For the first while all was chaos in the tiny cell. It seemed that I might be torn limb from limb, such was the ferocity of the galley slaves as they pulled me hither and thither, eager to use me. I was entered variously. The member rammed Into my mouth made it difficult for me to breathe, whilst my two lower holes were also swiftly penetrated. However, a...
I must admit that I was of two minds regarding Victoria's demotion to the ranks of the African slave girls. While I recognized the harsh jolt to her self-esteem the loss of her to-the-manor-born white privilege caused, I knew her life long denial that such privilege existed meant that this was a lesson she needed to learn. Her change in status was immediat...
The girls were lined up once again, the giant chain around their waists. Carla stood behind Burcu, and Marie was behind her, just like they had been marched to the Iron Plains. Their shackles were back on, joined to their collars. They waited, under the gazes of their masters. They had been ordered to keep their faces high, but their eyes looking down. The...
Chapter 1 The secluded hilltop villa overlooking the Roman port of Ostia was almost silent except for the sound of Casio's soft leather whip striking the pliant ass cheeks of a newly acquired slave girl. The cause of the unscheduled punishment was that she had inadvertently backwashed some of his cum onto his bush instead of holding it in her mouth until sh...
This story is a sequel to “Hitchhikers of Gor” and will probably make a little more sense if you read that story first, although I have tried to write it to function as a stand alone story. It is a satire of John Norman’s Gor novels, so it might be somewhat more accessible if you've read one of them, but I would hope the story could be enjoyed without this p...
By: Alex Clayton / Diesel Jester *** Author's notes: This story, and subsequent ones with this title, is based on a drawing concept series and character art done by RoxyRex. Characters and scenarios within this series are done with the permission of the artist. When I originally wrote this, I was going through a bit of a rough patch and needed to get m...
I'm a geek-girl and proud of it. They're trying to push me into upper management but I love coding and the power coding gives me. I code mostly in C# and Python these days and although some of the guys in my company aren't comfortable taking orders from a girl when the server crashes or the client can't wait any longer I'm the one they turn to, managers incl...
Kate stood in the doorway, leaning against the door sill. Hope was flowing out of her eyes with her tears. She wanted to run back into the house, and beg Ellis. She wanted to erase her demands, and continue her adventure. She knew that she could not. She knew she must have all of Ellis, or none. When her hope was gone, she straightened up to close the door....
Commissioned by a friend from the U.S who loves monstergirl-makes-human-chattel stuff. And I'm nothing if my friends are not happy. Femdom, dark elf, the works. Monstergirls raid humans for slaves for breeding and labor, and take care in integrating, training and breeding them as sexual pets. Second Person, heterosexual story. Enjoy if you like that stuff....
Copyright Otto26 With grateful thanks to my editor, snooper. * Only one shot was fired and the attack was over in less than five minutes, but it was the most violent event she had ever witnessed. Young Henri, the boy soldier assigned by the Ministry to accompany her, was the victim of the single shot. It splattered blood and brain matter all over her, stu...