Sissy Slut was the only one of Isabella's slaves who had not yet fallen ill. And as such, Sissy Slut was the only slave in healthy enough condition for Isabella to play with. He enjoyed receiving so much of her attention, and she teased and tormented her tease and denial slut unrelentingly. Twenty five days before the next supply of Medication 42 was due to...
The way we got our handcuffs is an interesting story, and one that shows the wickedly playful side Shavonda let show occasionally. It was one of the things that endeared her to me in the beginning, and I truly enjoyed those times she let it show. The day after our spontaneous domination encounter, we went looking for the hardware to further explore our scen...
Hey everybody! I know I said that the first one would likely be a one-off, but honestly, I can't stop thinking about ways to develop it and so many people have asked for another so I couldn't resist!! Here's the first part of the second chapter - it's turning out to be a hell of a long one. No sexy times in this particular part, but Part two will be coming i...
[This story continues after Madhuri's Manoeuvre] *** Nene opened the door of the bedroom and slipped inside. Even though his wife was not at home he felt a little like a thief and looked around twice before approaching her computer on the desk. He started it and opened her email. It asked for the password. He knew she always wrote down her password becau...
A mix of blood and sweat drips from my brow and stings my eye. Wiping it away with the back of my hand, I survey the destruction. Men, broken and bleeding litter the ground throughout the village. The fortunate ones have already expired. The others, if grace be with them, will be stumbled upon by my men, who give them the sweet release of death. We have torc...
The first clue was the blow job. A blow job was always the first clue. Perhaps he had become resigned to the situation, but David was enjoying the blowjob far too much to become angered by the implications. The videotape of DEEP THROAT which had been a frequent guilty pleasure when he was a teenager had inspired an obsession. For nearly two decades David had...
A/N: This story contains killing, sadness, and a lot of other terrible things. Although I'm sounding very offhand, please don't take it lightly; you've been warned. Second- this is alternate history. I would love to hear about how samurai did and did not behave or who Minamoto was in real life- but not here. Please, just throw all that out of the window. T...
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. The characters, alive, dead or undead are NOT REAL. This kind of behavior CANNOT be done in the "real world" without at the very least some serious jail time. The character here is a psychotic monster and morally repugnant to even the most base of creatures. This story is meant to arouse interest and jar the senses,...
The nimble little RSX Type S pulled into the parking structure on Orange Grove Avenue. Typical for this time of evening, the place was jammed. Between Elephant Bar, Islands, and the AMC 16 Multiplex – not to mention all the businesses along adjacent San Fernando Road - you just couldn't get a space in here, or its companion garage across the street. Parking...
Supreme thanks to my wonderful friend and editor, the sweet Melody. She tirelessly attempts to make things right! There is luck, there is chance and then there is the possibility that the most unusual, unexpected thing just might happen to you. I mean, I guess you could be struck by lightning, or you could find an elusive up-front parking spot outside your...