The following story deals with slavery in the Americas. To make it as truthful and authentic as possible I have had to use some harsh and offensive language at times and for that, I apologise. ***** Phoebe Gordon was a slave. It was a sad and sorry truth for any human to have to bear but it was nonetheless true. In their hearts, every black slave in the A...
The moon was full and monstrous in the vast night sky with her own harem of a million stars, and I carried my girl across the lands, moving with such speeds that I was sure she thought we were flying just above the sands. But I held her tight, and she held tight back, perhaps more from fear of falling than anything else. But even then, I could see her stari...
Ronald couldn't process what to do. "Empty," he thought, "the whole barn and the fields." He ran his hands through the scruff on his cheek, trying to form a thought. "Theft? Who could steal two hundred head of cattle without so much as a noise? Insurance? Won't be enough. Weeks of missing shipments and a dead market. Now this. This is ruin. Nah, ruin came we...
Shenira leaned on her bow and smiled at the humans gathered around her in the frost-covered dirt square. They were a grubby lot, with clothes covered in patches, dirty faces and more gaps than teeth. They were superstitious too, and that was to her advantage. "Can you really slay the great silver wolf, Lady Elf?" one of the old geezers asked, clutching at t...
My dear sister, Anya, I just realized it's rather irregular of me to use your name when addressing these letters. I think I am beginning to miss you. Are you beginning to miss me stopping by every other day to ask for a loan? Things are only getting stranger here on Ambrosia Ranch, now that I've arrived, but at least I know at long last what's going on her...
One of the real joys of the holiday season is how the kink community comes together to celebrate. It seems that everyone is allowed to let their hair down that much more, to party like pagans, and to lose him or herself to pure hedonistic pleasure. This holiday season, the Houston kink community was coming together not only to celebrate in grand style, to sa...
One of the men approached her holding a leather collar in his hand and a leash in the other. "Hold your hair up while I put this collar on you." Sarah obediently pulled her hair up out of the way while he buckled the collar around her neck and fastened the leash to a large ring on the front. Then, without another word, he led her off toward the barn. On...
English translation by Pimanko. Chapter 8 Stephanie's First Production The days passed at the Good Breast dairy. Stephanie, who had begun producing milk moved into the second phase, increasing production. Having recently succeeded in extracting a half-liter (about a pint) of milk, their objective was still to obtain three litres a day. For that, it was ne...
Chapter 2: The Wilderness. New Jersey Forests, 1840-1855. It was a cold night on the streets of Victorian London. Thick fog swamped the city, so thick that the yellow street lamps could do nothing to penetrate the gloom. At this hour the streets were largely deserted, only the disreputable and the dangerous would brave such a night. It was the perfect for E...
Chapter 3 - Slaves in a new world The new world was hot, the sky a clear blue and the air dry. Every male had been collared and leashed; some walked on two legs, some on four. Alex was led out still wearing his humbler. Every petmale on the ship had been fitted with one. Alex had grown completely used to the view from all-fours, but part of him longed to st...