Feedback good or bad welcome for this story this is a fantasy and in no way is any reflection, satire or wish of what the real world is all characters are not mine also as a small note Serena is not in this tale as I wrote parts of it before she became part of the society so she isn't in it hope you enjoy it anyway this is a WWEkiller story copy if you must...
Author's Note All characters appearing in this work are over the age of 18 and are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ~~~ Foreword If you haven't already read The Headmaster's Office, now might be a good time to do so. It provides the back story for Belinda and Mr Gallows; much of which is assumed i...
The Hangman Cometh: A correction By Woodmanone Copyright February, 2013 (This is a reposting of the original story. There was a problem when I posted the continuation of the story called The Hangman Cometh: Tyler Rawlings. I'd had problems posting Part 2 and apparently the webmaster misunderstood the email concerning those problems and replaceed the first...
Author's Note All characters appearing in this work are over the age of 18 and are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Prologue It's possible I'm not Mr Gallows' favourite person at the moment. It's equally possible that I am in fact his number one favourite person ... OK, top five, whatever. It very much d...
Gray had a stiff erection as he witnessed the transformation of submissive male to a more than passable female; it was not the transsexual form that excited him, so much as the crushing dominance of the women in their complete remodelling of the male persona, and the profound pleasure they showed in destroying the will. As Elsa whimpered like the girl she no...
On the way home from the mall, I was ordered to drive to a remote rural high-spot and Parked the car 100 yards or so from a quiet crossroads. A lone wooden pole stood at the spot; there was no traffic or other vehicles there. Blanche ordered me to get into the back of the car with her. "I hope you enjoyed shopping with me; I can't wait to take you again. Wo...
"And stay away from the ivy." "Yes, Miss Agartha." "Friedi Shepherd saw it stirring just last week. That boy is jumpier than a spider on coffee, but you know it's not worth the risk." "I know." Cedwyn nodded eagerly. The apprentice was already packing his satchel at the front door of the stilted hut. Agartha hopped off her stool and limped over, using th...
Alan drove slowly around the old industrial building, desperate to know what was inside. His palms were moist and he was aware of how hard his heart was beating. He parked and walked slowly around the corner, towards the red door, dragging his hand against the coarse brick. He rang the bell, looked up into the security camera and introduced himself. He was b...
Chapter One Hundred Ninety-One: Story Time I looked from one expectant face to the next, but none of the four looked anything but determined. They wanted me to describe their deaths. I gulped. "First of all, please call me Sierra. I wasn't...I don't enjoy titles or excessive formality." Their expressions were guarded, so I hurried to reassure them, "No one...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan October 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * We were running late. We had intended to m...