He noticed her right away. The girl was chained with several other slaves behind the slaver's wagon. The platform in the square had been busy all day with slavers showing their slaves and the bidding had been intense. This particular slaver had pulled his wagon to the side and was ordering his girls to strip and wash. He watched the girls and noticed that s...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * Employer faced with laying people off in economic tough times, hires more people instead. "What am I going to do? I just don't know what I should do. What am I going to do?" After spending many sleepless nights troubled by his floundering business, ironically, it was Valentine's Day, 2010, when Edwa...
This is one of those stories where there really isn't a category to put it in. I thought about the humor category but unless you understand my dry sense of humor it wouldn't work so I had to settle on Non-erotic. Those of you who are close enough to me to really know me realize I have a weird thought process I have been known to come up with some really di...
Commissioned by a friend from the U.S who loves monstergirl-makes-human-chattel stuff. And I'm nothing if my friends are not happy. Femdom, dark elf, the works. Monstergirls raid humans for slaves for breeding and labor, and take care in integrating, training and breeding them as sexual pets. Second Person, heterosexual story. Enjoy if you like that stuff....
"Today is the day!" You shamelessly shout into the wind as your family looks on uncomfortably. You ignore their judgmental stares. After years of preparation, you're finally ready to leave your small frontier village and travel to the city to register as an adventurer. For two summers, you worked your elderly neighbor's fields just to learn sword c...
Just as I hear the door shut behind me I let out a quick laugh. The quirky little guy behind the counter had no idea what he just sold me. I am glad I left work a little early today. It must have been that "meant to be" crap the is always preached to me. I drop behind the wheel of my car and pull the Cold Steel Talwar Knife out of the bag. I look at the $10...
Steve Green is 46 years old and for the first time in a long time he has the money and time to do what he wants. He is married to Lisa, his high school sweetheart, and the only woman he had ever had a sexual relationship with. He loved her dearly, but over the past 10 years their sex life had deteriorated from seldom to almost none. Lisa had never been very...
I hate waking up before noon. I hate being told what do, how to do it, or what to say. I hate having to be around individuals that irritate me. I hate working for other people. However, I hate being hungry and sleeping on the streets. They top my list of Things I Hate and I was therefore willing to overlook hates number three, four, five, and six. I got up...
Back home everyone was in a good mood except me. I was the only one that worked and the three of them fed off me. Kathy would always sleep hugging Frank with her back to me. She said, "If you want to, you can kiss my back and my ass." I had taken to spending time in a neighborhood bar because I was reluctant to go home. I got to know several of the regulars...
This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank TouchTheSky for taking the time to comment on this story. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not. I didn't expect a car to be stopped in my lane on t...