She wondered how much longer the gods would let her live. Rain pounded on the miami-style windows, water managing to squeeze through the minuscule gaps and slowly trickle down the cement walls of the tiny house. She was grateful that she had decided against staying in one of the many wooden houses that dotted the beach. The gods would have taken extra plea...
It was six in the morning, a Tuesday in October. Elizabeth was in Phoenix, Arizona but it could have been anywhere. There was no hint of searing desert heat, no warm glow of sunshine here. Only pale early morning light was coming through the curtains. The room was like many others she'd been in, in cities all over the world. A single bed she'd sleep in once,...
Maya woke up the next morning to find the orcs missing. The next thing she realized was that she was stuck. The orcish cum had hardened overnight trapping her in the pool of cum. Finally with some effort she pried herself out, shards of dried green cum still hanging all over her nubile body. Her was a mess, her wavy brunette locks stiff with cum. What surpr...
The dreadful temptation to take that accursed ring to Fiona and demand she wear it again was almost too much for me. I worked through the five stages of grief, starting with denial that there was any reason not to surrender all sense of self in the cause of submissive ecstasy. Why couldn't I spend my days in loving worship of a virile goddess? I was even wil...
The first rays of early morning sun filled the tight confines of James's car. He had been driving for hours and had a couple more to go before they reached his destination. He should be exhausted but his mind was filled as it had been so many times over the last eight years; filled with her. He looked across the seat at her. She was curled up like a small ch...
Thursday morning, it was all Azalea could do to leave her apartment and start her day. Even once she was ready to head out, she debated with herself for a good half hour whether it was safe to take on her day. So far, she had survived, but there had been some terrifyingly close calls, and it was only a matter of time until something disastrous happened, some...
"And again!" Ms. Banks lifted up her baton, and the chorus of some hymn Alex had heard a million times began. That wasn't why he was here though. Little Lara Banks stood among the singers, golden hair tumbling wildly down her shoulders. Her cheeks were still flushed from when she'd come all over his mouth, and brightened even more when she made eye contact...
Belle wandered through the palace halls and despite all the beautiful things the beast had, it all seemed so empty. Was there no one else besides the two of them? Then who kept everything so clean? Who cooked? As Belle thought on this, a set of French doors opened suddenly. She stopped, waiting, hoping she might see someone. But no one came. Belle inched to...
MARY SMITH. HANGED FOR MURDER. 31st. OCTOBER 1873 "I don't like this!" "Oh yeah," he sighed impatiently, "What's wrong with it." "It's dark," she continued to complain. "Of course it's fucking dark; it's ten thirty at night at the end of October," he replied irritably, "What do expect...blazing fucking sunshine!" "Please don't swear at me Andy," she sco...
Lana Valdez silently swore as she knelt on the floor to pick up the stack of papers to be filed that had just spilled out of her arms. It was Lana's first day on the job at Sossman , Maher & Roberts Law office. She was hired to be a secretary to the firm partners at the firm. Clumsily her chubby fingers tried to quickly gather the papers. Lana wasn't actuall...