This is a work of fiction. Any and all characters in this story are of the age of consent (18+). This story contains scenes of nonconsent/ reluctant sex and hypnotism. * It was the early morning hours as the sun began to rise over the horizon. The cloudless, blue sky lighting up in the land of Eashidell. In the dwarven town of Surgel, the dwarves began to...
The market was where he first got his start. Young Atlas had been living on the street since he could remember...he didn't know his last name, didn't have a need for one. He also couldn't tell you just who his parents were and he didn't really care. When begging didn't work, he turned to thieving and had soon become quite the accomplished pick-pocket. But f...
Dawn rose over the convent and Catherine was late to rise but this morning, no one took notice. There was much to do, work to be done. Catherine slipped on her plain cotton shift and tied an apron around her chest and waist. She swept back her long silky locks of hair into a quick bun and gathered up her chore basket. Tuesdays were always the same at the con...
Position 3 Salvation was a sparkling gem tucked far away from mankind. Deep in the woods, the two-story Victorian stood majestic by a quiet lake. Blocked off by a thick iron gate, the brilliant white of its exterior came to view as the trees began to dissipate. Lawn lights guided Mina's car up a long driveway and looped around a gazebo. There were people re...
Salai knew there were two versions of the portrait. He would create a third, ten years after Leonardo finished the second one, posing himself in a mirror with bared arms, fanciful bosom, and an impish grin. Leonardo saw no humor in Salai's mockery. At 48 years of age, Leonardo ought not to have found himself jobless and moneyless, as indeed he was when an o...
Just then, they heard hooves pulling a carriage up the drive and Cappy barking out the door at them. "They're here, baby," she hurrying out of the room and down the stairs and into the kitchen to continue preparing the food. James trotted down after her and headed out onto the porch, waving as they pulled up in the carriage. Doc waved back at him from the...
"I don't know how you could have gotten us into this." Carol says as we make our way through the resort towards the main entrance. "How was I supposed to know that the walls are made of paper, and everyone walking by could hear what we were doing?" I snap back. "Besides, you weren't exactly protesting my actions when you were slipping from one orgasm to ano...
Gavin, Count of Barrovia stood on the battlefield, his armour and sword drenched in the blood of his enemies. He looked around. The mud strewn field was littered with the bodies of the dead, both his own and the Duke's, but his army had emerged victorious. Some of the men were scavenging armour, weapons, and money. Others were putting an end to the wounded...
Part Four - Ties that Bind "Follow me, Artur, follow me!" Morgayne's high laughing cry echoed in the long stone corridor as her pattering feet ran ahead, faster than he could run. Artur never could catch her, the room would always be still when he reached the doorway. "'Gayne, Gayne, stop hiding," Artur called into the dark room. He heard a rustle of straw...
Cassandra yielded - the twisting and resisting served only to make the knots tighter - the rope burn more raw. She was atop a table. Nude from her waist down, her hands were bound to the forward legs of the table at the point where those legs met the table top. She was on her knees and her ankles were bound together - ropes crossing and then securing each...