CAUTION: This is the third tale in this series, and is nothing like the usual stories I write about fun, consensual sex among men and woman. This is a tale of abuse and enslavement of a beautiful young woman and, if you are discomfited by such things, you should probably not read any further. Brenda, or Raven as she was known to those around her, woke up...
"Oh God, you're not starting this 'I'm the greatest hypnotist in the world' thing again, are you?" Muff Diver said, as she pulled her face away from between Ponygirl's thighs. "We've all heard it before, Mistress. Nobody here believes a word of it." Mistress leaned forward, both out of interest and to give Assmuncher better access to the valley between her...
9-13-14 Reposted by request Seven Tails Tail One: More Than The Heavens (Sarabeth) ***** One Three months. Three whole months. I was getting a little crazy from being alone, even if I didn't prefer the company of most other people. I was far from used to behaving myself for so long. It was time that I did something about this situation. Three months...
Master Vic's story takes a strange turn as he and David watch the pony races. Then, at supper, he talks about Gloria. This is Chapter Three of four chapters. This is either a Sci-Fi story woven through a BDSM story or a BDSM story woven through a Sci-Fi story. If you're a Sci-Fi geek who doesn't want the BDSM stuff, just skip through that to the Sci-Fi stor...
"Delivery for you!" said my Mistress Rashida, calling into the building from the street, as she used the reins to draw me to a stop outside the office of one of her elven clients. I stood on my two powerful hoofed legs and brought my hand-hooves to rest on the end of their short chain in display posture, lest I feel the whip again for forgetting. "I'll be r...
Reading from the report, Detective Johnson read one part aloud, "'...she was naked, it was torture...,' you get that from the song?" "What song sir?" the younger officer asked. "Clapton, you know... Cream? From Disraeli Gears, late sixties, early seventies. You know, 'I was naked, it was torture...'." "Uh, no, not sure where you're coming from here." "Fo...
Sweetlips' body, gingered by the sun, was lithe and her lips were chapped from thirst. Her brown hair, with streaks of red and blonde throughout, had grown to reach the middle of her back. The soles of her feet were toughened from running without shoes. She had developed that faraway look in her eyes that comes from detachment. Dreams of traipsing into a cof...
Thanks to RickES for editing my story. I dream of having a ranch one day. One with huge acreage, animals, a nice house and stables. Only this wouldn't be any ordinary ranch. This ranch would be different because, instead of having the stables filled with horses, my stables would be filled with women. That's right, filled with women, on their knees waiting a...
As Jim worked away in the stables dressed only in his socks and trainers he felt alive, liberated. The warm weather had continued and the temperature had reached the low eighties so it was much cooler working like this and the joy, the freedom of not having his penis constrained was pure bliss. What derailed this contented train of thought was the sudden rea...
Rose has become something of a living legend around Saddleworth so I persuaded her to tell me her story for a small, or actually not so small, fee. I had to edit some of it and change a couple of identities but I hope you enjoy it. Angie. * I cowered in the corner protecting my face as best I could as the blows rained down, five, six, I counted, as they in...