Being a slave-girl is emotionally and physically exhausting. After three days of being used as a naked plaything by twelve different women, I was spent. April and Stefania loaded me into the car, and I passed out from fatigue long before we ever got home. I'm not even sure how I got into the house. When I awoke, I was lying in April's bed with no memory of...
Moist air collected on an 11-year-old's brow as he tried his darnest to clear his family's hay field. The scythe he wielded weighed almost as much as him and every swing put him off balance. He paused to recuperate. "Elisha!" His brother called to him from afar. He abandoned the pigs he was tending. Elisha stopped what he was doing to run to him. Kartan me...
Elisha rode the bus towards home, trying to peer through the glass at the dark world outside; instead she saw only the reflection of what was in her proximity - her face, the face of the guy that sat next to her, along with all the other nameless strangers. That guy had been causing her problems for at least twenty minutes. First he was standing with his ph...
CHAPTER 1 This story is set in Sydney, Australia * * * It was stormy when late morning the young boarding school history teacher, Sophie Cuthbert, hurried under the lashing of wind and rain, shedding her hat and coat before entering the head mistress's office where she was given the expected news. Thirty minutes earlier the school board decided to fire...
Being a slave-girl in the United States of America can be complicated. Currently in the U. S., owning another human being is of course, illegal. Therefore, my slave-girl status is largely a matter of mindset and behavior. And the more the people around me cooperate, the more my slave-girl mindset is reinforced. Ms. Cuthbert, Rosa, Heidi and even Josephine w...
Milo couldn't believe how fast the weekend had flown by. He had expected it to drag on. Taking photos of overweight executives in khaki shorts and polos wasn't exactly his favorite visual subject, but whatever you gotta do for a paycheck, right? But then she showed up. Sitting on the deck with his coffee cup, Milo rolled his head to one side, taking in t...
Ms. Cuthbert was a single mom in her late thirties of early forties, and she lived in a single-family home in a quiet neighborhood in the suburbs. She wasn't the sort of woman that you'd think of when you thought of a stern mistress doling out harsh punishments to her teenage, lesbian slave-girl. But, life is filled with surprising anomalies. Natalie Cut...
Note: Ctrl+F ~s~ to skip right to the action * Cuthbert trudged along behind Inyelw'n as they stepped out of the Salty Siren, making no effort to hide that he'd rather have stayed behind. The elf duchess didn't seem to notice or care, instead looking up the cliffside to the rest of Ightwood. "The Eiriadhuld embassy is doubtless in the upper echelons of tow...
Note: Ctrl+F ~s~ to skip right to the action (there's two) * They did not make it to town by sundown. In fact, all the fighting and the fucking from earlier had left them so exhausted they barely made any headway by the time the encroaching night forced them to stop and make camp. Ziri was now in a thoroughly sour mood and whined while she worked, and Cuth...
Elisha knew what her husband was up to. She knew where he spent his nights, and why he was never home. He was at the inns and bordellos, getting drunk and hanging with loose women and whores leaving his wife at home. Of course she realized she was getting older and her beauty was quickly fading. She would look at herself in the mirror and weep at what she ha...