The following story is fiction; it is designed to be read by adults who enjoy lesbian erotica, with elements of domination, submission and servitude. If you are not an adult, and do not enjoy that type of writing; please read no further. The story is the sole property of the author. * Dedicated to the 'Stars Above Me' * * * * * Chapter 1 She knew she ne...
Part 1 The fog of one too many scotch and waters takes a few moments to shake even when the phone is demanding attention. It took three tries before my hand grabbed the infernal beast and jabbed at the answer button. "What!" "That's no way to say good morning to your favorite brother-in-law." "You are my only brother-in-law and I still haven't forgiven yo...
+++++ Redeemers of the Fallen +++++ The following is my entry for the 2019 Halloween Story Contest. This is of course the sequel to the First Place winner from the 2016 contest, Sisters of the Fallen. While not strictly necessary to enjoy this new tale, I highly encourage you to read "Sisters" first so the personalities, histories, and motivations of the pr...
The final inking cut into his flesh, and the stalwart barbarian didn't even grimace in pain, though a lesser man might have. Grinning instead, Gundor the Hammer clenched his fist. The ink-maiden--a shaman of the Tribe of the Thunderbeast--had infused the ink and her drawing with mystical power, and Hammer could feel the enchantment seeping into his flesh, be...
Author's Notes: This happens a few months after the events in "Vampiress, Mine – Omnibus 02", "The Snow Maiden – Omnibus 02", and "The Prison Creature" Like "Snow Maiden 02", I got hung up on this one and it required a lot of reworking before it got to the point that I was satisfied with it. First, I just didn't like how it turned out. Then I didn't like h...
Alyssa glanced around the Ashanath Command Web over Ularean's shoulder, feeling overwhelmed with relief. She tried to contact John to let him know she was safe, but she was unable to reach him telepathically. *Are you alright, Alyssa? You seem very distressed,* Senior Councillor Ularean asked, awkwardly patting the radiant girl on the shoulder while trying...
Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long to get Part IV submitted; you're probably getting sick of me saying that. Thanks for all the positive comments for Part III. To the anonymous person that submitted the exact same "Horrible" comment eight different times for Part III. There are different methods used for scoring on this website. One of those is by the...
Author's Note: The author has asserted moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between any of the characters depicted herein and any real person, living or dead is wholly a matter of Nature imitating Art. There is not, and never was, a College of Correction and Redemptio...
Chapter 14: Bittersweet Victory ***** From his spot in the open, gilded hallway of the Javan imperial palace, Admiral Percival Bancroft fumed silently. He didn't start his morning off this way, and he remembered walking with his cane to the palace in a mildly positive mood. It was just that spending enough time in the decadence of the palace always seemed...
THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN -- Volume Two. This is the second volume of the memories of British civil servant, Rebecca Seehofer as recorded in her journals and by the audio testimony as related to her biographer, Sybil Torricelli. Rebecca's career spanned the late 1960s to 1980s. The dates following the chapter headings give the da...