This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Comments and feedback welcome. * * * * * The morning sunlight was streaming through the windows at Castleton. Helpers were busy knocking at the Novices doors, awakening them to the day's activities...
Lindsay awoke to the sound of a distant police siren cutting through the night like a banshee's shrill wail. He lay in the darkness of the tiny motel room for a few confused moments with his arm across his face, forgetting where he was, why he was there. Memories returned and with them came the cold grip of fear. He quickly lunged over to turn on the lamp,...
Mother awoke slowly, perfectly aware of her surroundings and condition. Slowly she rose up onto her hands and knees to back herself off the bed while glancing over at her spread-eagled daughter only 8 feet away from her. Julie was still attempting to support some of her weight on the balls of her feet. While getting up on her own feet, she glanced at the clo...
Featuring a great deal of BDSM. Mostly F/f FF/f. Body modification. Pretty serious 'Ds' situations and plenty of sex. Has a plot, some character development and a nasty twist at the end. This is a first person novel length story that I wrote for my own amusement a few years back. Some of the characters and situations were then changed as a third person vari...
Continued from Part 1: I see the waitress approaching from across the room, the key bouncing on the chain about her neck as she strides toward our table. No! Wait! I need more time! A few minutes to puzzle this out, please! But time now makes no difference. You'll reveal nothing else - you're enjoying my torment too much. And I can't read the waitress at a...
It is times like this when I am very much torn. I see you sleeping beside Me. Despite the lack of a golden halo and large white wings, you look just like an angel, innocent and peaceful in your slumber. Yet innocent you definitely are not, for I know extremely well the darkness of your heart, the part of you which thrives on violence and pain. That is wh...
I tossed and turned for quite awhile last night, before I could finally fall asleep. Your words fresh in my mind ... thoughts running around in my head ... images flashing in front of me overtime when I closed my eyes. Images of the new me ... the new me being with you. Touching you, caressing you, kissing you, fucking you ... and you doing all the same to m...
* * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * How do you know when your heart has had enough torment to last a lifetime? How do you keep it from returning again and again to that place which haunts you most? There is an uncontrollable place in my soul that brings me to a place that I canno...
The metallic scream of the bell heralded yet another hour of torment for Nicholas Wellings. It was 10 o'clock Tuesday morning and time for another 60 minutes of mind destroying mathematics. The very mention of the word arithmetic sent a wave of nausea through Wellings' stomach. Within the confines of the maths room his body co-ordination seemed to leave hi...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys, before you read this, I just wanted to say a few things, just so you are not confused. This is a piece I've written a while back, and REALLY love how it turned out. But due to its unusual concept, I felt the need to explain the background story of this, so it wouldn't baffle anyone. I wanted to submit this, but without an explanati...