I had a job working for a major news company. They sent me to a small town in Sweden to report on the waves of refugees immigrating from Africa and the Middle East. It was a small fishing village along the coast, probably 8,000 inhabitants. It had some of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. It was an old town, very old, and rumor had it that the viking...
Beate steht darauf benutzt zu werden. Liebt es, wenn Mann sie hemmungslos abgreift. Ihre Titten massiert. Ohne zu fragen ihr Fickloch fingert. Sie auf die Knie drückt und ihr den Schwanz in den Mund schiebt. Sie als Fickfleisch benutzt. Als billige Hure behandelt und anspricht. Und ich stehe darauf, wenn sie von anderen Männern gefickt wird. Ich öffne die Ha...
"In Australia we keep our refugees on Easter Island." Said Lana, the tall dark haired Aussie to Jonathan's right. "That sounds fascinating!" He said in reply. The truth was, Jonathan really didn't care, he had come to Vancouver to represent his tiny Caribbean island's government at a conference. That being said, the very tall Lana with her wide hips and la...
Chapter 23 The refugees had set themselves up in family groups in the cavernous building in which they'd taken shelter. Ellerie made her way between them, careful not to step on the few who were still sleeping. The villagers' mood was subdued after everything they'd been through. Their headman's death the previous afternoon had just been one more shock adde...
(Writer note, I've borrowed characters from Amazon Tamed and Frontier Bondage) Barry's annual domination charity event was always well attended. The cause tonight was support for refugees of Islamic terrorism. Drinks and food were served by a legion of Barry and his special guest's nude slaves. No domination was allowed until the special bidding was ove...
It was raining cats and dogs and it had been the same thing for two weeks. The rivers nearby Kyrhan's palace were flooding and many refugees had found shelter in the palace park which was ten feet higher than the rest of the plain. Kyrhan being the former local Maharajah had felt obliged to let them in. Few tourists visited the region during the monsoon usua...
The crumbling remnants of the ancient trade route known as Imperial Way remained heavily trafficked, even in these dangerous times. War refugees, wandering bands of elves, traders and even the occasional military patrol from the North passed along this flat stretch of land where, even centuries after it had last seen any maintenance, a few stones and one or...
She was born auspiciously as the sun set on the Northeast face, strong in the blood of Bul-Kathos and destined for great things, said the midwife. Two decades later she was a foreigner awash on a sea of refugees, every one of which she stood head and shoulders above. The bloody sun never seemed to set in Caldeum, and she was in a piss-poor mood. She'd gone...
Chapter 19 "No, not that way," Gregor said as Sarette prepared to follow the villagers' tracks between two tall boulders. While it had been snowing steadily for the past day, the trail the refugees had broken into the snow was deep enough that it hadn't filled in yet. The two of them were at the head of the column, with Gregor pulling one of the sleds. Bet...
It was the great Captain America that pulled the distraught, twenty-something away from her brother's lifeless body. The 'lifeboat' was filling up with more Sokovian refugees now, and as they fly back towards the Hellicarrier, Steve helped Wanda shuffle along to some empty seating. "Just... leave me alone." "Not while you'll hurt, Wanda."...