Author's Note: This is a queer, kinky, feminist retelling of the classic children's story "The Five Chinese Brothers" by Claire Huchet Bishop. I dedicate it secretly to Judith Halberstam, whose lecture on female masochism and the "queer art of failure" at the university I attended a couple of years ago (just after I'd written the story) made me think it migh...
Blake could not help but struggle in fear as the cold water began to ripple about his neck, snorting wildly through his nose as his predicament was brought home in no uncertain terms; his fear was tempered by the excitement of his submission, his cock slipping hard against the rubber membrane as he writhed in the delicious confinement, bound and helpless wit...
Without needing to say any more, the pleased women smiled at Gray and returned to the cab, Gray's cock maintaining its erection as he followed behind the women, with their comments on watching the disposal of males still fresh in his mind. The waiting cab driver looked down from his elevated seat and smirked as he watched Gray follow the stately women into t...
The mule was flanked by the two victorious horsewomen, and the hanged male's journey to meet his purchaser began, his cock erect and rubbing at the silken bondage with the movement of the mule as he squirmed, his anus tingling at his divine sense of helplessness as it clenched and dilated on the stimulating plug as the two women whipped mule and enslaved ars...
With a groan he awoke, mind fogged with pain and shoulder ablaze by some fire. He struggled to summon the words to curse at whoever had been foolish enough to brand their Guild Master, whether accidently or purposely. By instinct he turned away from that heat and immediately a fresh wave of pain swept through him from his opposite side, as though he had be...
Chapter 2 The Hunt Rick turned the key to unlock the front door. He had taken Ms. White up on her request to have him house sit while she was away for the weekend. He dropped the mail and newspaper on the small table by the front door. He saw the first note from across the room. It was a small scrap of paper sticking out of the book case. As he got closer...
By the time I got back to the slave pen Victoria's hands were tied behind her with a thick, coarse hemp rope. Another rope had been tied around her neck, with the loose end dangling down as a makeshift leash. "Don't worry," I said, smiling broadly. "I have a plan." Victoria's eyes brightened as for the first time in a long time she allowed herself to hope....
Never thought it would end up like this, didn't you? So yeah here I am standing before you with a sword of blood and gore .Whatever you think of me already is not even close way afar from the truth. I am not justice or truth. This is my story as a warrior who was completely driven by another force. Driven with Chaos. War. Bloodlust Evil... How do you li...
Chapter 4 – in a tight spot On returning to the police station I was ushered into a small room that looked like a cell. “Did you enjoy your time in town?” asked Josie. “Did you see lots of nice looking girls? I gather one of them wanted to show you her tits – but you were too tied up to do anything about it. Now, you know that you are in here because you w...
The primary idea of this tale, which caused me to try this story, was put to me by my friend Denham Forrest (aka The Wanderer), who is, or was (he has stopped posting to this site), one of the most entertaining and talented writers on this and other sites, and from the song Long Black Veil. (Check it out on YouTube if you like) The motivation for me to pull...