The League of Extraordinary Women - Part 2 This is a restart/ recast/ renewal of a series I abandoned a few years ago. * Shirley was pleased with the turnout at La Leche League on the cold, snowy evening. The last of the women were finishing up pumping. The group discussion session was over and Shirley began to think about the "special" group that met up...
Author's note: This is my fourth story with the lovely Amanda James starring. It takes place a few weeks after "How to be a Hucow". It is for Adults only and audiences interested in Hucows, lactation play, humiliation, and enslavement. Enjoy. ***** Amanda looked down on her laptop as she sat on her bed. The title "My week as a Hucow" was displayed at the...
In a lone castle up in the freezing mountains of Germany, Helga was chained to the cold stone wall of a dark dreary dungeon. In front of Helga was a sinister male figure leering at her helplessness. The woman with long locks of blonde hair sobbed heavily and then shrieked when huge masculine hands pawed her ample breasts for a moment before ripping her cloth...
"There are four hundred thousand reported cases of domestic abuse every month all across America. Breaking up the data it shows ninety nine percent of reports come from women turning themselves in for flagrant abuse of their helpless men. This is NOT something we can overlook. Our men deserve better than to have some savage women use their strength to h...
Her name was Crystal Hoffman. The two of you were inseparable throughout Middle and three years of High School. You were her confidant, her favorite companion, and above all the one she talked to when no one else would do. So close to one another that you were the first one she showed her budding breasts too, the first person she revealed her period to, the...
Your name is Skarnoth Hasoman, the greatest Wizard in the history of Ragmora. A wizard full of not only infinite wisdom but giant reserves of mana. The millennia of wisdom collected in your library and brain allow you to control the world to your whim. You stand at the peak of the world but much like every newly appointed deity and god you grow tired of the...
Dylan Goldberg wasn't what most people expected from her looks and origins. Long, naturally blonde hair, green eyes, buxom and curvaceous body, and born and raised in California. Despite all this seeming to make her the stereotypical valley girl, Dylan was actually self-conscious, insecure, socially awkward, and something of a shy nerd. She'd come to Italy's...
Althea Amberhearth sat at her usual spot in the Black Crab tavern. Few windows and a scarcity of candles meant the establishment rarely rose above dim light. Probably so that the customer base would fail to notice the numerous stains littering the wood floor. A shame the lighting did little to stymie the stench, as the sickly sweet scent of old ale trickled...
It had been a long, intense day of travel, but even as the sun started to dip over the edge of the horizon, the last few steps were taken, and you looked upon a gaping crevasse, the entrance into the dreaded halls of Drath'nalak. Inside was rumored to be wealth beyond measure, anything from simple piles of gold to enchanted jewelry, magic tomes, technologica...
This story has been restored from deletion, and the intro chapter has been rewritten to remove the work of the original author (by their request). The following is rewritten to give us a jump off point for the extant chapters. Admin rights have been passed to me. Questions, comments, requests, please feel free to ask. -Vestiphile **** You're just returning...