Summary: Aiden Hunt struggles with memories of war and grapples with his emotions as his Valkyrie is taken away from him. *** "I really would like to know where you're dragging me," Aiden said, struggling not to fall over as he tripped over his boots. He continued to be dragged forward by the arms as he struggled to regain his balance. "And would one of yo...
Kate knew that she was very lucky in that Claire hadn't pressed herself on her while she was in that vulnerable state; instead Claire had just given her a look, a look that was cool and very calculating. Kate could feel the heat of Claire's eyes as she drank in the image of her, and in the end, she had to look away, her eyes downcast, wishing for Claire to l...
It was a cool late spring evening. I was a little nervous about meeting with my Mistress on a Sunday but business had brought me into town and it was the only night I could meet with her. I knew she was doing me a favor and felt even more in her debt then usual as I pulled my car over to the curb and parked. It was almost dark and the quiet street outside he...
She looked like a nurse ... sorta. Her dress was white, as were her stockings and shoes. But they weren't typical nurse's shoes; they were bone white sling pumps with four-inch heels. She was tall and slim. They were nearly eye to eye when she stepped up and through his doorway. A smile had flashed across her face as she stood with her purse in one hand and...
I was about 19, and was doing the door to door salesman thing. I wasn't very good at it, as I found myself looking at the women in the houses I would enter more than concentrating on my job. I have always been interested in older women and loved the way they looked, smelled, carried themselves. I am a 5'10", 240 muscular pound man, 25 years old. I am Italian...
Edward was through the threshold before Lee even had a chance to say "Welcome" and was talking a mile a minute on his cell phone. He put up a finger to "Shush" her, but she'd learned long before not to interrupt him when he was talking on the thing. She closed the door and followed behind him into the main living room. When he snapped it shut, he quickly loo...
Translated by Pimanko. Chapter 7 The First Milking Stephanie had already been a prisoner at the Good Breast farm for ten days now. Claude, the dairy's director was regularly getting news about his newest acquisition's transformation. Claudine, his assistant, gave him daily updates about the journalist's transformation. "She's developing well," she told hi...
Original version by Lemaringouin, translated by Pimanko Chapter 22 Stephanie's Arrival at New Dairy Claude was in the airport hallway waiting for the arrival of flight 365. He saw Stephanie debark the airplane with a large smile on her lips, pass through immigration formalities and exit the door which led passengers the baggage reception area. He walked o...
The wind whipped across my face, the frigid February air stinging the back of my neck as I walked home from a night out with my girl friends. It was late on a Friday evening and I was cursing myself for not having simply stayed the night with one of them, but it wasn't much farther so I pulled my coat tighter around my body and trudged onward past the neighb...
Chapter 24 "Okay Marcy, now get back up and Minthe back to the vanity table. Jutht like it'th important to know how to apply makeup, it'th important to know how to remove it ath well. After all we don't want you developing a bad thkin cauthe of all the makeup you're uthing." Stephanie ordered not even giving Marcy a few minutes to deal with what had just ha...