Chapter 6: Cat's Paw He watched the ancient goddess pace the room like an agitated house cat, but he didn't say a word. It was not such an odd comparison, given the lazy felines strewn across every inch of the Temple of Bast. He didn't bother with the Old Ones, generally. While there wasn't necessarily a war akin to the Old and New gods in the Gaiman-verse...
The second circle of the Inferno was surprisingly comfortable. A strong wind howled outside, so the denizens of Hell had carved and built themselves warm shelters of whatever metaphysical rock they could find. The one Thomas was sitting in was rounded, like a gentle hemisphere, with the domed ceiling painted with a variety of indecent images rendered in a sh...
Anita I dangled from the ceiling by my wrists. Helpless. Bound. No amount of squirming could get me loose, and I wore magic binders that prevented me from fighting back with my power. I sighed, more frustrated than scared. Though I was scared, too. My captor hummed softly to herself as she laid out her torture implements. "Oh, this is going to be so much...
Well readers, I've said before I began as a horror writer, so here's my entry into the Halloween story contest. This piece is a culmination of some of my hardest, filthiest kinks or fevered fantasies and is one of the most bizarre pieces I've ever written. I felt I had to get it out. I hope, in turn, you get something out of it. He Lies in Wait The copier...
Max was bored. She had been gingerly pacing her small apartment since she had been shot the week before. She was no stranger to injuring herself, and was always edgy when cooped up for too long. Fortunately for her fraying patience this was the last morning of her self enforced incarceration. Another big issue was food. Max was not a big cook, in fact she d...
**Author's Note: I know I said there would be only three parts to this but I decided to do one more part then end it. Thank you for your patience for those who are keeping up with this story. Next month I'll be busy so no more posts after this month until the beginning of December. Enjoy! ***** Princess Freya slipped on a thin shift had crawled into bed be...
Thank you for taking a look at the first story I've posted here! There isn't any sex in this chapter, so sorry if you're looking for a quick thrill but that is not what I'm here to deliver. I still hope you'll take the time to read and let me know what you think! Be warned that there will be some mild non-consensual themes in future chapters. Also, most of t...
I would like to once again thank Archangel_M for his continued assistance, guidance, and grammatical expertise. I hope he will stay with me for the duration. Please vote and send your comments. -------------------------------------------------- "You may take your mate." The words rang in Guillame's ears. He saw no one but his little red wolf, in front of...
Hi folks!! This is my first story I've written and I'm really psyched about it. I can't promise any regular timelines because graduate school is slowly killing me buuuuut I can do my best to do a chapter every week or two... or three. This story is going to revolve around an M/s (Master/slave) dynamic, with elements of BDSM, bondage, humiliation, degradation...
Chapter Twenty-Three: The Devil's Son The wind began to howl early that afternoon, heralding an incoming storm. Ginger could hear the thunder roll in the distance, and the weather warnings from the radio barely touched her ears. Tornadoes were the least of her worries. She tipped another bottle and let the liquid pour down her throat. She may not have kno...