The Pornomancer let out a weary sigh as he hoisted his backpack up to his shoulder. He was, as usual, getting out of work half an hour late since, as usual, his replacements had failed to show up on time. Normally he would have complained to his boss, but since his replacement was his boss... Fortunately, the night had been a rather quiet one, and he had man...
Thought it would be fun to switch gears and run this from Brooklyn's perspective. A little longer chapter for the long wait. Enjoy! The sun sank below the horizon forcing the air to shift with the kiss of night. It breathed life into listless stone, causing it to weaken and crack. Brooklyn felt himself awakening from a dreamless existence and shook himself...
As I prepared breakfast for the 18-year-old black woman, a feeling of helplessness enveloped me. My face felt as if it had been beaten up by her fierce grinding of it, and her scent seemed to pervade my most acute senses. Degraded and humbled, I simply completed my task and served the sausage and eggs breakfast to Alexis Barron, who remained sitting on the l...
It was a humid summer day when Cheyanne decided to go to the pool. She stripped off what little clothing she had on and walked briskly out to the backyard where the pool was located, gladly feeling the bright sun cast onto her naked body. In another moment, and for a long time thereafter, Cheyanne would be floating on a body-raft in the center of her large s...
Michelle part 6. She proves her worth as a slave This story if fiction, and no body is under the age of 18. Introduction: For those of you following my stories, this almost concludes the development of Michelle as my number one slave. If you would like to hear more about her please drop me a message. *** That was my cue to get up and place the toys I'd...
I come into the living room wearing my red-laced lingerie, which is his favorite I think because of the slit in it from my belly button to the back of my ass. No need to remove it to expose me fully. My collar and leash are already snapped tight around my neck. I stand, hands by my side, leash dangling between my tits. I feel vulnerable, anxious, self-cons...
"Where are you? I'll find you bitch!" his snarling voice echoed through the decayed domicile. "I know every crack and corner of this house. You can't hide for long." Alice had woken in a rotten bed within a mold-encrusted bedroom, not understanding how she had arrived. Four wooden beams jutted up from the corners of the bed, each one as termite ridden as th...
A twist on one of Grimm's Fairy Tales. Her mother was dying. Cinderella didn't need anyone to tell her that. The sad faces and averted eyes of the visitors that poured through their home told her that. The extra gentle touch of her father's hand on her shoulder told her that. And the pale, withered husk of her once lively mother told her that. She held her...
Her hands itched. Her feet itched. Even the inside of her body was on fire with an itch she couldn't reach to scratch. Her half eaten breakfast lay on the plate, her appetite had disappeared. Her brain was on fire trying to figure out what might have triggered what could only be some sort of weird allergic reaction. They had been to an all night restaurant...
Late Friday afternoon, after a nice meal unfortunately taken alone, I decided to take a walk in the woods behind my house. The pine needles were crisp and crackled under foot as I walked along. It was early evening and the sun was still quite high in the sky. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. Going deeper into the woods, I got past the pines and into a thick...