Part IX Her My body hangs, suspended and tortured from the strap that binds me so totally...exposes me so completely. I have been ravaged in every orifice that I possess, and yet the cruelest torment has been the yawning hunger which screams in my mind each time you withdraw...leaving me empty and unfulfilled...praying for the release that only you have th...
Angel stared through the window pain. She had walked through the storm of discarded hours for months. She had survived from the scraps of scent left behind on his pillow. The gnawing hunger in her belly could not be sated with even a morsel of food. She was hungry, hungry for his touch. The buzz of her cell snapped her winter frost haze. The crackle on the...
Zac opened his eyes at the sound of the door opening and lifted his head as much as possible with his arms still tied firmly in place. When he saw who was at the door, his knees gave out, and he would have fallen to the floor if it had been possible. As it was, his loss of control only resulted in the metal bar that was keeping his legs apart digging into hi...
Mark looked at me quizzically as he closed the front door and shrugged out of his coat, draping it over the banister. "There's something different about you," he said. "Have you been to the salon? And is that... Are you wearing a push-up bra?" "Do you like what you see?" I asked, trying to sound seductive and not terrified. He nodded, his lips curling into...
I just wanted to thank everyone who has read my stories and either posted public comments or sent me emails. I love hearing the feed back and am thrilled to know Morlis has been so accepted. It is your comments that keep me writing. ************************************ "Janarra, do not marry this man." The softly spoken words filled the silent chamber, hi...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ "I'm scared, Harry. I don't want to do this." "You agree...
The darkness closed in on Theodore as he descended the spiraling staircase. The feeble light of the torch seemed to be swallowed up by the oppressive blackness, barely illuminating the crumbling, damp stone. With each step, the darkness and must grew as the staircase wound to its final destination. A great chamber lay beyond, its ceiling and even walls well...
Frankenstein, the lost journals. Hampton-on-the-bay, Dec. 18, 18--- It is with much foreboding and dread that I set these words to paper. For many years since my encounter with the mad man, Victor Frankenstein and his abominable creation in the frozen North, this story has weighted heavily on my soul and tugged on my sanity. But this is the story as it was...
He has me over a barrel, Jean thought wryly. Then she berated herself for laughing. Humor, she told herself, is not a normal reaction in this kind of situation. Feeling sexually aroused while you're being kidnapped -- that isn't normal either. A normal person would be scared to death. Jean wondered briefly when it was she had stopped being normal. She knew i...
When you live in a student house things can get pretty chaotic at times. Oddly enough they seem to get especially bad when there are long weekends and half the guys aren't home. We had this long weekend recently and after last class on Friday most of the guys had vanished. Most of them were eager to go, with the exception being Jake. His parents rolled up un...