The Meat Grinder bore an appearance as brutal as it's reputation. An inelegant block of barely space worthy materials dripping in corrosion, blood, and terror as it trades in human flesh along the poorly defended, decaying, decadent border worlds of a failing empire. These are the tales of that frightful vessel... "Move your fat ass K6,' she smiles viciousl...
My husband, Sandy, is one of the nicest people on Earth. He doesn't have a single enemy. He cheerfully helps anyone he knows, anytime he is asked. His basement workshop has always been a friendly neighborhood hangout for the other husbands on our street. Sandy is also a failure at everything, including our marriage. He has no particular talents, never learn...
Taran Moonspeaker sighed as he popped his latest audit into the tube. He'd never really understood how that worked, beyond "Air elementals" , but he had other things to worry about. Such as the stares up at him from his co-workers. Or the stack of audits left for today. Or the fact that his quill was running out of ink, which meant talking to the tight fiste...
The weather was changing. The deliciously cool days of March had begun to give way to the hard heat of the wet season. Miami only had these two seasons, and there was a sadness to losing the near perfect temperatures of the dry tourist months. The upside, of course, was that he could finally return to the beach. The water was warm enough for a native Floridi...
I was working at my desk when I heard the front door to the office open. A few seconds later, in walked Dana, as I had been expecting. "Good morning," she said in her typical sing-song manner of greeting. Sitting her bag and coffee thermos down and removing her coat, she looked around the work area and noticed that no one else was there. "It's just us to...
This is the mostly true story of my first girlfriend and myself. It picks up on the second day we lived together. We had just had an argument, and I was at a crossroads, She had told me what she wanted... she wanted a Master, a boss someone to tell her what to do, tie her up, and fuck her into oblivion at a moments notice, and I was kind of a massive bitch a...
She walked into the dark pub feeling totally exposed. The men all turned to leer at her, feasting on her body with their eyes. The women cast a scornful glance toward the door, muttering a few names under their breath. She knew exactly what they were all thinking: she looked like a shameless whore. He had told her exactly what to wear that night: a red cor...
Tina smoothed her dress over her thighs, guiltily glancing at her neighbours in the adjacent window seats. She had drifted off mid flight and dreamt of her lover that she would be embracing when she landed. Her dreams had been... arousing. She could feel her saturated panties bunching in her sex, could feel her juices smeared on her inner thighs. She just pr...
"One… Two… Three…" Amy Haynes was doing pushups in her room. Repeat sets of 10 in her gray-pink sports bra. It did little to support her breasts and in fact made her task more of a challenge, threatening to spill her all-natural D cup tits over the carpet. She kept her legs straight like she'd learned in Cheer Squad, her pale pink toes scrunched in...
Well, you get the picture. I might have been a slut before - oh, who am I kidding, I already was a big slut - but Jerry, David, Brian, Henry, Carter and Donald turned me into a downright whore, using, fucking and degrading me day after day, week after week. Instead of giving you guys - and girls - a play-by-play of what happened to me each and every day, I'l...