Part 2 is actually a prequel to part 1 and is narrated by Det. Kevin Brown, not Tim Crane. My career in law enforcement began after a short stint in the Marine Corps as an MP and embassy guard. When I left the Corps, I advanced up the ranks of the local police force quickly, rising to vice squad detective within three years of graduation from the academy. I...
The water of the river came down first, in sheeting, pattering rainfall - timed perfectly with the flare of red light and the unfurling whump of Chirp expanding their umbrella from their soulgem. A single confused catfish plopped onto the umbrella, skidding and falling to the ground. Chirp crooked the umbrella against their arms as they clapped as hard and a...
Beastly The smell was going to attract someone. I'd pretty much figured that out already—hiding in some alley was only going to work for so long, the way I was panting and dripping. I was glad I pretty much never wore panties anymore, but I'd already dropped one ben-wa ball and I could feel the other one slipping. I rolled my head back against the wall, my...
The sea was ominous after dark. The moon a foreboding orange this night. The wind calm. Only the flipping of sails and the lapping of tender waves could be heard. That and lots of loud snoring. Especially from the nasal congestion of a certain Leprechaun named Lowball. Only Jack Ramse sat awake looking up at the stars. That is until the snoring woke up a res...
Hestia trembled in a mix of fear and anticipation. She had been dedicated to the service of the god since birth, carefully protected, nurtured, instructed in the mysteries and now, a woman grown, she was to fulfill her purpose. The harvest was in, unusually bountiful. The grapes pressed, the frivolity of the stomping through. The new wine had been decanted...
(This story has an element of near-incest, but is not the focus of the story. MST) * A slammed door ended the argument. The cold, suffocating silence of the house confirmed it was over as well. My daughter, Kesha had just left home saying she would rather live on the streets than live under my roof. Feeling as if my legs could not support me, I stumble...
Anyone who has read the essential 1926 "History of Witchcraft and Demonology," by the brilliant and tormented Augustus Montague Summers, educated at Trinity College, Oxford (a "fourth," in theology-but Oxford!), ordained a deacon and curate in 1908, but never after promoted because of accusations of Satanism-and improprieties with young boys (for which he wa...
Clint had seen her in the bar every week for a month. Doris was her name. He'd overheard one of her girlfriends call her that the second week. She was a real nice piece of ass. Just the kind he liked. A blonde with big tits and a tight waist. Fuckable. There was no ring on her left hand, but he'd seen her in the bar with a guy last week, and that's when hi...
"Joan Marie Hubert! Where on earth were you?!" Joan cringed upon hearing her mother's grating voice. The older woman was seated at the kitchen table with a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a tea towel, which she was holding to her nose. Joan looked down at the floor. Tears of guilt began to well up in her eyes. "Mom, I'm really sorry about what happened earli...
When she wakes up, Dan's face is close to hers. "This is going to be a big day, princess!" he whispers. She doesn't know if that's a good or a bad thing. He tweaks her nipple and softly kisses her lips. Should she be afraid? "If you cum, everything goes away." What does he mean? Her legs are tied down, ankles wide apart. Her outer clothing and her panti...