Melani had been sitting on the ledge for what seemed like days. Below her the Brayer lay on its stomach, twitching occasionally and making moaning noises less often. She had sat here, waiting, fearing it was some kind of ploy on the beast's part. She knew that made no sense, the creature was much stronger and faster than she and could have easily caught her...
This is a background story for one of my other works. In case the title doesn't give it away, this story is the non-incest version of "The Ceremony of Acquiescence - Incest". The Ceremony of Acquiescence. Princess Maria could normally see with her eyes closed. That was not to say that she had any special abilities or superpowers though. Instead, it was si...
I place my journey, throughout the ancient ruins, within the heart of the Egypt. She was called the wife of pharaoh. Her name is etched upon the pillars, ever so high. I visit the site of the Aztec, her name is written on the temple. I am in awe. The ancients speak of her as the beauty of life. She is the beauty to be, the beauty of old, and the one to come,...
When I gathered my senses to me, I knew I was back in the museum and I had to return as quickly as I could. Each second was an hour. Each moment was a lifetime. I stared at the stone as I touched it, chanting the words, but nothing happened. No spark. No lights. Nothing. "Oh Vytex..." I breathed, frantically thumbing through the tome for maybe a diffe...
This is a sequel to The Trials of Pauline. Whilst searching for her father in the African jungle, Polly and her Eurasian friend, Marina, are subjected to a succession of bizarre punishments and sexual degradation - all of which she finds exhilarating and fulfilling. Those people who do not wish to read about the humiliation of beautiful women should avoid th...
Her room had been untouched since she left. Her bed was made, her mirror and comb lay as they had on her small vanity. Her night gown hung from the back of her chair just the way she left it that horrible day. Pearl didn't have the heart to set foot inside. Even the smell, Belle's smell, made it so her heart felt like it was being ripped away all over again....
Lit Admin note: this story does not contain explicit sexual situations. Because future chapters will include explicit BDSM sexuality, we are placing this chapter in that category to keep the story together. Note: This text is only getting published in merit of my gifted editor, Psycho17 -- I strongly recommend his aptitude! His editor profile may sound inti...
A letter had reached the Abbey of St. Adelheid, the renowned temple-fortress of the Sisterhood of the Dauntless Rose. The contents of the missive were dire. Its sender, a distraught magistrate from a remote village near the eastern border of the Kingdom of Saxen, wrote of a putrid monster that terrorized the settlements around the shadowy wetland known as th...
The dripping candle provided just enough light to see the heaps of rubble and ruin that were strewn across the west wing. Crushed chairs and clawed cushions were spread across the floor, while bundles of torn curtains threatened to entangle my feet as I stepped across the dark chamber. The light soon exposes a clawed painting. It shows a man, only in his lat...
I lay here tonight. This place reeks of self-damnation. I strapped myself down on this cold, stainless steel table, the taut, braided rope bruising my skin. Of course, I leave the door wide open. The beast enters and finds his feast laid out before him. I feel a spurt of energy course through my brain. A concentrated effort at a thought halts for a half mom...