'Where...am...I...' As my eyes slowly adapts to the bright light shining above me, I look around in attempt to assess the current situation I am in but to no avail. Apart from the single spotlight above my head, I was surrounded by darkness, bound to a chair with my hands tied behind the chair together and each ankle to each of the chair legs. Finally grasp...
The phone started ringing at the Clarkson household around 12:30pm. Brittany rolled over on her back and answered the phone in a sleepy tone of voice. "Hello?" Brittany answered. "Is this Brittany Clarkson?" asked the male caller. "Yes... This is she," Brittany replied. "This is Mark Sampson from Corny Dog. I've reviewed your application and like what I...
The monk arrived at the monastery just before dusk, as the chill mountain winds began to awake. Freed from the setting sun's embrace, their fingers poked and prodded at the layers of wool that covered humanity's frailty. A cold place. A dangerous place for the unprepared. Or the unwilling. For the monk, though, it was home. Frost had accumulated on his beard...
While Takafumi doesn't have a cock, he does have a tail and the little bastard keeps on giving him away! With stiffness, his new appendage wags and waves. Thumping loudly against the computer desk. Each fleshy thwap sending Takafumi through the wringer of high school flavored memories. Shitty afternoons jerking it in a public toilet. Crappy night under thi...
Disclaimer: This story contains sex, violence, bondage, rape, and immortality. It follows the themes in 'Highlander' where immortals live among mortals. These immortals cannot die nor have children. When one immortal takes the head of another, they undergo a "quickening" which brings them one step closer to the final gift. The story includes the character Do...
Awakening to the sun peeking through the curtains, Mary marveled at how wonderful it was to have some time to herself. After all the kids were wither ex-husband this weekend, so she only had plans to enjoy the beautiful weather and the little time she had to herself. Her only plans for the weekend were to do some shopping. Maybe get a new outfit to wear to w...
A cigarette hanged from between the thin lips of the boy called Hate. Those glowing embers did nothing to light the room, and the glow only partially illuminated his sharp, hawk-like face. His dark brown eyes scanned the room slowly, and a small smile raised on the corner of his lips. Though the room was hardly lit at all, he could see it perfectly. Just ch...
Brianne stands glowering in front of the priest, her curvy body decently covered by the layers and layers of fabric that goes into a noblewoman's wedding gown, her long fall of brown hair covered by the headpiece and veil. Sneaking a look at her soon to be husband, as the priest drones on and on about the sanctity of marriage, she again thinks about running...
The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather uninterestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn, placing it at 23 Acacia Avenue, next to the mythical whore of Iron maiden fame. The numbers were faintly unaligned, leaning away from each other...
~*~Prologue: Thieves' Valley~*~ High in the stony mountains that bordered the Dark Ocean was a foreboding castle that nestled between two jagged peaks called the Twin Daggers. The peaks were called as such because they pierced into the sky rather than rose gently, and because the men who had discovered them thousands of years in the past had not been very c...