Disclaimer. I do not own either One Piece or Ranma 1/2 and have no rights to the characters. All characters in these stories are eighteen years of age or older. Prologue: A heavy set man slams his fist down on the head of a small crying boy who is knuckling his eyes with his small hands. “Wa, wa, wa! You want your mommy! What are you, a girl?” The boy glares...
My dearest lord and master, This girl entreats you to allow her to share her thoughts with you. This girl stood in the kitchen of our castle and begged to disturb you with questions, questions of how she may serve you better. You regarded this girl with sharp humor in your eyes. Your brow arched in laughter. You reached forth and grasped most firmly the n...
The woman entered the hallway and looked around for her client. Her gaze fell upon a man in his mid-forties, nice build, graying hair, business suit and unhappy marriage. Typical for this massage parlor. Although they were all different, different ages, various backgrounds and ethnicities they all had the same look – the look of starvation. He gazed up and...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault It was intentionally written without names. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older. Copyright (c) 2014 by Acup I woke the next...
Mistress looked at her girls, pride in her eyes evident. She looked at the one she had claimed years before, then at the girl that she had just claimed. Both girls were in their thirties, both a bit older than Mistress, but that didn't matter to any of them, age is merely a number. While different in appearance, they were twins in spirit and fire. Mistress s...
Inspired by Chocolate Harlot. All pictures used have been reproduced with kind permission. * * * * * I unloaded the gear from the van, time was getting on, and there was a lot to do before the set. I was a roadie for an up and coming band and tonight was to be their biggest venue so far. I humped the guitars, drums, amps, lights etc into the hall that the...
The night was illuminated only by streetlights as Alex made his way home from the bar, alone. He was tipsy, but not drunk, and disappointed, but not surprised, that he was alone yet again at the end of a Friday night. Alex absentmindedly felt for his wallet in his pants pocket, a nervous ritual he indulged in dozens of times a day. This time, however, he fe...
This is the second part of my story about Rose the cowgirl. Obviously I would prefer that you read the first part before you read this part. * Life continued on the milk plant and the days seemed to go by in a blur. Rose kept having new babies and her milk production was always increasing as well as her breast size. She received more attention by the male...
The slave girl kneels on the floor by a corner of the bed. She holds a wooden bowl in her lap. The bowl contains some pieces of fruit and nuts. She is wearing only a scarf tied about her hips. Her gaze is directed to the floor. The slave girl is not happy. Since she came to my house, she has been the supervisor of my lady's bedchamber. Last night, there was...
Chapter 1: Attack of the Catgirl. Erin could not have foreseen how her day would end nor how her life would change so drastically. It was Friday night and she was letting her hair down, metaphorically at the Club. The Yard was a New York fetish club catering mostly to the S&M and Goth crowds, though they did occasionally have a swingers night about once a m...