Back on Argos every window in the palace blazed with bright light in the inky darkness as yet another dinner party was running late. Lord Phoreneus, already drunk from far too much wine had decided to extend the party, especially since the dance troupe had just arrived. Telledice lounging on a couch on the upper tier of the banquet room, glared down at her h...
NOTE: This is a work of original fiction. All names, circumstances, or situations herein are purely fictional. They are not based upon either real people, governments, organizations, places, or real events. Should any parallels to real circumstances be drawn, historical or otherwise, they are purely coincidental. --------------------------------------------...
Our plane flew out of the Nassau airfield on late on Sunday afternoon. The Bodyglove shoot had been exhausting; we had visited a dozen or so locations, some at different times of day or night, to get the shots the photographer wanted. Time was money, I quickly learned. The small army of specialists in makeup, hair, lighting, and photography worked smoothly t...
When David returned home from his mother-in-law's it wasn't like the last time. Mary was waiting for him, but even if she had wanted sex he wasn't up to it. She put him to bed and applied cold packs to his battered organs. She coaxed the whole story out of him, how he came to require this punishment, the instrument she used, etc. Still emotional and 'broken'...
Back on Ephesus, Aspasia, the leader of the guild of prostitutes looked on with jealousy as Orion knelt before Elmira and worshiped her foot. Thinking to herself "How did THIS whore decide she earned the best slab of meat!" she rushed forward and pushed the Princess to the ground. Turning to her with a sneer she snapped "Hands off this one BEE-OTCH, he is MI...
Back on Ephesus, Lydia was very pleased by the final contestants. The games had gone on for over a month, and hundreds had participated, all being the best shots or most accurate animal trackers in their village or town. Now, to add to the excitement of the prior thrilling weeks of competition, the strongest and most handsome men in all of Greece stood naked...
Author's Note: The following chapter in this story is entirely the product of this author's imagination. The views of the characters do not necessarily represent the views of the author or any other person. Be warned that sensitive readers will find some scenes extremely offensive. * The beginning of the end for Peter Marquis started in the home of Fidelis...
At the start of the new millenium, while most of the world was celebrating, I was on my hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor. But I did have reason to celebrate, for I had passed the final test. You see it was exactly one year ago on Dec 31st that I pledged to my wife that I wished to be her cuckold. I won't bore you with the details, but our marriage...
This is a prologue to a sci-fi story called "The Donation". It is meant as a dystopia. Do not read this prologue or the following chapters, if you can not handle stories about a patriarchal regime. "The Gender Reconstruction Act was narrowly approved today. All remaining women's rights have been revoked. Leading feminist protesters were arrested today, on c...
A thick, wrought-iron sign with the single word "GRIMSLEY" was arched between two massive stone pillars that marked the entry to this all-girl academic enclave. Ms. Frobisher gunned her little red sportscar right between the pillars and up the long driveway, all uphill, to where Grimsley sat overlooking Lake Penasaukee, or Lake PenisSuckIt, as the guys at Ea...