If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to Tales 1 to 8 inclusive to learn about this world. Ninth Tale: Victim's Guide to Sexual Traps Part 1 Researcher's Note. This information is extracted from an incomplete and apparently unedited draft of a students' organisation publication. Its accuracy is not guaranteed but I have b...
"Do we really need to run 20 miles today? Why can't we do 18 again?" "Look, Phil. If you're serious about running your first marathon, then we stick to the schedule. Today is 20, not 18. You've got to get these longer runs in because the difference between 18 and 26 is huge. Trust me." "How many have you run? Five, right?" "This'll be number six. So it's...
Having no clue just how tightly wound he'd become, twenty-nine year old Landon Ashby nearly reached for the loaded gun in his interior breast pocket when the heavy, ornate wooden door in front of him swung open. Thankfully he'd stopped his right hand in mid air before he ventilated a completely innocent young girl in the doorway of her parent's home. "...Oh...
Angela. My precious. My adorable little dolly. My cheerful imp. We had so much fun with her. She showed me the world in a new way every day, through her eyes. As she grew, I began to speak to her about the Mysteries. I began to instruct her about Love. I was able to help her along in ways I had not been helped. I understood this world we were in much bet...
When my body stops vibrating and my muscles finally relax enough for me to be steady on my feet, I turn the spray off and step out of the shower. I grab my soft fluffy bathrobe and slip my arms into the sleeves, letting it drape over my still sensitive body. My hair is still dripping, so I wrap it turban-style in a towel to prevent it from wetting the collar...
The sun is about to set over the horizon, a big red moving truck drives down a regular street in the outskirts of a regular middle west town. The driver, wearing a red cap, looks blankly at the address on the blood-stained paper. Six hundred sixty-six Elm Street, that is the address; that is where he is supposed to deliver his cargo. The house is old and cre...
'I love Halloween.' Catherine Davis thought to herself. 'It is the only holiday that's just for me.' Christmas and Thanksgiving were family holidays. Forth of July was always company picnics. Easter was church and family, but Halloween was hers. Especially now, that the kids were grown and off to college or on their own, All Hallows Eve had become her specia...
I was heading home. The drive was a couple of thousand miles but I was heading home to my husband, Dalton. I suppose some would say I was simply out of my mind, but I knew exactly what I was letting myself in for. At least I thought I did. I also was reasonably sure I could handle it. I left Dalton because I thought he was trying to control me. There real...
Wife stripped naked and forced to have sex, while husband watches. * "Are they gone?" "Yeah, Molly, I just showed them out to their car." "Oh, my God, Roger, I'm shaking, I'm so wet. I thought I was going to cum, when you pulled me over your knee, pulled up my dress, pulled down my panty and spanked me in front of them." "It was my pleasure," he said wi...
Sandrine is collared and blindfolded, dressed in faded and slightly-ripped shorts and a tank top, as Jonathan leads her by the hand to the basement of the cabin. The coolness of the basement air is a stark contrast to when they were doing maintenance yardwork outside earlier. At last, the cool stone floor chills the soles of the submissive's bare feet. She i...