Rumble rumble, rata-tat-tat. The sound of the drums carried along every deck, every corridor, into every berth and nook and cranny. The officers in their quarters to the twists in the lower holds heard it, and went to their assigned posts with a will. That sound was to be obeyed, drill or not, and there was a crackling rumor that moved cross the Hegemony at...
This was not how Mel had pictured himself. He had come to this country with one mission and one mission only: he wanted to undermine the local slaving ring. That hideous organization kidnapped young men, transformed them into monster boys and then sold them to greedy female clients as slaves and playthings. Mel should have been in the streets, gathering in...
This one is short and, hopefully, sweet. Throughout most of Rome's history, military pay rates determined that a simple legionary could afford five fucks with the cheapest kind of licensed prostitute. That's five turns per day. For what it's worth, my prostitutes in this story are charging much more than that, the equivalent of maybe $75. Just a bit of tr...
Britnee was dreaming. Dreaming she was the red rubber ball on the end of a rubber band attached to a paddleboard. She was slapping against the paddle thwapapapap. She didn't mind the slapping, she did mind the air raid siren blaring in her ears. It sounded like the end of the world. "Shut Up!" she screamed. She jerked awake. It took a moment to realize the...
During the time that I spent out there in the woods, I was basically a naked prisoner to be passed around, ogled, used and cruelly punished. Of course, nudity was compulsory the entire I was in the woods. Being naked while the other women were fully-clothed made me keenly aware of my inferior position and status. Most women would be outraged at the way my...
My major sexual interest is in female domination. One of the subcategories of that is domination by a physically superior woman, i.e. a bodybuilder or athlete. This is a good example of that. It was written in march 2018, so it's a pretty recent effort. Hope you like it! ***** Candy relaxed in the pool lounger, soaking up the sunshine. She was kind of se...
Chapter 1: The Witch's Assistant "I'm serious. I can't stop thinking about her. I don't know what to do." I hadn't even sat down in the car and Olivia had already picked up where our text conversation had just left off. I had to laugh. "Olivia, seriously?" I climbed into the car and tossed my book bag on the floor. "I'm serious, I can't get her out of m...
Patrick Conner ran his hand across the well worn railing that surrounded the old house's wide veranda. As president of Archer and Sons, the construction and demolition company that his grandfather, Thomas Archer, had founded, the forty-three year old had an almost reverent appreciation for the care that had gone into the construction of the Victorian era str...
Chapter 17 -- The Brat on a Bicycle Criminal # 98945 finally returned to her normal routine as August drew to a close. She continued to deliver Victor's packages and messages, greet customers at the music store, and deal with a backlog of issues affecting Eloisa's band. She continued to rehearse and sing. She divided what little free time she had between Se...
Chapter 16 -- The Bus Driver Kim had to return to work at the music store immediately following Malka's punishment. Eloisa entered Dukov's office to remind Kim that she was needed at the customer service counter. She stopped to look at Malka's prostrate body and collection of dark welts and bruises. She was awestruck by the severity of Malka's punishment, a...