"Is this really necessary?" I asked Mattias as he wrapped me securely in his silk. He shrugged. "It will make things easier. My species normally mates face to face, but the location of your vulva is very different from that of a female of my species." I blinked at him, shifting in the web hammock. "Wait, your species has females?" He nodded. "Of course...
AUTHOR'S NOTE ---- Ooh-er... Sorry it's taken so long folks. Real-life's been much busier over the past few months. If it's any consolation, this one's quite long, and there should be another story (though not from the garden) coming very soon... There's now just one chapter (hmm... maybe two TOPS) left until the end of the Garden series though! *********...
Edited by PennLady This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. Qiang pushed his head through the tunnel opening. The webbing snagged on his antlers and stuck to his mane. He shook his head and pushed further in. The web should have broken down under his force, but instead tangled around him. He shuddered. This was not working. He foc...
At two in the morning Peter left a softly snoring Mary Jane and went out for his nightly swing around the city. It was a pretty slow night considering. He interrupted a jewelry story robbery; two guys had broken the front window and were throwing the display merchandise in a bag when he webbed them and left them for the cops. He left one man swinging upside...
"Do you like him?" Phoebe looked over at Anna, her eyebrow raised, as she lifted a forkful of salad to her mouth. "I don't know. Yes. I — he's a good guy, Pheeb, but every time we're in the bedroom, he's so distant." Anna stared at her plate, poking at the pasta. Phoebe shrugged. "You know I can help." "I don't think I want your help." "Are you sure?...
As the pale light of dawn pushed back the shadows in the grimy alley, the patrolling officers found a man unconscious. He was spread-eagled against the wall, his head drooping, fastened all around by sticky strands of web. His limp penis and balls lolled out of his open trouser flies for all to see. His slack, emaciated face hinted at the agonies he had endu...
-Rest Area 3- With that text, my Mistress began the game. We have been playing the game for several years now. It started several years ago when Mistress traveled to a gig with me in a town a couple of hours away. On the way home, like usual, I stopped in the rest area along the freeway and exchanged my performance clothes for more casual fare -- with a lo...
Earth-617 The woman that strode into Felicia's apartment for their appointment definitely looked sexy enough. She was tall and trim, her jacket classy, her skirt knee-length, her powder-blue Oxford blouse tight enough to be interesting, with her thin, classical face further delineated by a set of black spectacles. Her brown hair was cut short, hanging neatl...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** It wasn't a restful night. I awoke several times to cry, remembering all I had lost. I also awoke several times to noises, and froze in fear, heart pounding, as I waited for my captor to return. Finally morning came. I awoke with a start from a nightmare where I'd found m...
Jason’s mind started working again, and his sense of touch was the first sense to return to him. A thick, heavy object covered his body; and it held him to the cushioned surface that he was lying on. His head was slightly propped up by another soft cushioned object. His ears were slightly covered by the object his head was sunken into. The area was complete...