I was sitting at a café having a coffee. I had not let Kate go alone to the address that Sarah had given her over the phone. However we had agreed that if I was satisfied that it all looked above board I would leave her there for her 'interview'. The address was genuine. Hot Productions had an office on the third floor of a somewhat non-descript block in nor...
Thanks to everyone who commented and emailed me on the first chapter. It gave me the motivation to continue the story. This story for you guys! *** Daminus hurried down the street, casting quick glances to the shadows of the alleyways. Don't be stupid, you wouldn't be able to spot him anyways. Besides, the Magi Victus only have one victim tonight. The tho...
As I look into his leering, aged, wrinkled mirror of my own face He laughs, and sneers, and says "Of course, dear Son, Where do you think you came from in the first place?" -Harry Chapin, "The Mayor of Candor Lied" It was the Brockways who gave Bill his first sweet taste of Christmas, and it came not a moment too soon. He would not know their name until...
Author note: this chapter is an edited version of part of my Literotica story 'La Contessa's Slave Girl'. Warning: this chapter contains non-consensual scenes Chapter 13: Revenge The week passes. It's not long before I'm waiting for La Contessa underneath the portico at the entrance to her palace, the imposing marble staircase fanning out before me tow...
Chapter 3 Making Deals **Characters and text are protected under copyright law Disclaimer: This story is not meant as 'erotica', but dark adventure-fantasy. It may contain material that sensitive readers might find uncomfortable. Please be advised. Cornelius sneered at his image within the large mirror, vainly soaking in all the handsome details of his r...
A femme fatale story, inspired by the stories of Edgar Allan Poe, traditional New England sailing lore, and the myths of Ancient Greece. *** My name is Captain William F. Lowell, son of the wealthy shipping magnate Samuel Lowell of New Bedford, Massachusetts. I took the helm of the merchant vessel, Valkyrie, which, having departed from the city of Boston,...
1830. Kensington, London. Natasha considered her painted face and exposed skin in the reflection of the window and with a final look of resignation, set off from the small room that had been her home for the past three weeks. Before she left, she gave a last, brief glance to the space she shared with three other girls, her eyes straying to her small bed pal...
Shortly after re-materialising inside the lamp chamber, Clara realised that she had been re-dressed in the pink harem costume. She let out an irritated sigh and wasted no time in calling on her magic to change her apparel into a white blouse and track pants. After quickly looking her new outfit over, she walked over to the volume of Zhiasa's journal that she...
Johnny enjoyed the simple things in life. Pleasure and pain, his pleasure, someone else's pain. Born of money and neglected by his parents who were more worried about the latest jet set place to vacation, Johnny had little to guide his life toward a more fruitful way of living. The bottom line was Johnny cared little about anyone or anything. He became a wom...
A pleasant breeze wafted off the coast onto the terrace dining area, pleasant in the ninety-eight degree weather, a perfect day with clear skies and a few dreamy clouds floating far above. The light summer breeze maintaining a cooler temperature than the sun endangered. The ocean a blanket graduating in colour from blue gray to a startling blue then aquamari...