"The mail-woman was walking funny again," I said to Rick as I freshened his Five Burroughs (that's a Manhattan with five parts bourbon) from a pitcher, our modest collection of letters clutched in my other hand. "Maybe that's because somebody keeps sodomizing her with a fat, massive cock, my shining jewel of beauty," Rick offered before taking a sip. I pou...
((Hey all! Here's the Penultimate chapter of The Hung Games. Now I have a confession to make; some of you understandably pointed out how odd it was in the previous chapter that I went from saying "My Promised" to "brother" instead. The truth is, this was originally written as an incest story, and then I created a separate version with a little sci-fi culture...
Without a doubt, this chapter is probably the darkest piece I have ever written, in both theme and what transpires. It may be rough to those of you used to some of my other works but just bear with it...the ride will be worth it. Please send me feedback on this chapter and all chapters of the series. Without your feedback, I have no clue as to whether or not...