It was 8 o'clock in the evening on a Tuesday in late June when Victoria Bidarte was kidnapped. It had been dark, damp, overcast and unusually warm, and every worker on the roofing site was sweating in the 90-degree heat. The men were sullen, and tempers were high. Those who worked on the ground envied the workers who perched on the roof, hammering and stapli...
"A mask will fall from the ceiling, it should fit securely over your mouth and inhale deeply. Please attach your own mask before helping others..." I wonder what he's doing right now. She thought, ignoring the safety instructions from the stewardess and staring out the small oval plane window, watching the clouds passing by. She tried to picture him in her...
You were in your castle the day you learned the enemy had been defeated. Well, technically, you didn't learn it then. You'd known it would happen for several days beforehand. You'd had agents in the army that dealt the final blow, and your embedded spies had been sure to let you know long before the official announcement. As one of the princes of the realm,...
"I really need a break." Charisma rested her hands on her knees as she panted for breath. Shortly after the discussion she had with Jameson in the solarium, Alexis told her that she had ten minutes to prepare for training. One thing she learned very quickly was that when Alexis said something, it got done. Liam and Jameson decided to help since Alexis bann...
For half a decade, the well-to-do of Bishopsbridge Road had envied Aubain his slave Cynthia. With an allowance of a hundred pounds a week, she cooked, kept house, did laundry and ironed shirts, dressed herself exquisitely, kept in shape, and serviced the sexual and emotional needs of her Master – who none the less was never a terribly nice person. She had...
(based on the Gor fiction by John Norman) * From within the confines of the large tent issued forth the slave girl's husky moan. The tent's interior was lit by several brass oil-lamps, their Terran Moorish origins obvious. The mellow light spread evenly within the sail-canvas walls, highlighting the exotic girl of copper and her master, a dark brown skinn...
My name is Feorinda, but my frends call me Fay. I am a blonde third year university student working on my double bachelor in Social Work and Women's Studies. I had a minor in Asian Art, as that was my guilty pleasure and the bulk of my non-core electives were spent in that field, and to get money to augment my scholarships I began working at Ching Wu's Galle...
Note - this is a work of fiction. All character names and places are purely fictitious, and all characters engaging in sexual activity are above the age of 18. This story is loosely based on the "harems" of imperial Asian countries in eras past. This story contains potentially triggering content. Chapter 1 Suyin examined the plum, tracing her finger over...
-Three- "I—I came here to—" "I know why you are here." "... You do?" "Yes." My mind is reeling. The atmosphere seems to be being sucked away, heavy, yet absent. The warmth and scent of roasting cocoa beans, distinct notes of vanilla, something floral-- perhaps lavender, and something I can't equate to anything but a sickening, salty fishiness are becomi...
Beguilingly and bewilderingly polite. This was my first impression. A soft-spoken and courteous person by nature, his initial enquiries about me were very cordial, and carefully structured. In addition to the fact that English was not his mother tongue, which i could tell was restricting him slightly in how he expressed himself, he was obviously also uncomf...