She is bought into the auction ring and a hush settles over the rows of men standing around on the circular tiers. The auction master next to me asks me if I'm impressed? Just a few minutes previously I had told him I was going to leave as the standard of cows on show wasn't interesting me. He'd told me in advance that It would be worth my while coming tonig...
I wasn't crying the day he locked me in this cage. It was part of the deal we had made. I would be kept in a cage for the next 365 days and he would have the key. I would undergo his torture and torment while he demanded sexual favors of me. I would have no real responsibilities in the real world for the next year. I was checking out. I was about to be a sla...
Some Words on Goblins Goblins are a race of small, green-skinned humanoids. Of all the races in the world, goblins are among the most despised. Most see them as sentient vermin. They are not much bigger than human toddlers. Nobody respects them, though everyone with sense fears them. The reason for this is simple. Goblins capture women from other races and...
"I know why you're here," the old man says. He is sitting at the back of the club, still wrapped in a shawl despite the roaring fire behind him. He doesn't bother to turn, instead staring into the flickering flames as he sips a glass of brandy. "I've seen that look before, that hunger. You think you've exhausted every pleasure this world has to offer and yo...
Tempus Frangit By Denham Forrest, writing as Misnomer Jones Tempus Frangit, Capitulus V The craft that had brought Douglas and Myra to Simul's residence hung around until we were ready to leave, and then took the five of us directly back down west. As it came in to land near the cottages, we were surprised to find that there were many other such cra...
The silvery light of another full moon splashed across length of Sandy's naked back and the swell of her rounded buttocks. She stared out the window sightlessly at the full moon where it sat in the dark sky, taunting her with its silent perfection and indifference. Her eyes were dry, she had cried out all of her tears several full moons ago. She had dropped...
This is my Mission Impossible: a story limited to 750 words, tackling two issues with which I have a strong personal connection. An upfront warning -- this is a very dark story indeed so if that's not your thing, please move on. There is no BTB ending either. Unless you've been living in a cocoon, you probably know that much of eastern Australia is devasta...
Over the next few days I repeatedly pleasured myself as I studied the lovely cursive AC brand Agatha Crush had shown me. I couldn't stop wondering about how it might look on my bottom. Fortunately there were plenty of videos on the web about how to create a temporary tattoo. By scanning the image of Professor Crush's AC monogram I was able to transfer a basi...
[The Big Bad Wolf has featured prominently in many tales. . . and as in history, it is the teller that shapes the truth of a story.] 1. Little Red Riding Hood An Intruder was in the Forest. I did not move from the rock on which I was sunning myself, but my nostrils flared as the scent drifted on the cooling breeze. The Forest had been my demesne for as lo...
"The relationship of the body to the practice of magic has long been understood. From the graceful, almost dance-like, movements of the elven enchantresses to the complex gestures of the monks of the Lilac Tower, magic has been enabled, controlled and directed in a range of ways intimately connected with the physical form. It should come as no surprise, then...