...
Chapter V: Pets Come In Many Forms The famed sorceress Annabeth was a mess. Her long sanguine hair stuck to her sweat-soaked shoulders and breasts like creepers to a castle. Her grey eyes were raw and bloodshot, staring defiantly ahead. Her chiselled face was cleaved into bulging quadrants of flesh from the strict leather harness that kept her gagged. Her...
© Andyhm. 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or o...
Hotel La Rever , the hotel of where your dreams can come true. I had read the article online over and over again. The article said it was looking for workers like me that were welling to live at the hotel full time. It told me of a place that was made just for people like me who were looking for something different. Some place where I could belong and go to...
"Annabeth! Don't talk with your mouth full!" How many times does a girl hear that one growing up? Mothers. Little do they know... Good thing she didn't say anything about thinking with my mouth full. Anyway, my poor mom. She saw just enough to drive me and herself crazy. I had to admit though, at this very moment and confined as I was to the cramped space...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...