Tranh stood legs wide astride; arms outstretched gripping the metal frame in front of her. Sweat dripped from her face onto her naked breasts and quivering stomach muscles. Quivering because she was straining to hold a dildo inside her shaved cunt, quivering because a 10-kilo weight hung from the dildo threatening to pull it from the grip of her cunt muscles...
Yvain Wair had not set out in life to be a Guard. He'd come to it by happenstance. He'd lost his job as an apprentice to a money lender—mostly due to his sincere lack of any ability with sums—and discovered that on the very day, the then new-Exarch, Lord Ked vai Ullan, had begun a recruitment drive. The Guard wasn't known for being an organization of much va...
The following story takes place after the events of my story Jaina's Discovery, a few months after the end of the Yuuzhan Vong war. It is also a sequel to my story Decontamination on Duro. This story was strongly inspired by the work of the author Joe Doe. Thanks to meathead96 for the edit. Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! * Jed...
Author's Note: I've got to admit to an oops/correction. Assuming you've already read the previous chapters, you might (or might not) notice that I have shortened the distance from Teclewt to Earth, from 97,000 light years down to 47,000. Why? Because I forgot to sanity check the 97,000 number when I started writing this story. The diameter of the Milky Way i...
In 1941 Russia comprised a fifth of the worlds land surface, but its main cities and industrial centres all lay to the west of the Volga, and it was this portion of the world Hitler hungered to take during the summer. During a ferocious German invasion the mass of the Red Army was quickly knocked to pieces in a series of colossal annihilation battles which c...
I stand in front of the huge bookshelf in the empty aisle of the library, staring at the books in utter confusion. The book I want is on the topmost row and I cannot reach it no matter how much I try, so I don't bother trying at all. Maybe I can make do with something in the lower rows. I see a poster of our college basketball team hanging low on the wall a...
Hello there, thank you for reading this small excerpt from my life, my name is John. I am a 22 year old landscaper, I am also a slave. I have many fond memories from my teenage years, mostly of playing video games, sailing, playing ball and so forth. But all that changed around three years ago. I was a highschool senior at the time (held back a year for inc...
3 - Dirty Pictures: "What the fuck!" VJ spat. "Paper jam? PAPER JAM! What's it mean paper jam? There's no paper jam because there's no sodding paper in sodding machine! I mean, that's what I was trying to do, load the bloody paper." "You all right?" I ambled over to him. "I swear, one of these days I'm gonna smash this load of shite to pieces!" He snarle...
Her stylus marked the last letter in the tray of fine sand. Reading it over once more, she checked that the message was safely hidden in the jumble of letters. She copied them over onto a strip of thin paper, blotted the ink, and rolled it tightly. The sand went back into a jar. The strip of paper went into a smooth, round-ended ivory capsule that she closed...
He was late. As usual. Never should have wasted his time getting the phone number of that blond stopped next to him at the red light. He was incorrigible. Mary was right. This group was going to be his last chance. He found it at last. Right across the hall from Overeaters Anonymous. (It had given him quite a start when he peered in that window!) This door...