Dr. Kessa Brammer led him through a creaking metal door into the last storage room in the antiquities department. He stepped past her at her direction, looking around the chamber with slight un-ease. He was perhaps her brightest student, which was part of why she liked him. She pushed her weight against the metal door, which creaked closed, and latched with...
It took a moment for it all to sink in for Jennifer. So much for this trip to London England now it was a write-off. Her boyfriend Simon hadn't wanted to see The Tower of London so she'd done the tour alone and then come back to find him with another woman in their hotel room. She was going to show him she wouldn't take this lying down. No sir. He was histor...
Author's note: Here it is, the final chapter. This should wrap everything up nicely. This chapter does have some time skipping, but nothing story relevant happens in between. There won't be too many references to events that haven't been told previously. As always, this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to real places, people, or events are comple...
Luke paused to examine his reflection in a storefront window. He adjusted the line of his suit and finger combed his hair back off his forehead. His eyes locked on the strand of silver hair among the dark brown hair on his head that started at the beginning of his part and swept across his head and back along the right side. His dark brown eyes, well spaced...
Part II The sacred behavioural modification altar The altar stands about one foot high, a foot and a half wide and two feet long. The top forms an arch four inches higher in the middle where seven triangular rotating oak spindles span the width of the altar, about an inch and a quarter apart. Both ends of the altar are flat and smooth; only the slaves bell...
The summer air felt warm and a soft breeze ruffled the bottom of Ashlin's robes. The velvety material caressed the bare skin beneath it, causing a shiver to run down her spine. Usually she didn't change into her ceremonial robes until she got to the clearing, but tonight she wanted to feel the silky material against her naked body. She knew that she wouldn'...
Carl locked the doors to the offices behind him, anxious to get home to Joy. As he walks towards his car, he notices some shadows slowly brushing against the wall of the building. As he turned around, Jake jumped on him and pressed his fingers into his forehead knocking him out. "Don't want to hurt him," Jake says in explanation as he carried Carl towards...
A big thank you to Bella Mariposa for reading an early draft of this story, and for correcting much of my poor punctuation, all of which amuses her to no end. For example, I think homophones should be banned from the English language, but this only makes Bella laugh harder about my carelessness. A warning to casual readers, as with much of my writing, this...
The Sodomite pilgrims couldn't be described as great conversational company. In fact, as they had all had their tongues removed, they weren't able to converse at all. The conversation they had with each other was conducted in sign language and mouthing, but this was enough for them to organise themselves pretty well. Despite their various mutilations, they w...
From her balcony, High Priestess looked over the line of acolytes. They avoided her eye, hoping to escape selection. The priestess sympathized, but she had no choice. These young women had a stature and authority seldom possessed by females. Soldiers and kings had to bow their heads when the servants of the God Edes spoke. Edes spoke only to His High Pries...