"Well now what do we have here, a piglet! Where's your collar?" "The master had it removed in the smith shop." "Show me your brand!" "Here near my anus #MM-1245" She turned spreading her cheeks revealing her identification number. "Very well Piglet, were you ever given a human name?" "No mistress, my previous owner referred to me as M4. I was his Midget...
This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggesti...
The letter came one early summer morning. It was delivered to Callia at her home in Shepherdstown. Perusing the outside thoroughly, she frowned, as she did not recognize the signet mark. Another job offer, she thought to herself. Shaking her head, she tossed it onto her table with the dozens of others she received on a weekly basis. Being a famed adventurer...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
Kara had a far away look in her big blue eyes that never left. Her friends were perplexed by her self confidence and lack of phobias they all had. They spent a lot of time wondering if they were pretty enough and if certain fashions, make-up and other beauty products would make them more beautiful. Kara was a natural beauty; she wore little to no make-up and...
Welcome back to the story! I apologize for the hiatus I took between volumes. I had some health issues and had to take a break from writing. It will take a bit longer between chapters than the previous ones and this one isn't that long so more apologies. I will try to get my dead ass busy on the story. ***** Geran and Nicole – Chapter 16 Volume Two: Build...
As an 'older' writer, from a far off land, this time of year causes me to reflect many unusual experiences and remember events that shaped my life and made me who I am. Books that you study at school tend to alter the way you think. George Orwell wrote the classic tale 'Animal Farm' which parodied the concepts of Russia's Communist Government. Having lasting...
Author's notes: This is a sequel to the story "Three Dog Night". It can be read separately, but would be best read after that story. It is a non-human story, with elements of non-consent, fantasy, and hardcore sex. Please feel free to skip it if these are not your cup of tea. Please do not read this if you are under 18, are not allowed to read it in your...
His clothes were tattered and torn, but his face was soft and kind. His voice was soothing me as I spent my first night in the shelter and didn't know a soul. He was known as "Hobo Joe" from spending most of his life living on trains and in old abandoned shacks. He was an older gentleman, somewhere in his late 60's. His hair was a beautiful shade of silver a...
Mathew woke up in the dark. At first, he panicked, as he tried rolling to the right to get up. He hit a wall. "OUCH! What the?" Laying there holding his head where it contacted the wall he finally remembered switching rooms yesterday. "Grrrrr," He carefully rolled to the left and swung his legs off his bed. The sun had not even started to brighten the easter...