175 AD, Roman Empire They came early morning. Nobody expected a raid. Aelia was a slave woman in her early thirties working for a family of patricians in a small border town of the Pontus province in the Eastern Roman Empire. Like other slaves she started her day before anybody else in her household doing menial tasks. This morning she was retrieving the c...
I don't know what I expected. I guess I thought I could change him. That marriage could change him. It was stupid. I was stupid. I thought that after all the fights, after catching him and forgiving him over and over again, that we could finally put this all behind us. He promised in our vows that this would never happen again. He said he'd changed. From our...
**** This is my first attempt at submitting some writing to Literotica. Please be kind! This is a stroke story series that contains futanari, transformation, and incest. It also includes somewhat exaggerated (though not absurdly unrealistic or hyper) descriptions of human anatomy. Most sex scenes in this series are futa on futa, or futa on women. If that's...
It is 1897, the twenty-sixth of May. My name is Brialla Wren, and I know things about the world. Things that would leave the ordinary gentleman or lady afaint, things that would land me in Bedlam were I to merely speak of them aloud. Certainly, there are already rumors of the beasts that hunt the night - legends of the bestial loup-garou, whispers of the v...
After shitting out 22 pencils coated in nigger cum for the camera, the black men all applauded, apparently amazed by the deeds of this slut. Marg thanked them for their time and ushered them out of the house. Paula watched on as Lucy knelt on the edge of the bed, gingerly fingering her ass hole to ascertain if it was closing up properly. "Well done slut,"...
Part 8 Marriage "What do I need to do?" Eliza asked as she finally pushed herself up to her knees and looked up at him. She belonged to him and would do anything that he asked of her without hesitation. He could feel her inner turmoil as she dealt with those facts. He could feel her struggling against the chains that now linked her. He could feel her screa...
It is very hard to understand what happened and why; however, it did and the consequences that followed were devastating. The long-term impact can't be measured with any yardstick known to exist. The impact had to play itself out and only hindsight could be 20/20. Red light runners are a bane to cautious drivers everywhere. In this city, they are more the n...
There were two of them, both fair-skinned, most unusual. A large male in the lead, with a gun, followed by a female with binoculars around her neck, both with sun hats. She was smaller, and walked both more carefully and less confidently. I could see them through the tree leaves below the atti branch holding me. This was trouble on many fronts. Our small gr...
Joscelyn stood cloaked in shadow, leaning against the porches towering white posts. The strong timber seemed to be part of her essence as she stood still and unflinching before the fury of the summer storm raging around her. Lightening crackled across the sky and gusts of wind blew bouts of rain onto the porch steadily drenching her but she felt none of it....
This is the third and final part of this story. If you haven't read the first two chapters, please read them first. Thanks very much, as always, to Techsan for his quick and accurate editing! Thanks also to Lady Cibelle for her kind comments and assistance. Thanks for reading, please vote. LOVE IS BLIND Jealousy is the fear of comparison. Max Frisch I...