Note: Something from the Fantasy genre, this adventure will run at seven chapters, minimum. A work of fiction. All feedback is gratefully accepted; please let me know what you like or what you'd change. Thank you for reading! ***** One Gwen dragged herself up into consciousness, clawing her way past the pain, thirst and disorientation. Her first lucid t...
Lana was forty, but her eyes were bright and youthful, and her skin free from wrinkles. She had medium long blonde hair which she usually kept up in some sort of bun. She had big, bouncing tits and a wide, meaty ass. Her waist wasn't perfect but stayed slim enough. She was a single mother to one son who was the apple of her eye. She'd come from the bathroom...
Vol of Thentis declines to have the girl branded with the popular khef symbol; she is a little wild flower, a tiny unexpected thing of beauty growing in the empty desolation of rocks and rubble on a barren hillside, such as might lift a solitary man's heart as the blossoms in the midst of desolation have often done, sometimes bringing tears to his eyes, and...
I had truly become Maxine's slave, and her worst torture was her denial that I actually was a slave. She kept up with the charade that this was all just a symbolic game, but I had been given the message that I would be tortured or maimed if I defied her and got her angry enough. Any defiance was indeed dealt with brutally. Later that week, Maxine left for h...
Houston Texas~ The Blue Ford died and a Black Ford F 250 pick-up truck took its place. The reality of income verses bills forced me to take a job in Houston. Still doing deliveries and Numchucks was still able to ride with me after he was tested. "Here boy, Numchucks! Come on..." My new boss tried to coax Chucks out with all the tricks, acting like he had...
After our trial, and the girls-only celebration that lasted through the night, Wendy and I were given 3 days of rest and recovery restricted to the Rogonfeldt grounds. I did some writing. She and I were able to go on long walks. The other girls left us to rest up; the masters ignored us. They were busy with the other girls and, especially, with integrating R...
I called Susan earlier this week. She seemed down, not too unusual, she is bipolar and at times she becomes depressed. She takes her meds, at least the ones for depression, but the stresses and fatigue of her job in the psych department take their toll sometimes. She said she was glad I called, and that she wanted to see me. I told her I would come over Frid...
Authors note: The narrative of the story jumps around in the lifetime (and after) of a dead woman. Her thoughts are not linear, and please do not expect them to be. *** It's a terrible thing in almost every culture and religion, to sell your soul. The consequences of which surely condemn you to hell, or at the very least purgatory. Say you sign a contr...
Kristin woke late the next morning and Mark had already left for work. Almost immediately she began to think about the permission she now had and what she would do with it. She wanted attention and she wanted it bad. She took a long shower, taking special care to groom herself well. She got a brand new razor and using the lavender body gel, began to shave he...
Monokuma giggled. With this new power and technology, he could make the game a lot more pleasurable. With this, he could install any kind of trigger into anyone! Passive triggers, active triggers, he could totally change the behavior of anyone! But using it to make murders happen is a little too easy. Why not use it for something else... something fun? Maybe...