Chapter 14: The River Arthur liked the Danubian clergy, mostly because the priests and priestesses treated criminals like him about the same as they did free people. It felt good to be spoken with like a human being instead of spoken at like a number. When Arthur was in the city he always tried to attend services; normally it was hard to find the time, but...
I originally wrote this as a chapter of Pleasure In Control but thought it worked well as a stand-alone story. I'm publishing it now because this is where it fitted in the original, between chapters 13 and 14. You might enjoy it more if you've already read the main story. This is dedicated you all you girls with small breasts - you can have fun too. *******...
The only sound in the jungle was the groaning of metal bearing too much weight and the pop of arcing electricity. Though the letters "ANTIOCH" could still be made out on the hull beneath the cockpit, the twisted hulk no longer even remotely resembled its former self. The aft quarter of the ship was gone, likely still in orbit. The cockpit was torn off just a...
I stood silently listening to the ticking of the clock, so loud in the emptiness that filled the house. It seemed when Master was not home, the house always echoed His absence. My back ached, my legs tired from standing all day locked in the cage where He left me when He went to work. So often my mind contemplated my disobedience throughout the long, lonely...
There I was, kneeling... silently... shivering with my body covered in goosebumps. I felt as though I had taken an ice bath and now was sitting down on the ground, without clothes, waiting for the devil to grasp me and take a hot drop of wax to my pale freckled skin... I was kneeling there... red spots, that resembled raspberries you would get as a child f...
Authors note: This story is going to focus on the plot, with sexual elements used appropriately. What fun is there in raunchy depictions if the interactions hold no weight? I hope you all enjoy this first installment of The Kineticist! ***** The endless humming was driving Kyle insane. He could see nothing but darkness courtesy of the steel faceplate cinc...
Prelude: The Beginning Annika "Anastasia" Marshall was staring at her body in the mirror, thinking. She was twenty-two years old, but physically barely looked 17. Her breasts were too small in her opinion, barely a C cup, and her pussy rather generic; not terribly tight, but not loose, not the prettiest thing, but not hideous either, just plain. Her hips we...
Author's Note - This story is the result of several ideas that have been fermenting for many years in the back of my fevered imagination. It is my first submission so CONSTRUCTIVE comments are welcome, but please be kind. Special thanks are due to cockslave, without whom this tale would not have seen the light of day. I hope you enjoy it and please take the...
In spite of being tired after a day of meetings, I decide to have a nightcap at the hotel bar My name is Carol. I am middle-aged and I believe still reasonably attractive, still hoping to meet Mister Right. And, as usual, I'm horny. Some of those guys I met with today would suit me just fine, but of course they're married. I pick up my drink and sit at one...
Part 3 We sat on the floor for at least half hour, most of that not talking him just holding me. He got up and grabbed a bottle of water from the side. "Drink and don't worry its just water." He said. I gulped the water down and thank him for it. He walked over and kissed me on the head. He then untied the rope still attached to my balls from the hook and...