Chapter 10: Old Wounds Healed. For the second time in as many days, Junie found herself staring at her phone with distaste. The caller ID said it was her ex-husband, Greg. She let it go to message. There was no way she was going to speak to him if there was any way to avoid it. Every time she spoke to him, it always seemed to end up with him yelling and ca...
The light creeping through the window slowly softened, gently shooing the darkness away. The room was done in muted greens and grays, a masculine feel that still managed to be homey and comforting. The bed stood proud against the far wall, framed by nightstands in a warm wood that matched the trim and dresser. And just to the side, tucked in near the corner...
Meri was in an orgasmic bliss as the van pulled into the coach's driveway. The probes in her bitchsuit restraints were driving her over into orgasm almost every minute, brining moans and yelps from her bound body. Meri had been forced into the humiliating bitchsuit the other day as the result of a voting event held following the cheerleaders of Slave Unive...
Lamia wasn't sure exactly what was happening. She'd been about to take out possibly the most annoying, and certainly the most useless, of the Librarians and then her pressure points had been struck, her entire body shut down like someone had thrown a switch. She was on the ground now, bearing the pain of her sprained wrist and dislocated shoulder, trying to...
This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch9, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imagination. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or finally finishing with a running g...
Chapter 4: Sarah before the Court Sarah was utterly beaten, and she knew it. Brian, her owner, had been keeping her locked in a cage at his dorm room for the last week, only letting her out to use the bathtub restroom and to fuck her pussy when he was in the mood. Otherwise, she had been left locked in the cage, forced to wear a VR helmet that had continual...
Lana can't sleep. It is 3 AM on a Tuesday night. She gets up and draws herself a nice, hot bath. It usually helps to relax her nerves, calm her down, and allows her space meditate on the day behind her. When she gets in the bath she lets her body slither against the walls of the tub, and feels the water caressing her skin. She feels a pounding sensation in...
I awoke before my Master this morning. I know because I could still hear his light snore and his hot breath on my neck. His head buried in my hair along my neck. His arm laying casually over my waist, drat the cast, his hand should be cupping my breast. His cock hard and pushed against me. He must be having a wet dream or his normal morning wood. Must have b...
A collection of tales where various non-white (or mixed race) women are cruelly used, with a focus on raceplay as a part of the backdrop of their degradation. RACIALLY CHARGED CONCEPTS AND LANGUAGE WILL BE USED. Non-consent, incest, and more dark stuff will almost certainly be present. Enjoy. AUTHOR'S NOTES These stories, like any stories I write, are purel...
I fell asleep almost immediately when my head hit the pillow. The wet dreams I had kept waking me up. Jen suspended while I used a cat o' nine tails on her. Jen tied spread eagle on the bed while I teased her with feathers and vibrators. Jen cuffed to a wooden X while I took a crop to her. Patrice bent over the couch while I took a paddle to her. Where did t...