A rusty cart creaks it's way through the forest, pulled by a worn out mule. It slowly creeps through twisted and knobby trees, the only sound interrupting the squeaking of the rust wheels is the quiet sobbing of it's passenger. She's in the pack of the cart, softly crying into her knees as she sits on the rough wooden floor of the cart. Iron bars line all fo...
Chapter One My first week at my new job went well. I got to meet a lot of new people. They were very warm and welcoming. This place seems to have a lot of happy employees. I was able to have lunch with a few of the staff and we talked about the work environment. I found out, interestingly enough, that office romances are very common. I can attest to that, m...
Chapter 3 - Slaves in a new world The new world was hot, the sky a clear blue and the air dry. Every male had been collared and leashed; some walked on two legs, some on four. Alex was led out still wearing his humbler. Every petmale on the ship had been fitted with one. Alex had grown completely used to the view from all-fours, but part of him longed to st...
Dessert had been enjoyed by everyone. Leilani was finally able to take a deep breath as she felt the tray being lifted from her body. A hand was helping her to get up, she moved carefully so as not to get dizzy and fall to the plush carpet of deep burgundy. She was led back to the center of the room and when she felt the hand drop from her, she gracefully sa...
All content copyright 2012 Ted Szabo This is part 5 of a longer work, "Brick House." Chapter 5 I didn't see much of Kate over the course of the next couple weeks, as we were both pretty thoroughly weighed down by other commitments. She spent about half of her weekends visiting her folks in Valparaiso, a routine which I both vaguely hoped and vaguely drea...
By Likegoodwinecopyrighted November 2012 Here's another short story for you. Enjoy! This story is a parody of many cheating wives stories of revenge posted on this site (including some of mine). This story caters to the 'Burn the bitch' fans. Beware! Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. * Sometimes, just when...
The last couple of weeks had been hectic for us. Between his overtime at work and my final University exams getting closer and closer, we had barely even seen each other, never mind anything else. It had been so long since He had used me I was beginning to worry that I would implode from my desperation to feel Him inside me again. So when I came home to find...
How did it start? You ask. I'll tell you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Gregory Sellers and I was a high school teacher at a private school. I had been divorced for two years from my wife, Taylor. It all started when one Friday after school was over, I was in my office when I dropped a box of paperclips. I was on my knees picking up the mess, when she...
Author's Note: I'm attempting something that I've never done before, telling a story within a story. I hope I haven't botched it too badly. Tanya, one of my new favorite characters, has recorded these stories in a Journal and decides to share them with her family. She is my People Watcher. Unless I stop writing, there will be more of this series to come. As...
Another reoccurring dream my slave sara told me. It was a Friday, not just any Friday but the third Friday in the month to be factual, the day the slave auction bursts into life. How did I know, I was up for auction and was delivered the night before? Nothing was ever forced and the bulk of the 15 up for sale today have all volunteered and could walk awa...