Even the bright Berlin sun seemed to taunt Horace as he was led into the spacious and well tended garden at the rear of Frau Gerda Blucher's grandiose house, its tall impressive walls and mature trees keeping unwanted eyes from viewing the erotic debauchery which regularly took place there. There were many eyes within it that morning however, eyes which had...
I am Jack the Ripper. In a red ink pseudonym, I announced myself in letters to the Metro Police months ago. Later, on a cold November day; I sat on a hard-wooden stool, infamous. My writing table angled at forty-five degrees, I sketched her insides by candlelight, my last surgery. And all I could do was sketch them, reorganize them, like a bloody puzzle. A...
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. Chapter 1 I'm in my final year at a posh boarding school in Sydney. It's pretty cool in an old-world sort of way. As well as the normal business, science and humanities subjects, they inclu...
King Edward stood watching from the rampart wall as the burghers of Calais approached escorted by his heralds and a detachment of men at arms. “Silly Burghers,” he said, more to himself than to his Queen. “Why are they silly?” she asked. “I think it is very noble of them to offer their lives for the lives of the townspeople.” “It would be, Phillippa – if...
Enslaved in Berlin, Horace's miniscule remains of dignity, were once again taken to their lowest reserve as an audience of women including his sadistic Mistress and the fur clad Frau Luckner, gave spiteful applause at Heidi's demonstration of both her physical and sexual superiority over him, on the polished gymnasium-like floor of the upper room. He'd quick...
Barker inhaled the distinct fragrance of saline air as the van began its descent on the other side of a hill it had struggled to ascend, the road snaking down into the leafy Dorset countryside, before beginning to ascend a smaller but more prominent hill below it. Thelma put her hand on his crotch and felt the swell of his cock, smiling as she teased the bel...
Witches and wizards never die. They are here now and are here to stay. ...And so isn't Satan. Founded in 1623 with a population of about 41,000, as taken by the 2010 census, Salem, Massachusetts is a city in Essex County of about eighteen square miles. Nearly all the homes are more than one hundred years old and there are many houses that are more than two...
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 and Fantasy Night, now might be a good time to do so. It provides the back story for Belinda, Mr Gallows and Rupali; much of whi...
There was another tumultuous uproar as Agnes Fairchild made her entrance, the women guests knew this could only mean one thing; they would be treated to the erotic delight of seeing a male undergo the psychological and physical torture of being taken close to death as he was hanged for their pleasure. The cocks rose on one and all of the males present who re...
Thank you for selecting this little story. I trust you find it pleasant and not too gory. Happy I if it draws a hand Down to cock or cunny, Or, gentle Reader, were it deemed to be Dead Funny. * The events which so greatly affected the course of my existence occurred not long after I had attained my nineteenth year. My father, Sir Thomas Martham, was the g...