Author's note: The Depths of Depravity series is an anthology of short, stand-alone stories. They're written from a first- and second-person perspective, with the first-person character being a nameless, faceless, dominant man, and the second-person character a submissive woman. I've kept the physical descriptions of these characters as light as possible, so...
"Hide!" That's all that was on THEIR mind. The only thought that had survived in THEIR minds was to survive. Knowing that they were all after THEM, there was only one way. Unfortunately, in THEIR case it was anything but paranoia. It was really hunted by everyone. The genetic memory of its race had given THEM all the images of its predecessors and...
Right now: I am in a small basement room, bright with studio lighting. I am naked save for a thick leather hood, stiff latex corset around my middle, thigh-high latex stockings, and leather heels. The hood, corset, and stockings are shiny black, the heels sports-car red, though I cannot see them. Or much of anything. I am in a hands-and-knees posture, m...
She was blindfolded. Attendants guided her to an unknown room. She guessed it was large, there were many steps between the sound of the opening door and where they stopped but she didn't know for sure. She never knew. Without saying a word to her, they positioned her, their disembodied hands maneuvering her wherever they wanted. The soft fabric of their rob...
I awake to black, I'm confused, disoriented. I can feel the soft felt covering my eyes, I'm still blindfolded. My mind starts to slide into focus I can feel the leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles tethering me, spread eagle, to the four poser bed. I test my bonds pulling on them. They don't budge. My jaw aches from being forced open by the ball gag you...
I awake to black, I'm confused, disoriented. I can feel the soft silk covering my eyes. I'm still blindfolded. My mind starts to slide into focus. I can feel the leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles tethering me, spread eagle, to the four poster bed. I test my bonds pulling on them. They don't budge. My jaw aches from being forced open by the ball gag y...
Slutslave I get wet thinking back to how you served as excellent entertainment at my party - part art piece, part human piñata. Kneel at my feet and worship at the creamy shrine of my Goddesshood while I bask in the memories... After you were bound and suspended, you were cruelly tormented for the entertainment of my guests. It gave me great pleasure to...
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting pain, including caning. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are...
Chapter 2: The Spider Priestess © 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004 This story was previously posted on a site that is no longer fully functional * * * * * "Where are we going anyway?" the woman asked, squirming to get more comfortable in her saddle. "Kal-sorak. I have a friends there, and I need to put our wealth in a safe place," her companion responded, scannin...
The warbling of songbirds filling his ears, Jakal awoke with his usual stiffness, but for the first time he did not hesitate to caress the skin of the woman lying next to him. Propping himself up on an elbow, he lazily stroked the length of Sala's arm, watching her sleep. She is glorious, he thought, again incredulous he could have overlooked her all these...