The horse's wings beat slowly but steadily as it flew across a kingdom with no king. The mount was tired, but his heart was strong and he continued without complaint, as if sensing the need for this urgent flight. His rider was equally weary, but that weariness came more from a burden on the soul than any fatigue of body or limb. The wind that blew through...
It wasn't much, just a single room efficiency apartment with a small bath, but it was enough. Until Keri could get back on her feet, it would do. Of course, she'd never really get back on her feet, not her real feet at least, since they were both gone now along with the rest of both legs just below her knees.... ....She didn't remember all that much after...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...
Duane's senses were starting to dull, the drive through the mountains thus far had been boring compared to what they had in the valley. They would make North Fork soon if they didn't run into any trouble, he thought, and he couldn't wait for that. Dogs may like to roll around in manure, he thought, but his human side found it tough to take the stench hour af...
CHAPTER 5 - THE SLAVE MARKET Bagoas and his body servant and protege Hamid, as told in the previous chapter, accompanied their master Governor Glaoui of Ouarzazate to Casablanca. Bagoas was a powerful person, the Overseer of the Governor's harem, and he and his servant had made the journey because the Governor intended to display his wealth and position by...
Sci-fi... science fiction. The very word conjures to mind spaceships, intergalactic civilization, laserbeams and robots. Or, maybe it just conjues up images of slightly overweight nerds in glasses who are obsessed with TV shows and live in their parents basement. Which is unfortunate, even if there is some grain of truth in it. I'll admit it. I'm a little n...
"Ajei, you've been bitten, you now bear the curse of the Skin Walker, when the next full moon rises, you will become one of them, we should kill you for your own good," those were the last words that my father, Hashkeh Naabah, Chief of the Navajo Nation, said to me, the night I came back from collecting fruit in the woods. I got attacked by what I thought wa...
Mrs Pardoe's heart pounded like steam-hammer as she made her way to her room. It had been such a long time since she'd had a young girl to herself, to take command of, to admire and to love, and she knew Mrs Amos's niece Lizzie was a real doll. On the way she passed the Joanna television-person ensconced with Gloria in the stair well of the third floor, bot...
3: Sister Catherine and the Cane. "By Jove," thought Reginald Biggs to himself, "Mrs. Pew doesn't half have a backside on her and no mistake." He put on his best smile as the lady in question came up to him with her world-weary husband in tow. The poor sod. Fancy having to service an old battleaxe like that week in and week out. No wonder he looked like he'...
Peter Edgar was very rich and very famous. Both came from his late father. He, the father, created the fortune by developing software, scorching and buying up competitors, and shipping it, bugs and all, until it obtained dominance in its market. The money, and the fame, came to Peter, an only child, when his parents died in a Gulfstream crash in 2012. Soon t...