Marcos and the girls took a carriage. The slave girls rode with Kaarthen in a wagon behind them. The ship they had chartered for the voyage was a caravel. A long slender ship with a single deck, and a raised half and quarterdeck in the front and rear. The heavy assault infantry detail would also be riding with them back to Pessilberg. After the voyage, Marco...
Katsumi opened her eyes, only to see that it was nearly pitch black. She shut them again, trying to stir her limbs. She was barely able to move before the ropes stopped her, stubbornly holding her naked body in place. Her arms were folding behind her back and thoroughly tied to each other and her chest, ropes running just above and below her breasts. Her a...
Part III: Bound in Shadows "That's her," Terren said with a sneer. "The one who killed Master Fyrio. His little slut." Annie glared at the coachman with contempt. She had given him the opportunity to be free, and he had gone running back to the slavemasters. She could imagine nothing lower. "You like being a slave, bastard?" she cried. "You followed us to...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Ethical Dilemmas are: We'll Always Have Paris. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and...
Part Five: Setting the Dominoes Chapter Thirteen ELENA "Spin around, Opal, show Sherok your new tat." I said to my favorite slave as the tattooist finished his work. "Master's Little Anal Slut, that's classy Elena." Sherok laughed as Opal shimmied her hips, the fresh ink contrasting her pale backside. "Well, Opal's such a classy little girl, aren't...
December 13th, 1885 While I had wished to set out upon the Gypsy's Promise under Captain Teach, the simple fact was that Mr. Bates' chosen man for all things nautical was simply not in the docks at Tarant, but was rather shipping freight to a mysterious, undisclosed location. Entirely above board, I was sure. Surely, Captain Teach would never mislead custo...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Hotel California was both an album and a song written by the Eagles, in 1977. This is considered to be a literal translation of the song, done as an erotic horror story. If you do not like horror, do not read; this is written in order to scare. This is also a bit longer than most of the stories I have submitted to date, but there is more sex in this as well....
"This is my son." My dad talked to two men in my front yard. My dad wore a brown sport jacket. The fabric was so frothy. The two men he was talking to were equally dressed in coats that were dressy and old fashioned at the same time. Their faces were dark and indiscriminate in the low light of the night. They mostly faced away from me. They had travelled ac...
Author's Note: Apologies if this chapter is too long. This story requires a lot of setup. This story takes place in a separate fantasy world. Many elements were taken from real life cultures and time periods, but this story isn't meant to represent our reality. Also, if you haven't read any of my stories before, I'll warn you. I love describing certain thing...