Storm of the Century By The Technician Fantasy, BDSM, Transgender?, Flogging, Female-Female, Forced Orgasm, Wiccan Magic = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Strange things happen when the storm of the century approaches the Irish coast. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * The waves crashed against the boulders at the e...
EDIT 8/2016 1. If the rumors were true, the woman was over a century old. She looked no more than twenty. Less, at the moment. Far less. No doubt due to the vulnerability of her present position. Her arms were chained over her head, high and tight as they could be forced to stretch. It must be painful for her. She'd dangled there for hours. Of course she w...
Part 12 — Eruption by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 12 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond th...
The Snow Queen was angry. Very angry. Livid. She was not used to being betrayed. Even worse was the fact that her two most trusted servants were at the heart of it. Something would have to be done with sweet Meadow Nymph and proud Wood Witch. Something serious. A year ago, both had begged Snow Queen for equestrian lessons. They cited personal development as...
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY ------------------------------------------ You can help a beautiful, sexy witch out of the shit, you can get your handmaidens to wash her clean in a bath of magic love potion, but there's always some prick of a king who wants the first fuck . . . ------------------------------------------ Some of the palace...
Author's Note: WARNING!!! Before reading on please be aware of the following: This story contains lesbian sex, witchcraft, body alterations via magic, breast expansion, and pregnancy of the breasts. If this is a turn off to you in anyway, do not read on. If you find this appealing, read on and please leave feedback. Enjoy. * She was just trying to have so...
PART 1 "Mage," her voice was coldly authoritative, "you have bewitched me these many months…" The mage was dragged forth by a pair of armored guards and cast to his knees before the dais where the witch stood. His hands were bound together in iron shackles behind his back as he glared up at her. His resentment undisguised on his face, he bowed his head so...
If one was to look up the word "suburbia" in a dictionary there would simply be a picture of Chamberlain Close. It was indeed the very definition of middle class respectability, the sort of place where an unkempt front lawn would make one a social pariah. Range Rovers were dutifully washed every Sunday morning, Songs of Praise was watched every Sunday night...
I pushed my way into the crowd……everyone was craning their necks to see, but I could not get through. Finally I pushed and crawled my way to the crowd’s apex and looked out onto the vast, dirt-covered arena. Lightning bolts darted past directly overhead I could hear a thunderclap and yet the sky was clear and blue. “What is it?” I cried amid the thunder...
This text was inspired (with her permission) by the work of u/soft-n-slow of Reddit's r/gonewild. ————— Part 7 "So you finally couldn't make it back into the bath," the phone's artificial voice said. "I've been wondering how things would finally break down." "... Evening Witch?" Emilia asked. "Right in one, dearie." "I... I don't understand." Was...