"Alexandra, we have to do this, to save our family's name from shame. You will go to England and my sister will look after you. And when it's all done, you can come back home." Alexandra's father, a tall, well dressed man, looked sternly down on his wayward daughter. While he loved his daughter as only a father can love his daughter, he was a man of princip...
Chapter 2 Maribel: Origins Maribel lay in the bathtub. She had made the water so hot that steam filled the bathroom. She had enough hot water to fill up an entire bathtub for just herself. In her bathroom, she mused. Sure, it was tiny - the bathtub took up nearly half the space of the room, but it adjoined her own private bedroom that she didn't have to sh...
Warm afternoon sunlight filtered through tall, dilapidated buildings. The air was sour with the scent of offal from nearby butchers and emptied chamber pots. Agnes stepped lightly around puddles on the dirty, uneven ground. She held a wicker basket against her hip and a dainty hand over her nose while praying for a cool breeze to move the stale air. Nearly...
CHAPTER ONE Donna Floriella Deoporto Norvona de Sante Cruxes stood on the deck of the SS Pogona as it finished docking in Rio de Janeiro. She scanned the waiting crowd, searching for a first glimpse of her husband to be. The year is 1881 and Floriella is a 'Letter Bride' -, the marriage had been arranged between the two families via agents, photographs and...
The wheels of Eliza's skateboard clicked as they rolled over each gap in the sidewalk. A cool wind gently blew down the streets in stark contrast to the heat that bore down upon the entire city; it wicked the sweat from her brow and flowed through her tank top as she coasted down the hillside streets. It was a lazy Tuesday - though, so far as Eliza was conce...
Princess Penelope tossed and turned in her bed in hot, sweaty frustration, her translucent green negligee clinging to her young, unblemished, freshly nineteen year old body. Her rigid pink nipples stood out from her average, firm breasts, screaming for her to tweak them. Her engorged shining clitoris was equally erect, sticking out of her hairless vagina lik...
The Inquisitor led the princess along a winding path through the Chamber of Delights, past machines she'd experienced before, and many unknown ones as well. Strange devices, wheels and gear; she could not even fathom their purpose, other than pleasure. All of the devices in this room had but one purpose. At last he led to a large wooden frame. It was roughl...
He looked familiar. His long, trauma-whitened hair, melancholic look, and steely grey eyes reminded Otep of someone. His face turned into a look of disdain when he noticed the cute Anubis girl approaching her. "Who the hell are you?" He spoke in unconcealed hate. "Theo?" "Who the fuck is Theo?" The man had no humanity left, but a shell of hate visible to...
[Welcome to my next story. This story has become a little different in how I planned to write it as compared to my previous stories. It has been fully written up already, as of this first uploaded chapter. Doing it this way allows me to better proof read and adjust for future chapters before uploading each. I will submit uploads on a regular basis for my rea...
My older maid involves the younger maid in my punishments – Tarek Zia. It was 11 pm on a Thursday night, and everyone in our house was in bed, fast asleep. Well, almost everyone. I was in the servants' quarters, in my maid Rashida's room. She was sitting on the bed, and I was lying naked across her knees on her lap, while she, my maid servant, was spanking...