Capitulus III (Chapter 03) "Come here, Sylvi. I won't hurt you," coaxes Cherl. The girl moves slowly toward the bed. She is desperately trying to remember what the Academy girls did to please women. At nineteen, she has had little experience with sex, even with boys. She has kissed a boy and allowed him to feel her breasts, but she has always been terrifie...
Chapter 8: Small travels Mariah remembers Mistress Corinne was examining the hands of a slave, helping a human determine his suitability for work in the bakery. "You'll have to break him in slowly," she said. "He's lost his calluses from the field." Mariah knelt to her mistress's side, her knees apart, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes respec...
If you're new to this series, you can read the chapters in any order you like but there will be some through lines if that's your thing. But you might want to go back and give the short prologue a read. Enjoy! ***** Mary-Kate Lane has it all. Ten years ago she opened a little sandwich shop with hardly any money in her pocket and half a degree from culinary...
Prologus~ the Feast of Fatus Majorus~ Neophytes are Summoned Trevethall, the capital city of the Western Reach, bustled with celebratory anticipation. This was the day of the Feast of Fatus Majorus, the great decree, the yearly recalling of the Codes of Assumption which were revealed to the forebears of the Shining Realm, whereby they were bound in mutual...
April 30th, 1885 Ashbury, the United Kingdom The sea salt and fresh wind off the coast mixed with the scent of fish, of tar, of sailcloth, of unwashed sailors, and of sewage to create a pungent mixture in my nose -- but it was all worth it to see the wide eyed expression on Cynthia Boggs' face as she walked off the gangplank of the Gypsy Queen and onto t...
Chapter 7: Wounds Present day Mariah held the crook of Master Gabriel's arm. She tried not to lean on it too heavily. She could feel his warmth radiating through his shirtsleeve. He smelled good. Clean, like rain. She had never particularly noticed the smell of a master before, except their breath when it was hot and rancid on her face. The old memory of...
Here is the next section for you all. As before feedback is appreciated. Sorry but no fun stuff yet 😉 definitely the next section! Chapter 6 I tried my best not to stare but to see everything as we rolled through the city. I did get quite a few stares of my own. I looked down and realized I was still in the clothes I had been wearing when I jumped into the...
Even in my sleeping furs, the morning bit hard. The cold slithered through my clothes, biting at my skin, hardening my joints. It was time to move. All the cloth and hide in the world, I knew, made no substitute for warm blood. I sat up, wringing my mitten-clad hands to warm them. My legs shook as I stood. Taking up my fishing spear, I used it to nose open...
Foreword: This story might have been posted in several categories but it's the mature age of the principal character which is central to the narrative. The story includes strong sexual acts. The events and all the characters are fictitious. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback, both anonymous and emailed, is most welcome. ***** Janice waved off her daughter and g...
Chapter 16: Mariah is reminded of her place Present day As Mariah showed a slave boy -- man, Gabriel corrected himself, he was a man -- how to prepare a mustard wrap for his mistress, Gabriel peered out into the waiting room. Two left. A human (man, Gabriel reminded himself, just a man), standing and swaying in obvious discomfort, and a . . . a slave, si...