Chapter 2 Pain and Pleasure Garth guided Amber through more corridors. They looked the same to her and she wondered how he knew where to go. At one of the curtain covered doorways, he gave a light jerk on the chain to have her stop. He stuck his head into the room. "Aurora, come with me." "Yes, Master." The owner of the musical voice exited the room. Am...
As far as first dates were concerned, Roxy Fox, the 23-year-old, 5'11", Barbie doll faced gorgeous, secretary, with a strong dimpled chin, high cheekbones, big almond shaped hazel eyes, thick wavy shoulder length fiery-red hair, and a very firm, but extremely curvaceous 38FF-26-38 hourglass figure that her skintight white spandex pants, tight red spandex top...
My appointment was for 9.00 am. Janek said that I should look in the garden if I did not get an answer from the front door and to try the garden shed room, this would amuse me while I was waiting. I went round the back of the house and I could hear a sound in the garden shed. The windows were pretty dirty and I couldn't see inside so I pushed open the door...
The restaurant had emptied. The party of eight had concluded their meal and were waiting for the bill to arrive. Amy studied her husband Jack. Despite her repeated threats and warnings he had done it again. She knew it was not intentional. She knew he would be mortified if she accused him of not loving her. It was not the case. They loved each other very muc...
Chapter 2: The American Dream Questions, Comments & Suggestions welcome. The restraints creaked and groaned as the voluptuous young blonde writhed against their oppression, her skin reddened and bloody from the effort. Butterscotch Fox lay naked on a reclining metal chair, bound at the wrists, ankles and neck by Diamentium cuffs. One arm was hooked up to an...
This year the pixies brought me a tale of a Banshee as my Celtic Halloween story. At least, I think it was a pixie. It is sometimes difficult to keep the various Fay folk of the Emerald Isle in the proper category. In any case this is the story of a captive Banshee and how she is finally freed. As with all my Celtic stories, some of this is historical, some...
Author's Note: On the planet Gor, when a slave girl is hot or otherwise needful of her Master's touch/rape, she will often try to entice him to throw her onto her back before him and have his way with her forcibly, at his will. A Need Dance is one in which the slave girl strives to display her sexual needs and the desperation of these needs before her Master...
Pierre had lost all track of time. His best guess was that months had now passed since his dinner with Catharine. He was no longer attached to the wall, this he had to be thankful for, and once he'd been released from the wall, he'd started marking what he considered to be days. But in his dark room, with no sense of morning or evening, days, weeks, months a...
Little Owl held the tipi flap open and waited for permission to enter. Trails of sacred smoke poured out of the opening and flowed upward. The acrid scent of the smoke mixed with the smell of sweat, blood and urine. He let the scent envelope him as he prepared to enter. "You may enter Little Owl." Running Elk spoke slowly, with a raspy voice. The oldest of...
My appearance and weight seem to matter to a lot of people. I am tall and beautifully worn in by the den holding me captive. Sometimes I think I am old, perhaps because of the way I sound. A small difference in the way I move, and in the way I feel, forces me to consider the time I have kept. Perhaps that's why I now sleep for most days? I am dressed to mat...