Pretty much everyone knows about Stockholm Syndrome - the name given to the condition that occurs when a hostage befriends or starts to feel compassion for his or her captor. I wonder if there is a similar syndrome for rape victims? I watched my wife being raped but she never told me about it and never reported it to the authorities. And even though I know s...
Some men deserve to die, but these three deserved to spend the rest of their miserable lives wishing they were dead. Sean "Recon" Wallace heard the woman screaming as soon as the doors to the van had opened. Noticing headlights in the pre-dawn darkness he had watched the van driving to the remote cabin of his neighbor Glenn Parker as he was cutting through...
Nola Nola leaves the village behind her as she moves farther into the forest. There are a few miles between her and the cabin she is staying in. Keeping her pace leisurely until she is beyond human eyes, she then starts an easy run that carries her swiftly through the trees. The urge to shift is strong but she decides against changing. Putting off the ch...
This story was a collaborative effort between myself and Iris of Irisnme. It would not have been possible without her ideas and the visual stimulation provided. Please look for additional chapters in the weeks to come. --------------- A light warm breeze blew up off the water. I love April. The trees were all leafing out and the grass was greening up. I ha...
November 20, 1754 My womb is swollen, and I know I am full of the entity's seed in spite of it's children sucking me dry of it after each brutal bout of intercourse. The days grow shorter, the nights longer - and I am still captive in my cabin though not because of my phantom lover. I am chained here by it's children, who coax me from sleep with gentle suck...
September 18, 1754 I have long neglected my journal, but the fault lies not only with me. I had woken at the long table in the cabin after recording my last entry by my hips being gripped and lifted from the bench. I tried to turn and see my assaulter as a large hand on my back pressed me down over the table, but found no one other then myself visible in t...
Note: This is a series of fantastical, erotic "fairy tales", with the framing device being a group of late-night taverngoers with little else to do. The previous installments are, in order, "The Riddling Sprite", "The Queen's Lesson", and "The Fiddler's Pride". The last time the taverngoers met up, impetuous server Horasen bet that Misty's story of an arrog...
Passion In James County XI: Abby Chapter thirteen Abby drove down the road that led to the cabin, pushed the button on the remote control that opened the security gate, then drove through. She checked the rear-view mirror to see if anyone was following her. Nobody was. "I guess I was just being silly," she thought as she drove up the narrow road toward th...
The smell of fresh coffee filled the air when I opened my eyes. I could see Jerry on the deck reading. I slid the door open just enough to stick my head out for a quick look around, nobody in sight. "Pour yourself some coffee and come on out." Jerry said. I looked around for a towel or blanket to wear and remembered I was staying naked this week. My pussy st...
It is a national custom in Finland to travel by boat either to Stockholm or Tallinn. Actually the destination does not matter too much as long as you have an opportunity to have fun and relax. There are big ferries full of entertainment on the routes and the cruises are relatively cheap. It was a must to me to check out this phenomenon during my stay in Finl...