To make sense of this story you will really need to have read part one 'The White Hart' posted here in May earlier this year. It took me a while to continue as I got waylaid by a couple of full length stories I am trying to write.,. The third chapter is almost finished. Hopefully there will be a fourth chapter which will not take as long. Hope you enjoy ......
With a click of the maitre d's finger, a small army of black-clad waiters bustled around the table, clearing plates and bringing clean glasses. Within moments, the detritus of the main course was removed leaving just the candles, sparkling glassware and rich luxuriant desserts. The Chairman took her hand and steered her firmly, but gently this time, to the...
Chapter 23: The Surgery Jeff awoke in a panic as he gasped hot stuffy gulps of air. Where was he? And why did it feel like his entire world was moving, rotating? And what was that sickening metallic sound? Like chains...he lurched his body up and about, desperately trying to grasp onto something in the pitch darkness. His body seemed to be incased in someth...
"Good grief, mom and dad, how do you expect a fella to get to know anyone if he's constantly moving from town to town?" I was bored to pieces in the back of the car, and mom and dad's cheery demeanor was really ticking me off. "Pipe down, Brendan, will ya? This is the last time we're moving. It's such a swell neighborhood!" Swell? Sure. That's what mom sai...
"I won't let you fuck me. But I'll suck you off." She was sitting in the passenger seat of my car. She had half-turned towards me, a serious look on her face. Her steel-blue eyes held me with a piercing gaze through her wire-rimmed glasses. We were parked in a remote area of the parking lot of the shopping mall, a safe distance from the mall entrance and t...
My head pounds with nervousness as my hands shove my Civic into park. I know I have this interview down, but my mind still races with last minute anxiety. I spray my vanilla perfume onto my neck and wrists before exiting the car and straightening my shirt. I'd chosen a simple black blouse with gentle tassels from the sleeve and tight skinny jeans without hol...
"People always ask the wrong questions." A cloud of beer breath enveloped me and I looked up to see a typical Friday night lager jockey. Six pints in, tie askew, sweaty, aging skin loose and jowly. Washed up on my table, spun into me by a social eddy, pushed loose from his office friends by a strange current in the busiest pub in London. He looked down at me...
I pulled into the driveway and sat, pondering in the car, for a few moments. She was different, and The Corporation didn't like different. We would both be incarcerated or worse if anyone ever discovered her true nature. I ran my fingers through my sweaty hair. It's ok. Everything will be fine. She's just different, not stupid. Haven't been caught in the thr...
Ch. 1: David Jackson accidentally creates AINSLEY. Author's Note Hi all, this is my first submission to Literotica, I wasn't sure if I should place it in mind control or sci-fi as it will have elements of both. The first chapter has some sex near the end. Its primary purpose is to introduce you to the main characters and sets the stage for subsequent chapt...
My name is Charm. Well, that is His name for me, anyway, the only name that is important to me. He is my master. His real name needs not be spoken as I am only allowed to refer to him as Sir. This blog is my account, my personal experiences, as his Slave. * I giggled as I sat on top of him, my long white hair brushing against my new top. I wriggled my...