(based on the Gor fiction of John Norman) The Slavers of the great port of Schendi threw a festival for the whole city, on the occasion of the groundbreaking for their new library cylinder. Even before the Sky was streaked by rosy-fingered Dawn, on the cleared land where the Slaver library would one day stand, a good many stalls were set up to provide free...
Authors Note: This is a chapter in this series primarily based in BDSM practises. If that is not to your tastes please stop reading and find one of the other wonderful stories on this site more suited to your kink. Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. ~ellie ***** Bella had been beyond bus...
They removed Blainey's body from the camp as dawn was breaking. They wrapped her in an old fur, and two of the girls carried her for several hours, until their arms were aching. Then they left her on the ground. Panthers aren't sentimental about dead bodies. Blainey would return to the forest. Back at the camp, they divided up the dead girl's few possessi...
"Yes girl, relax. You'll have chores to do soon, and then clean yourself." "Yes Master," she says with and sigh and she closes her eyes enjoying the peace of the moment. With her eyes closed and her head resting in between her Master's neck and shoulder she lets her mind drift to the events that brought her here to her master. About her life back on Earth…...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
The flickering torches burning in the upper towers of Castle Wareg blended in with the stars twinkling in dark, moonless sky. It created a surreal impression that the castle was only partially of this world; like an ethereal castle of shadow that faded in and out of the world in times of great importance. Twice now Jeanette had come to its gates. The first t...
Warning; this is not a fun, entertaining graphic encounter story. When I posted the first part of these memoires, I'd meant to enter it under 'non-erotic', as I know it's not what many come here looking for. It showed up under BDSM, and I'm not sure if that's because I pressed some wrong button, somewhere, or if someone along the way thought better of my ide...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
(Thanks to everyone for the comments and votes! We're getting there, and yes eventually there WILL be an erotic element to this story! As always, any character in any of my stories that engages in any kind of sexual activity is over the age of 18.) * Sally dropped to her hands and knees as she reached the edge of the tall grass, her eyes locked on the sma...
Any character engaging in any kind of sexual activity in this or any of my stories is over the age of 18. ***** Panther Tales II-Snow's Story Part One 'At least it's finally over,' Sally thought as she walked awkwardly toward the sleen pens. A guard held each of her biceps, towering over her small frame, making sure she didn't fall. Her hands were cuffed...