This is a chapter from a novel. I penned this work a year ago. However, it has a certain charm. It's set in the 1820's in post Colonial New Jersey, where I grew up. I swear I know these characters, and actually they are local historical characters and I know where they are buried. I have played on their graves. Garrett Cortelyou was a Revolutionary War soldi...
My heart was hammering in my chest as I was led away from the Kitty Litter to a place unknown. I did my utmost to keep track of my progress as we left behind the warmth of the morning sun and into the coolness of the University interior. I could hear the sound of other people nearby as I was led along, the fact that nobody commented on my condition (with a b...
Prologue THE LAST STAND This story is a work of fiction. All resemblance to people or places is purely coincidence. Thanks to DesertPirate for his assistance. Through the dark he rode. The path down the pass was narrow to the bottom where it came out of the ancient forest to a small castle. He held is side where he had been hit by an arrow. He knew tha...
The Moon Spectre Moon Base August 15, 2019 20:53 EDT I stood there for a good five minutes or so watching the little arms inside the med chamber do their work. There were perhaps a dozen or so arms, but the only ones moving were two that pulsed some sort of energy at Aleena's wound. Aleena lay on her side under anesthetic while the two arms were position...
I started to pee. The feeling of euphoria as the pressure in my bladder began to ease was nothing compared to the thrill I received as a sudden nearby gasp revealed that those who had captured me had caught sight of my toilet. A very wet splattering arose from two locations as my pussy shower completed its arching passage into the air before gravity pulled...
Mistress was angry at me. She didn't need to say a word, she never did. With her indifference and disappointment showing clearly, it was awful to think that I was failing her. "Mistress," I said from my knees. "Please. I am doing my best." She didn't look up. For a moment I wasn't sure she had heard me. "Maybe you are, maybe you aren't," she said finally....
Sunlight poked through the heavy closed curtains of her bedroom, and Anya stretched on her bed, feeling warm from not only the thick bedspread, but the large male bodies that were piled around her on the bed. Smiling, she opened her eyes to see the still sleeping form of Sergei, who was holding her tightly against him. She could feel his leg thrown over her...
The girls were lined up once again, the giant chain around their waists. Carla stood behind Burcu, and Marie was behind her, just like they had been marched to the Iron Plains. Their shackles were back on, joined to their collars. They waited, under the gazes of their masters. They had been ordered to keep their faces high, but their eyes looking down. The...
Author's Note: This work is my contribution to the "Pastiches de Oggbashan" Story Event. This is a non-contest event, meaning the votes don't matter (just like on Who's Line Is It Anyway?). That said, I still gladly welcome feedback and if you'd prefer to read something not quite so silly, please check out my other stories which, regrettably or fortunately (...
The infinite sands of the Infernal Desert spread from horizon to horizon, undulating so slightly that only a trained eye could sense their formations. Above, six suns burned with deathly radiance, filling a yellowed sky with heat that could slough flesh from bone. Below, a thin trail snaked its way across the sands. Heavy dire camels, their tufts of heavy f...