This is the continuation of the story "How I became a Filthy Tranny Slave" where a young man who lives out his fantasy of dressings as a transvestite and being defiled is abducted Ch. 02: Tranny Slave Is Imprisoned When I woke up from my drug induced coma it took a few minutes to adjust and analyze my new setting. It feels like I had been out for days, pos...
This story is true as related to me by my wife. Obviously I have enhanced the language. One of Charlot’s more recent adventures occurred in the 1999 New year period. We were staying at our Jim’s place in North West Victoria. This particular Saturday morning Jim’s wife, Mary, went into town to do some shopping. “I’ll be back for lunch,” she said and left, ta...
It was Christmas Eve in the dead of winter as the snow fell on what could on be described as an almost picturesque White Christmas. But Lou arose from the darkness dressed in a thick black coat and entered in to the partly empty church that early evening, untouched by the white that seemed to dampen and chill everyone else. He entered with a swagger and a de...
She put the phone down, a sunburst smile on her face. "Just what I need," she said to no one in particular since no one was there. Her daughter, Brenda, had opened the conversation with "Mum, I want to ask you a big favour." The substance of the favour was, that Brenda's husband, Jamie, had been asked by his company to go up north to get a new factory they h...
I folded my vestment carefully and placed it in the drawer where I kept all the other tools of my profession. I took one last look. I would not need anything in this drawer ever again. I had finally made up my mind. I was choosing another path that called out to me night and day. It would mean damnation for me but I really did not care. I cursed the gods an...
This story inspired by the writings of MonikerSmith and XXXecil Chapter 7 – Sister Mary Clare's first day Sister Mary Clare was at work early in the morning, she was busily writing down her new plans for the church. Her fresh perfectly cared for and prepared black and white nun's garments, perhaps a little tighter more revealing of her curved figure than n...
Session 5 Marital Counseling Social Worker: "You both seem to be a bit upset today." Carol: "We were talking just before we came in here. John has decided to get rid of our bed and replace it totally; bed, mattress, box spring, sheets and comforters. Everything." Social Worker: "Why is that an issue for you? You two are still living apart." Carol: "That...
High Priestess Alarra paced in her chambers, anxiously awaiting official word of her campaign. Alarra’s kingdom had been at war with the demonic forces of corruption for years, and had made steady progress in pushing them back. All official reports indicated that victory was near, despite horrific casualties, and rumors this morning were that the army was re...
I had the entire morning to myself as Amber was sleeping the sleep of the dead. I cleaned the hotel room, took a shower, had breakfast and did some internet browsing on my phone while Amber remained a hair above comatose in the bed. I made sure to check that she was breathing fine and not choking on her own vomit every so often, but I decided to let her slee...
Malika sat atop the highest tower of the Defiled Temple looking over the surrounding hills and wastelands. The cult of the demoness Lagria had taken this place long ago and sacrificed the old Priestesses Of The Light to their foul mistress during the temple's ravaging. Like all the denizens of the temple, Malika had been stolen from her family as a child and...