I knew I had brief moments of consciousness, but for the most part I was shrouded from reality. Snatches of what happened came to me. They never stayed. My mind put up all of it's defenses to keep me from remembering. Unfortunately, something so traumatic would never leave me. I wanted to wake up. I knew I wasn't home or any place I knew of. I knew a strange...
As always, my thanks to Erik Thread for his insightful and effective editing. If there are errors, they are mine. This is the first of a seven part, nine chapter story. I will be posting daily. * "Good morning," the nurse trilled brightly. The sun streamed through the window as she parted the curtains. "It's another lovely day." "Mornin'," he answered lis...
Paula proudly surveyed the young women sitting at her table. Charlotte and Jordan, as well as her three daughters, had joined Paula and Beatrice Patterson for a leisurely lunch at Marsh's landing. The girls had matured into beautiful, accomplished women. Charlotte, as it turned out, was a late bloomer. Skinny and angular in high school, she was now a woman w...
Chapter 8 – Master Hans Takes Charge Emma saw a figure seated behind a large mahogany desk, perusing a bundle of papers. She recognised her rescuer of Friday night. He didn't look up. "Thank you, Madam Amira," he replied in a gruff voice. "Leave her here; you may go." "Quick, take off your robe and kneel down," hissed Amira. "This is your Slave Master."...
When I wake, it's to a translucent curtain of brown hair in front of my eyes, where it has flopped over while I slept. The ropes are still there, I can feel them biting into the skin of my wrists and ankles. He is there, too, watching me silently, waiting for me to wake up. "How are you feeling?" says he, reaching with a large, square hand to brush my hair...
For the next two marching days the regiment made good progress, nearly thirteen leagues. The wounded of the 4th Reserve Company still slightly kept the pace slower than Rowan would have preferred but he would not ever offer a single word of complaint to the many still injured. They had fought and held their ground while their friends around them had died, al...
Yes I confess I'm one of those twisted guys who wants his wife to be thoroughly used by other men. In all my fantasies Heather was not hurt or forced. She certainly didn't leave me but was seduced and then well and truly fucked by at least one guy, often more. Unfortunately the major barrier to these fantasies coming true was Heather. She was a virgin when...
"In short, you are all property of the United Confederation, and of the U.C.S.V. Jessica." Sounds of discontent echoed through the mess hall, confusion and anger brewing through the draftees. The sound of assault rifle actions being racked around the group served to quench any thoughts of revolution. Silence fell across the room as the speaker cleared his...
For those of you who are reading Bitsy's Inhuman Submission, please ignore the spoiler. This is not a happy tale. I'm not sure even the end is happy. I also refuse to answer (under threat of pain) how much of it is true. ******** Dear You, I can't bring myself to type your name or any appellation you gave yourself or that i gave you. I'm raw. I'm broken....
So what is the difference between fantasy and reality? I recently did a scene with Louise, and found myself being talked into writing it up. And what I wrote was pure fantasy: --*===*-- "Please Master, may I be flogged?" She knelt on her cushion with her head bowed and her eyes lowered; demanding nothing, offering all. As normal, she wore no clothes, but...