Before we get started, you (the reader) should be introduced to the heroine of this story, Lacta-Woman. First off, her real name is Bessinia Nemilca, and she is not of our planet. She is from a distant world known as Bovinia and is a full blooded female Bovian. The Bovians are a super race of beings that evolved from a prehistoric type of - you guessed it -...
Hello all. I am again working with Rebecca on this story. It is a departure from our usual stories in that it deals with a different fetish than our normal fare. Please be aware that this story has non-consensual sex, forced body modifications, drugs, and mind control. It is a dark story and if this is not your preferences please move on. It is a fantasy and...
Small town life can be pretty boring. I made this observation to my buddy Jim late one afternoon as we sat on a bench drinking sodas. We'd spent the last hour shooting basketballs and a combination of heat and my increasing lack of fitness had ensured that Jim had quite literally run rings around me. Or maybe he was just a better on a court than I was. 'I t...
Silage season had started on the farm. In order to see my husband I would have to go ride in a piece of farm machinery. And being his birthday, made it an even bigger reason to go out. The big 4 0 hit him. All the jokes about being old were now upon him. Which I used at my convenience when appropriate. I drove out to the farm. It was scorching hot this week...
*A repost of an old romance story with a fresh edit.* Chapter 5 Anxious dreams pushed Sam to consciousness. Finding himself alone in bed, he bolted upright. The green teddy was draped over the back of the desk chair and Sherry's clothes were gone. He ran to the window. Her car was gone, as well. After pulling on shorts, Sam searched for a note, or any sign...
You'd zoned completely out as the farmer had worked out the cream from your breasts, taken far away by your pleasure. How long had it been? All you knew for sure was that the small bucket set beneath you was now about half full, instead of the bottom of it just being barely covered. The pain of engorgement had faded away now to a distant memory, long since...
She felt the passage of time as a vague concept, her mind a buzz of pleasure. Her mouth worked mechanically, sucking by rote. Something creamy passed her lips, sliding down her throat and coating it with a sweet aftertaste. She stared ahead dully, blinking as her eyes took in her limited surroundings. She was staring at the floor, tiled in an unremarkable...
A Girl called Areola and her sister called Beaver by Vanessa Evans As usual, it's best if you read the earlier parts before this one. * Part 07 There was a little pause during which I had no idea what was happening (everyone was behind us) but then I heard Mr. Palmer say, "Girls, please turn over, lay along the table, put your hands behind your heads a...
"They're back in from the field, you ready, Cat?" You weren't really. You'd never even shown another girl your tits, excluding Keira. Then again it was your first time being brought to all fours and milked in a straw-lined stall too, so it was really a day of firsts. Sensing your nervousness as he opened the stall's door, Aaron reassuringly said "Don't wor...
Slim Blake. We'd settled back at home after our European Capitals tour. Jo-Jo, Haze, Griff and I had spoken to Todd, our manager, and insisted that Mitch be sacked from The Twisted Ravens. His behaviour on tour had been unacceptable, even if he was being blackmailed. We needed a bass player, though we had no immediate recording or gigs to worry about. Ha...