Author's note: Just a hard fucking. You know, your basic pick-up-in-nightclub-for-night-of-extreme-group-slavery sort of thing. This wasn't how it was going to end up, but hey, the characters ordered me about. ####### Four for fucking I saw them come in, stalking in confidently with a sense of being absolutely in control of their own space that stopped j...
He appeared at the end of our booth. I glanced up and then away. He was obviously there for one of my co-workers. The three of them were younger, prettier, more vivacious. I could go on, but it gets depressing. Hell, those were all the reasons that I was there with them. They were fun. I was bored. My fridge was empty. And the plate of chicken wings in the m...
It was the morning after Katie and Mark's incredible encounter with Phillip, Katie's bull. Katie awoke with a smile on her face and feeling frisky. She rolled over to her husband placing her hand on his chest and absent-mindedly allowing her hand to fondle his chest, stomach, and moving lower. She was then reminded of her husband's state when her hand reache...
Catherine struggled against the men that held her, snapping at a hand holding a length of fabric that drifted near her face, presumably to bind her mouth. Her long, dark hair fell in front of her eyes as she struggled, and she shook it out of her face impatiently. If they were going to tie her hands behind her back, so be it, but she was not going to be gagg...
Pam filled up her mug with coffee and walked out of the kitchen back into the main office, winking as she flashed a huge smile to the receptionist Erin. It was afternoon and most of the office was in a quiet stupor, willing 5 o'clock to come so they could go home. Pam however was excited beyond words. Though she also wishing the clock would speed up, it was...
Getting Yana Laid September, November, December, the second year Early September "We should get Yana laid," I said. The three of us had just finished dinner, and our guest was in the dining room. I handed Tom the dish I had just washed. "I think Yana can probably get laid if she wants to," he answered, taking the dish and wiping it dry. "She's gorgeous...
You are a lad in a forest village. Once upon a time, the Elders said that Dark Elves had befriended a human seamstress to work for them. Yet the bindings she made caused pain to many as slaves were taken with them. It was said that the god of the earth and sky, Perun, struck her down, cursing her to weave forevermore, in the shape of an Arachne, or "drider"...
The furtive figure tiptoeing through the predawn gloom had been named Laura once upon a time, but that time was now long past. How long? Three months, perhaps; surely no more. But Laura was a human's name, after all, and the figure -- which squatted, urinating, among the gnarled roots of an ancient elm -- was no longer human. Her owner was pleased to call h...
A dim bar, some sultry blues playing in the background. A door swings open and I walk out dressed in a schoolgirl outfit and black leather boots that zipped up the back. My tongue flicking across a bright red cherry lollipop. Slowly sucking it into my mouth as I pause in front of you. I look you in the eye and wink as I skip off, my innocent looking ponyta...
It was an unusually warm spring day in Pittsburgh, temperature in the mid seventies and a touch of humidity. Richie was sitting out on the locking dock in the rear of the apartment building where he lived and worked. He was tired and sweaty, his blue Dickie's work clothes felt like they were glued to him. He wiped his face again with a grimy paint stained t...