It was Friday evening. The stresses of the week had passed, and the stresses of the next week had yet to make their presence felt. Students were descending on Grounder's to rupture the newfound calm with chaos of their own design. The bar had an exorcism for everyone's pent-up tension: some people released it through pounding drink, some danced till their mu...
If you are reading this tale for the first time I would urge you to start at Chapter 1. Please provide feedback and vote, it makes me happy. ***** The alarm on his phone went off at 7:30 and his eyes opened to a profound blackness that matched his mood. He pondered for a moment, wondering where his anger originated. After all, things were going his way. L...
Zankoku first became aware of the new sensations as he began to wake. He was pleasantly warm and the gnawing hunger was at bay for the moment, not to mention the bed was actually comfortable, making him wonder if he'd been moved. He stretched slowly, feeling the protest of long unused muscles, but it was a good thing. His eyes opened, and he blinked, a start...
Authors note: Though heavily based in BDSM I have placed this story in Novella's due to the fact that in my grand design it will cross many categories available on this site. This chapter is very much an introductory chapter which will set the scene for chapters yet to come. I hope you all enjoy it. Please leave comments and or feedback to let me know what y...
Emily Larson sat at her desk in her white blouse and sharp, steel blue business suit of matching blazer and skirt, a folder containing a new legal brief in her lap, gazing out the window of her elegantly-appointed office. The late afternoon Summer's sun angled across her oak desk and bathed the room in a soft glow. A beautiful bouquet of flowers -- yellow ro...
--- This is chapter 3, Jack wakes up with a Pink Baby Doll hangover at Andy's house and starts a long trip down a very deep rabbit hole! Will he be Jack for much longer? Or is it time for Joscelyn to take control? Cheers! -- Joscelyn --- After admitting a long held secret desire to become a woman to my three best friends at college, they have rallied around...
Book Five. Madame Whiplash. Mabel woke up the next day, with her face and breasts, still stiff and sticky from John's semen. She had made him shoot it all over her breasts last night, and then he had rubbed it all over her face, the cheeky boy. He deserved a good arse whipping. The thought of him laying face down on a bed, with her whipping his naked bum...
(Note: this story takes place after my story The Clone Queen, but you don't have to read that one to get this one.) The maid was obviously a Prin. Everything about her said so. They precise, repetitive way she moved, the utter lack of boredom or wandering emotions which normally shifted across a person's face every few moments, but most of all it was her...
Born in the frozen mountains of the north, suckled on a tit as hard and sharp as broken glass, and deflowered by a very, very endowed bear, Val of the North (as she was now called) was not a soft girl, despite her incredible beauty. Having lived in the cold mountains where the wind blew so cold it could freeze a man's blood, Val now felt little need for clot...
Author's Note: This is a good deal more plot heavy than previous chapters. I highly advise reading the previous chapters before this. ***** Crazy didn't seem adequate enough of a description for the past few days. Clair hadn't slept much at all in the past week, her dreams filled with impossible imagery that she knew she would never picture. From meeting t...