Rose had allowed herself to be enslaved by her master because he seemed so kind and caring at the time. He had sworn to temper her spirit in readiness for "the rapture" and committed himself to work her mind and body into a state of molten sexuality. She smiled to herself for a moment as she remembered his sincerity and dare she think it, his strange submiss...
"Fool! It has been too long!" The demonic voice echoed round the tiny house in Chelsbay. In the living room, flames crackled, yet strangely failed to burn anything. Leicester O'Donnell cowered before the cruel entity standing there. "Mercy, Master... Mercy!" "NO MERCY! My children grow hungry. We gave you all you asked, and your paym...
***NOTE*** This story is a part of my ongoing series called Trouble Texas Style (Night Walker's Woman, Tight Fittin' Jeans, One Night Stand, and soon to include Goodbye Earl). These are complex and interwoven tales that cross genres, including erotica, romance, and suspense. I have kept them separate as opposed to hopping from character to character chronol...
*Doing the correct thing is good; doing right and confounding your enemies at the same time is golden* (Thank you Frontma for coming through again) (This one picks up soon after the previous chapter ends) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)...
*If you make one person happy, you save the World. Make a million people happy and you become a politician* (Thanks for Fortima's presence fixing so many of my mistaks (Oddly there is no sex in this chapter; just prepping for the next rollercoaster) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd lik...
Author's note-all characters in this story are adults over the age of 18. 'Girl' is the designation used for all female slaves, no matter how old, and the Panthers use the same designation to show their contempt for the whole slaving system. ***** Part One - The Trap The Panther girl called Snow reached out a hand and touched her companion's elbow as they...
She turned the corner in the dark stone corridor. The moon cast blue shadows against the cold stone walls. Behind her, she could hear the shouting of guards in the distance, but more pressing was the sound of a pair of hurried shoes, clicking across the floor behind her. Pennington wasn't far behind. His coat flapped behind him like a cape, his sword drawn,...
This is a five-part "tandem" story, written by two writers (Katherine English and Steven Whitman). Part V: Her The chill of the air conditioning assails my flesh as I feel my clothing part and my skin attempt to adapt to its altered state. My blouse...my favorite...a Victorian dream, lays in tatters about my feet. All that is left are my stockings, held i...
Father Gregory O'Malley sat up straighter in his leather swivel chair at the sound of a knock on his office door. He paused a minute to gather his thoughts and calm his racing heartbeat. Father Gregory was only 33, young by the standards of the church. He had come to Holy Innocents Catholic School five years before, and was now the chaplain and spiritual hea...
Ben Quinn pulled his work truck up to the old cottage near the end of Fish Hatchery Road, and after the burly plumber killed the engine he looked out to the weathered home he was called to service, guessing that the aging place was a lot like its owner. Glancing at his retired father's ledger, in which he had kept meticulous records over the years, he saw a...