In a lone castle up in the freezing mountains of Germany, Helga was chained to the cold stone wall of a dark dreary dungeon. In front of Helga was a sinister male figure leering at her helplessness. The woman with long locks of blonde hair sobbed heavily and then shrieked when huge masculine hands pawed her ample breasts for a moment before ripping her cloth...
"There are four hundred thousand reported cases of domestic abuse every month all across America. Breaking up the data it shows ninety nine percent of reports come from women turning themselves in for flagrant abuse of their helpless men. This is NOT something we can overlook. Our men deserve better than to have some savage women use their strength to h...
Her name was Crystal Hoffman. The two of you were inseparable throughout Middle and three years of High School. You were her confidant, her favorite companion, and above all the one she talked to when no one else would do. So close to one another that you were the first one she showed her budding breasts too, the first person she revealed her period to, the...
Your name is Skarnoth Hasoman, the greatest Wizard in the history of Ragmora. A wizard full of not only infinite wisdom but giant reserves of mana. The millennia of wisdom collected in your library and brain allow you to control the world to your whim. You stand at the peak of the world but much like every newly appointed deity and god you grow tired of the...
Dylan Goldberg wasn't what most people expected from her looks and origins. Long, naturally blonde hair, green eyes, buxom and curvaceous body, and born and raised in California. Despite all this seeming to make her the stereotypical valley girl, Dylan was actually self-conscious, insecure, socially awkward, and something of a shy nerd. She'd come to Italy's...
Althea Amberhearth sat at her usual spot in the Black Crab tavern. Few windows and a scarcity of candles meant the establishment rarely rose above dim light. Probably so that the customer base would fail to notice the numerous stains littering the wood floor. A shame the lighting did little to stymie the stench, as the sickly sweet scent of old ale trickled...
It had been a long, intense day of travel, but even as the sun started to dip over the edge of the horizon, the last few steps were taken, and you looked upon a gaping crevasse, the entrance into the dreaded halls of Drath'nalak. Inside was rumored to be wealth beyond measure, anything from simple piles of gold to enchanted jewelry, magic tomes, technologica...
This story has been restored from deletion, and the intro chapter has been rewritten to remove the work of the original author (by their request). The following is rewritten to give us a jump off point for the extant chapters. Admin rights have been passed to me. Questions, comments, requests, please feel free to ask. -Vestiphile **** You're just returning...
This is an interactive version of my existing series of Freedom to Fuck stories, which can be found online pretty easily. In this Utopian vision of the future, women have no rights whatsoever and cannot say no to anything a man wants them to do. Advanced technology allows quick and simple body and mental modification, used by men to improve the women in thei...
Reports were coming in from the farmers on the borders that creatures from hell were attacking the outskirt towns. The king sends three knights to investigate the news. Knight Crawford, a tall lanky man with short hair and an untrustworthy face. He regarded himself a great knight but was nothing more than a rat. Knight Alice, a young blonde with A-cup breast...