The room in the tower where she was locked up was small and sparsely furnished; there was a small bed, a table and a chair, all made of rough wood. There was a mattress on the bed, but it looked so decrepit and filthy that even the cave she had slept in the night before was a much better accommodation. They had taken her backpack, so there was no chance of a...
"Bags first shower." Fiona rushed to her closet and picked out some night things, she was in the bathroom with the door shut before I had time to complain, she didn't know it yet, but from my perspective, that was a very good thing. I waited until I heard the shower turn on, then turned our room lights down at the dimmer switch and lit some scented candles...
Mark had to spend the better part of an hour talking Louise down from the experience of being ogled and then approached by the church men at Denny's. Perhaps she had a touch of Stockholm Syndrome, but she mostly seemed to look at Mark as her deliverer, as the one who got her out of that place, conveniently forgetting (or pushing out of her consciousness) the...
I left Jawan's, hating myself for uttering words that were unlike me. "I want your baby," echoed in my mind. His semen was drooling out of my unprotected pussy, soaking the gusset of my panties. This only reminded me of the copious amounts of nigger seed that was still swimming around in my womb. What was happening to me? Was I starting to suffer from St...
This is not a nice story. There are two ways it can be told. The short way, and the slightly longer way. A hand over a mouth, a dark place underground, wide eyes, naked skin, sex, begging, spanking, kicking, shouting, sweat, even -- yes -- blood. There: the short way. If you want to come quickly, scroll down a while and start there. After all, for all...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 30). This story c...
Disclaimer: Note that this chapter contains rather frank depictions of brutal rape and assault. While this sort of thing may be erotic for some, if in doubt, I suggest that you skip over it. Later parts of the story will not be so off-putting. Escape I took a nap. One of those naps where you fade in and out of semi-consciousness and sometimes hear conversa...
We were placed inside a sizeable auditorium. I felt like a giant screen was placed in front of me, and - for all intents and purposes - that was the case. Dim lights made it difficult to ascertain how many people were around me. Truth is indeed stranger than fiction. The phrase used by many, but experienced only by the few. "So, did you find your way her...
"Mmm..." Anna moaned, her foot firmly being massaged while still soaking in the claw foot tub. "That feels so good." She cracked open an eye, seeing Sam submerged across from her, guilt all over his face. "Sammy, relax." She murmured, pulling her foot away. She maneuvered around so her back was against his chest, "I promise you didn't hurt me. So stop your s...
A/N: Based on "Without Warning" film. Sandy, the only survivor in the horrifying hunt. Those flying parasitic jellyfish-like things drained the life of all her friends. Greg, Tom, Beth... All of them have met their painful death. And now all their bodies were kept in a small shed where no people walk around. Very good place to keep the corpses, - she thoug...