Elanna stared down, her gaze unwavering and piercing. The red slowly faded, and the icy blue colour returned. She wondered what was going through the human's mind, perhaps she thought the half-blood was going to kill her, or sacrifice her in some decadent ritual; not that Elanna knew any. But that was hardly a point taken into consideration among those who w...
Chapter 2 – interrogation Before I knew where I was I felt myself being pushed into what sounded like a quite large, but unfurnished, room. It was noticeably quite cool in there and I felt my balls retracting in response to the lower temperature. There was activity going on around me – I heard at least one man and two different women whispering as I stood,...
Hello there! My name is Jane. Let me start by telling you a bit about myself. I was born and raised in a small town hanging somewhere on the skirts of the Rockies. Until my twenty sixth year, I had a pretty regular life. Like everybody else, I started by shitting my pants, then I went to school. I had a pretty boring time there. Once I graduated, I found a s...
"Are you sure this is what Khadgar intended?" Pinter asked from the saddle of her silverback Talbuk. Corneas sat high on his mount and stuck out his chest, the typical reaction Pinter had seen from the Night Elf whenever she or Mandala asked him something concerning the Archmage. "I speak only what the mage tells me," Corneas said. "If there's a possibilit...
Getting a little Sci-fi here. Why not? * Sailors and marines stood at attention for their Captain. This peculiar planet needed explaining to these young men and women, especially those who had never been there. "First, nudity is accepted here. You are expected to be professional, but, what you do down there with or without your clothes, is none of my busi...
This is my second story to take place in the shared universe created / structured by the author Stormbringer. In Stormbringer's The Coxville Curse, the buxom white female inhabitants of Coxville County find themselves succumbing to the hugely endowed black men that they'd previously never considered in any way, let alone sexually. This happens because of a...
"Damn Westlaw, anyway," she muttered under her breath, cursing the legal publisher, realizing she would have to walk all the way back to the law library for the right case book. For an hour she had sat on a park bench as the sky grew dark, hoping to find the case whose number she had jotted on a napkin at lunch. She should never have accepted that second dr...
Huge thanks to Nick for his help with editing. Enjoy! ——Dettella—— Dettella was jostled roughly by the stampede of elven nobles. The wave of panicked people shoving her as she attempted to get back to the rail. She stumbled under the pressing crowd and fell to her knees. Booted feet kicked her and high heeled shoes trampled uncaringly in their frantic se...
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...
I awaken to the sunrise and remember having dug my grave. After that horror fades from my mind, I smile as the memory of my Nazi captor penetrating every one of my orifices. I am lying in bed next to him, naked, shivering in the morning cold. He is still asleep, naked also, lying on his stomach, snoring loudly. His right hand is wrapped around the handle of...