Isolated in the mountains above a tiny village, the two-story stone manor was both austere and foreboding with its narrow barred windows and high-arched heavy iron doors. In the rear of the manor were myriad gardens accessible to visitors from a walled stone walkway leading out from the main hall, except for one garden that a roof-high iron cage guarded comp...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
"Your tits will only take you so far," he barked. The balding dean grumbled as he leaned back in his cooshy chair. She had been afraid of this. "We try not to traffic in rumors, but the sheer volume of chatter concerning your exploits Lily, well..." It was the worst fear, the worst fear of any Fae: She was in trouble for having sex. Lily gulped audibly, alr...
Jul 12, 2010 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Chapter Six "Highway Murders" Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on June 2010. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincide...
"You will do. Come knell at my feet." Arms and balls bound, I stood naked in the unbearably high window of Anna's tower above the city as she determined my fate. Accepted? I was reborn. I turned away from the world to joyfully stumble to the supreme bitch goddess and fell to my knees. "Do you like these shoes? Put your head under my skirt. Lean forward bet...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Author's Note: Sorry about the extended wait on this one! Life keeps me busy. Edited by Expoh, AnnabelleFalls13, Michael Scott, Zald, and I.C. **** Vuntha stood at the top of the hill. Behind him, down the slope, lay the sprawling encampment of the People-Under-The-Mountain. The once-bustling tent city was emptied, devoid of activity but for the wind whi...
Two big beautiful muscular woman's butt cheeks were pushed back towards my face. Dripping with sweat, they glistened under the gym's strip lighting. "Load another 20 lb. dumbbell on each end of the bar honey," said Rachel, squat lifting 200 lbs. "Ok Miss McLish, right away ma'am," I replied with a hoarse nervous stutter, aware of the iron hard mass formin...
Crimson Succubus squatted before her thrall Nubian Nina. In an open palm dangled a pair of iron manacles, fire treated so that the metal was strong and smooth. Succubus placed a cheek against Nina's stomach. Bringing her free hand around to cup the thrall's ample but supple bottom, Succubus drew her closer, the she-devil's flesh burning Nina's mahogany skin....
The party was reaching a crescendo of frenzied activity. Tweedledum and Tweedledee were walking hand in hand like two little schoolboys watching proceedings excitedly when suddenly they gave a little jump in astonishment. Tweedledum looked at Tweddledee. Tweedledee looked at Tweedledum. They had simultaneously recognised the flash of the distinctive knife ta...