Susannah shivered as the wind howled outside the castle. It had gotten so violent of late, she could swear that she felt the stone of the castle itself tremor. The cold, stone walls channeled the wind, making each gust feel like a spirit passing through you. In some way, the weather reflected the changing mood of the land. In the eight years since Jeanette h...
The carriage rocked from side to side while William de Mort gazed out of the open window. His eyes fixed on a castle that dominated the lush green valley. The castle's tall rectangular keep sat secure behind a stone ring of imposing fortifications. Still, the young Baron felt unimpressed and slammed the shutter closed. "To think I inherited this... No wonder...
"The new era began; the king was tried, doomed, and beheaded; the Republic of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death, declared victory against the world; the black flag waved night and day from the great towers of Notre Dame. Above all, one hideous figure grew as familiar as if it had been before the general gaze from the foundations of the world—the figure...
Martin left the dining room on with his husband and was taken back to see Leanne. Once again Martin found it most difficult to keep up wearing such high heels, occasionally having to run a couple of steps to keep pace. He couldn't get out of his head what his mother-in-law had said. Was she serious? She seemed very angry with him, blaming him for this entire...
HVAD CHAPTER 13 The Grey River separates Adarion from northern Izumyr. It was wider, and flowed more swiftly than I'd expected. The current was swollen by spring melt off the mountains to the north. Now I understood why there was no bridge. The only way across was by ferry, or by small boat. There was no one at the ferry dock, unless you counted the drunk...
"The Marriage of Martin Hastings" is a tale of forced feminization and forced marriage. It touches the rails of many fetishes, dominance, and sexual activities. The story develops many twist and turns, and develops new characters as it progresses. I hope those who follow this story from this point on, will enjoy the helplessness and the strong determination...
She knelt on the cement in the position he ordained for times of penitence. Her hands were clasped behind her back, her head down so her chin touched her chest. She shivered, partly from the cold dampness of the basement dungeon against her bare skin, and partly from fear of what would happen when her Master arrived. Her kneecaps ached miserably but it was n...
Hello to all. This is Part 3 of my story and yes there will be a part 4, grrrr. It has no real relationship to the other items I have written. It's a continued commentary and idea formed around a common argument between a friend and I. While he is a Tech Guy, he has an absolute abhorrence to the idea of an AI companion. While I, being more in the Luddite and...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2020 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. This story is set at the time of the Hundred Years War. Conversation...
After the two men had left her alone, the baroness tried to collect herself. Her poor behind hurt so bad. And what in the name of God did Frederick want with her in the main hall? Well, it didn't really matter, she had to go. With a final little sob, Matilda removed her knickers from around her knees, and waddled off to the main hall. The hall itself was a...