Eleanor awoke very slowly and painfully around 3:30 the next afternoon. The TV was still on and she was still slumped in her chair. Two empty, and one half empty, champagne bottles lay on the floor nearby. Her nightgown was open, and there was the strong aroma of lust and a slight stickiness between her thighs. There was also that familiar salty taste on her...
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[This story is part of a series. It helps if you read earlier chapters but it is not critical to your enjoyment. There is some severe discipline so if that bothers you, read no further. All characters are over 18.] ***** Eleanor was surprised one morning at her office at Goose Cookers to receive an official-looking envelope with a return address of the Dep...
Iona hurried to the throne room with Eleanor at her heels. She tucked her own black hair behind her shoulders and smoothed it down. "Come child, your father wants to see us." Her voice wavered but she hoped the little girl didn't notice. The small red head skipped playfully down the corridor, carrying her favorite doll in her arms. She twirled a circle i...
This story features bodily functions, including scat play, so those offended by this should read no further. There is also a good deal of corporal punishment. All characters are well over 18. ***** Eleanor was amazed at how wonderful both her disciplining by Annette felt and her subsequent intercourse with the visiting Senior Correctional Officer. She had...
Carter reached into the trashcan, searching for food. He didn't care what it tasted like or what condition it was in; he just wanted something to ease the empty throbbing in his stomach. His whole body was racked with pain and he wanted at least one part of his body not to hurt. He was standing under a graffiti-covered bridge while the rain hammered outside....
"Hello?" Just one word, but I recognised her cool, calm tone instantly. I took a deep breath. "Eleanor, It's Bob Allison." "Bob Allison?" Her tone was puzzled and my heart sank, but then, "Bob! Room two-eighteen at Lake Erin Lodge, that Bob Allison?" "The same. How are you?" "Much better for hearing your voice." I heard a soft chuckle. "Are you, I hope,...
[This story will make more sense if you take the time to read the earlier instalments. There's a lot of severe discipline and a good deal of focus on all bodily functions, so if inclusion of those bothers you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.] Eleanor found that it was very easy for her to get used to living with Annette in the new apartm...
The sun began to peek above the thatched roofs of Loch Carnach as Eleanor moved quickly through the village looking for Kate's thatch. Situated close to the other reach of forest, Kate's small tigh looked much like her own, outcasted, out of the community. The only difference was that Kate's brothers had 2 other small tighs meters from her's, their own littl...
Eleanor walked arm in arm with Kate, steering her around the painful brambles, keeping pace far back behind the dark figure of Ragnar. Shock didn't cover how Eleanor felt, Ragnar knew of her mother, was told stories of her father and mother's love by his mamma, Bjorn's younger sister, how her father Bjorn battled the Scot's best warriors for the right to mar...