Inspired by the new Bioware MMO set in the Star Wars universe. I own none of the characters, obviously. Qo'el's rescue had gone smoothly enough. The Republic wasn't eager to have the fact that it was torturing prisoners revealed, so a few borrowed files assured her continued safety. The guards hadn't been any more eager to face down a heavily armed mercen...
My stay in Bucharest was over. Divora had agreed to be my interpreter and assistant as we made our way to Moldova. The agents I had sent there to remote rural areas had come up trumps. Their brief was to recruit farm girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty three for the Club. The chosen girls would be trained to withstand the physical punishment and...
Thursday night bowling with the guys, that was the last thing on my mind, leaving work after a long day at the office. About once a month, I had gotten into the habit of skipping on the bowling and stopping at the local gentleman's club for a little variety in my daily life. My wife, Debbie, knew nothing of these "exceptions" to my weekly bowling routine. My...
We are climbing the stairwell to the Master's Suite. It is time for my favorite of rituals. My sister slaves don't appreciate Worship as I do. I am First Among Equals so there is a certain expectation that I would be exuberant about it. They are always jockeying for favor with Him. Even when they are being punished or disciplined, they curry Master's favor....
I'd been enjoying the day at the Metropolitan Museum of Art when I realized that I was being stalked. Yes, stalked. What else do you call it when someone follows you everywhere you go? Although, as stalkers go, she was very cute. Her eyes, which followed me when her body didn't, were very enticing, what my daddy used to call bedroom eyes. Her face was a pic...
Chapter Three -- The First Morning There was a dreamy sort of feel to things, but dreams are always hard to describe. I must have been pretty far gone and deeply asleep. There was an idea or sensation of a woman beside me, and I had a sense that something intimate was happening. The dream continued. I dreamt of kissing the woman beside me, and pressing her...
The first time Nancy Jean sucked my bulging dick I was thoroughly impressed. No novice mistakes, nicks or bites. Just a first class, best of breed, swallow it all, got to have more blow job. Later I learned her technique was honed through repetition. She liked to practice, lots of practice. Years later I unexpectedly found that Nancy Jean was the Blow Jo...
After hearing the clatter of the telephone handset smacking into its cradle, the three of us, exhausted from fucking for hours on the denim covered sofa and the sprawling bed, settled under shiny black silk sheets, sheets unable to lose their cool tactility no matter what sort of friction might be applied to them. I was wrung out, went out like a light, as t...
Somewhere in the distance I could hear a ringing. After what seemed like forever I realized it was my phone. I dug my way out from under the covers and groped for the offending device. "'Low," I managed to say, blinking the sleep from my eyes. "Sara, you little minx!" I recognized Courtney's voice. "Why didn't you tell me you had a sister?" "I didn't know...
Making Up and a Lunch Date Once my hands were freed I realized then that my arms had been killing me, from the position all this time, but that wasn't why I burst out sobbing again. Really hard again too and I thought Barney would think all I ever did was cry. Now I'm sitting there with my tits out on display sobbing and trying to massage some blood flow b...