You are the Herald of Andraste and the Inquisitor of 'The Inquisition'... a fat, corrupt balding man who has the power to close the demonic rifts that plague the land of Ferelden. You're definitely not the hero that the people were expecting but currently they have no one else that can save them except for you. You were a Circle mage at first, hired to prote...
She took ahold of my balls from behind me with a firm grip in her left hand. She had me on my hands and knees, my wrists tied together and legs spread a foot and a half apart, tied to either side of me so that I couldn't close them. I couldn't prevent her from accessing my cock, balls, ass, and even my backdoor from this vulnerable position. My limp penis wa...
Aware of Alex's desires for girls in lingerie, Alice wears her red teddy and black baby-doll. But she soon tires of this bedroom-game, so Alex takes a big chance ... While driving home one night, Alice recalled that my appreciation of girls in lingerie had reminded her that she had a few "naughty things" hidden away. These were the present of a girlfriend w...
They were all laid out there, on the pillow right in front of me, the artificially fleshy, almost neon-orange standing out against the white sheets: every butt plug we owned along with one of the smaller dildos . . . and the big black sword dildo that I could barely accept even when I'd psyched myself up and was doing this in complete and utter secrecy. He...
The Queen of Hearts stood at the edge of the pond and surveyed the scene. In the water two poor girls were thrashing and gasping for breath. There was a lineup of naked people at the dock, begging for mercy and trying desperately to cover themselves. One well-groomed man in his thirties was trying to bribe the prepper who was cuffing his hands. "I'll give yo...
copyright 2012 by Madengineer3 "Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad" (Latin: Quem deus vult perdere, dementat prius) "Mills of the Gods, Grind exceedingly slow, But grind exceedingly fine.", attributed to Euripides * Chad was sort of a useless human being. Unfortunately not only was he a miserable person but he had wealth and position that...
4 - The Bunker: It's early. I's dark. It's only to be expected in February I suppose. When I fired up my BMW R1100GS motorbike I suppressed the desire that the big one-point-one litre twin boxer engine would wake up the neighbours. I'm just malicious like that, especially at this godforsaken hour. I do the run into work on autopilot. Let's face it, I've...
This is the seventeenth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter VIII Goddesses are hard to cum by ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his ne...
Half the Woman The Valentine present from Christopher Jones was far too large. He must have remembered Sophia from the days shortly after our marriage. She was large. Actually she was more than large, she was obese. She had been eating badly for years. Five years later it was a joke between us. I complained that she was only half the woman I’d married. The...
Misunderstanding -- Casiama crouched low with her bow drawn, a hundred yards from the pair of conversing humans on the beach. A small rowboat had come ashore, not two-hundred yards from her, and dropped these two off before returning to the larger craft. The unmarked ship - or perhaps an uncommisioned Imperial vessel - hadn't yet set sail, making Casiama...