Diane’s Submissive Adventures: The Sorority College had just begun a few weeks before, and Diane was finally getting into the swing of things. The pace was very different from high school, but not in a bad way since she was responsible for scheduling her classes. Although she would have preferred to spend all her time pleasing the inventive twins, the two were currently preparing for football season, and their trysts together had become sporadic at best. To make matters worse, most of the boys in her classes were timid and seemed to be focused on getting good grades. It was because of the lack of attention that she was delighted when one of the girls in her algebra class invited her to apply at one of the sororities. Jeanine was a cute girl and full of energy so it would have been difficult to say no, and Diane felt excited to be a part of a group. Jeanine did warn her that initiation could be embarrassing, but she quickly added it would be worth it, unaware that Diane’s pussy began to moisten at the thought. They made plans to meet at the sorority house on Saturday night and went their separate ways. By the time the weekend finally arrived Diane was literally dripping in anticipation. It had been almost ten days since her last encounter with the twins, and the idea of being initiated into the sorority had her imagination running wild. She had fantasies of being spanked with a large paddle or being made to suck off boys to prove her allegiance. Just the idea of such treatment …
Cruelty
Dahlia and Darren
Dahlia and Darren Chapter 1 A pair of large, round, milky-white breasts descended onto the dark-chocolate six-pack abs of a hulking, African-American bodybuilder. Silhouetted by the moonlight coming through the window in Ronnie’s hotel room, Dahlia’s nipples barely grazed his abs. They trailed upwards, over his muscular chest, making their way to their desired destination. Ronnie’s tongue flicked against a nipple, circling around it, causing Dahlia to moan. His large black hand rose to grab one of her massive pale orbs and guided it to his open mouth. He wrapped his big lips around the erect nipple, dragging them over her areola, and proceeded to suck it. Dahlia reached around behind her, grabbing his veiny, pulsing cock and guided it to her salivating pussy. She lowered herself on it gingerly, as Ronnie continued to suckle a tit. She shivered when his cock landed against her cervix. Ronnie, with his free hand, grabbed her meaty ass and released the nipple from his mouth. “When is your flight tomorrow morning?” Dahlia asked looking down at Ronnie, his cock pulsating inside her, so ready to begin their final fuck session. “Six am,” he replied, with a single thrust of his hips, causing Dahlia to wince from pleasure. “I’ll leave in a few hours then.” “As you wish,” Ronnie replied with another hard thrust. “Mmmmm,” She moaned. The two had been sleeping together for the past week of Ronnie’s two week trip to Los Angeles. Every night after they first met, a week prior, she was at …
A Past new Beginning (The Mission 2)
A Past new Beginning (The Mission 2) ————————————————————————————– Charles Ricksome jerked awake, the after effect of the time slip still had him feeling groggy. Now THAT was a hell of a ride! Traveling through the waves of time was an experience he had dreamed of years ago, when he had been working on his own time slip device. Looking at the flame red haired, slender, emerald eyed beauty lying in his arms, he knew the pain he had endured was well worth it. Giggling, Ally, the ship's AI spoke up, "We have departed the time slip Charles, we should be arriving at the Mioan capital world of Aztre within an hour." "Thank you Ally, any news from the royal family chambers? You haven't informed them yet have you?" Charles asked a little worried about the reception he might recieve when the emperor found out the princess was pregnant and HE was the father. "No Charles, I haven't, they have picked us up on long range though. In order to carry out the plan, you will have to be in position when we land, so I can transfer you to the desired place," Ally replied. A small door opened near by Charles, "you uploaded all of cici into this storage unit, with all the specifications I added?" "Yes, Charles cici is all there and I have to say you are a genius, to make the modifications to him that you did in as little time as you have. It was breath taking," Ally stated. "Yes Charles," came from his wrist com, "I dare say that the amount of …
The Gaunching of Eloise
Eloise was glad that she was at last settled into a job and able to send a little money back to her parents in Avignon each month. Madame Bergotine treated her well and even allowed her and Marie, another maid who she had befriended, to take the same afternoon off once every few weeks. The Bergotine villa was sited up a valley from the coast so there was no view of the blue Mediterranean from the house itself. On their occasional afternoons off the two young maids enjoyed walking the short distance down to the beach and the little row of fishermen's houses and looking at the sparkling sea and sand dunes from the shade of the pines. Eloise commented to Marie that it was a shame the villa didn't have a sea view such as the humble fishermen enjoyed. Marie, four years Eloise's senior, replied that Madame insisted they were much safer where they were. Safer from the sea? Or from the coarse fishermen? Eloise didn't want to show her ignorance by enquiring further. * * * The Barbary corsairs didn't land at the beach by the village but further west, just after dusk. They were actually creeping silently towards the small mean fishing village from inland when, to their delight, they came upon the villa and its sweeping grounds. Eloise was shocked to be roughly grabbed by the arm and be dragged off her straw mattress. She wasn't given time to get to her feet before being dragged down the steep bare wooden staircase from her attic room. The rest of the household had already been …
Aloof Coworker – Chapter 2
She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the tears, they ran and she was starting to get a stuffy nose… she felt something soft on her face and opened her eyes to his tongue licking up her tears. She felt chills run straight to her nipples and clit, the both fully hardened again and she felt her ass clench repeatedly the toy heightening the sense of fullness, stimulation and arousal… Why would his licking tears have affected her that way, maybe it was the beatific smile on his face. She started to struggle to breathe her nose plugging because of the tears, her eyes were getting bigger, and she worked harder and harder to draw her breath in. He said “Slut, I will remove the gag but you will not scream or yell for help. You will behave or it will do things to you that will make you wish that you had never met me. Do you understand, you little fucking bitch?” Things were starting to dim, she was not getting enough air. She nodded her head and knew she meant it. He reached out and undid the gag. She sucked air in and filled her lungs with glorious air. Once more bursting in to tears. A part of her seemed to be standing back and was saying, “Another round of tears? What kind of a little weak bitch are you?” She burned with shame and tried to get her tears under control. She levelled herself out and was able to get her emotions once more under control. SLAP Her entire world narrowed down to the pain in her pussy, she opens her mouth and takes a rapid breath to squeal and …
Getting Trained for auction (part one)
Name: number 6 Age: 21 Sex: Bitch Training Obedience: Need Submissive: Need Pain: Need to be tested Mouth: Need Speech: Need Position: Need massive improvement Bondage: Need Current status: Owned by Father being sold on auction in two weeks Notes: needs to be prepared for any type of bondage position for the auction he slams my packet down on the desk before me as he leans down over my chair. "You need a lot of work" he says gruffly. "No I don't" I start to say, but he grabs my face sticking two fingers to the back of my throat. "Your father sent you to be trained, so when he sells you, you can fetch a good price." He removes his fingers from my mouth and walks around the desk as he say, "Understand?" I nod. He sits and leans forward. "We will test your pain levels today, but first there are a few things for you to know. First off everything that happens here is off the record, understand? No of course you don't because you're a stupid little girl. What I mean is, when you go into that room, whatever happens in there stays in there, and in our paperwork, but you will be a virgin when you come out. Now do you understand?" He waits for me to nod and finally I do. "Second, you belong to us until your father comes to get you. No one will save you. Third, you will have your own room on the other side of the campus. No one is allowed in your room but staff. Fourth, you have a 6 am call every morning until you are awarded differently. Be there or be punished. And Fifth, obey the …
Allisons Dark Adventure (pt2)
Allison finally woke up. She was used like she wasn't even a person. She remembered everything that had happened. Allison was on her way home from a late cheer leading practice. As she got to her shortcut, that man have captured her and beat her. When he brought her to a house in the middle of no where, he had spanked her ass till it was glowing red, then he had grabbed her head, full of thick, long, light brown hair, and fucked her throat. He abused her throat. He had forced Allison to choke on his disgusting, dirty, hairy, sweaty cock. That man wasn't letting her get enough air so after she swallowed what she could she passed out. When she woke up, her pink lips were still sticky and slimy from all the cum. He had shot so much of the thick, white liquid into her mouth she still had some in her mouth. He had also sprayed all over her cheeks. Allison still had cum her face, it was really sticky. She got up from the cold, smooth concrete floor. Her hands were still bound behind her back. She looked at herself in the tiny window. Damn! she thought. It was too small to fit even her body. It was early in the morning. Dawn just broke. There was brown grass as far as she could see. The scenery tricked her into thinking it was a lovely day. Their were the morning birds chirping outside and rabbits hopping around as the sun pushed up through the sky. She focused on herself again. Her light brown eyes became brighter in the sunlight. Looking at herself in the window, she saw that her …
Divine Succession – Chapter 07
In the beginning, there was nothing. No matter, and no energy. Not one particle in the whole of reality. And then, there was. There was a being, a person, who was the first matter in all of existence. This being knew nothing; not where it was, or who it was. It knew only what the voice told it. “Hello, my child,” the voice said. “Who are you?” The being asked. “Who am I?” “You are my child, my creation. My very first creation,” the voice replied. “You shall be known as Amia.” “And who are you?” Amia asked the voice. “You may know me as God. I am the one who has created you.” “Why? For what purpose have you created me?” “You are to be the first of my creations, which is why I now offer you a choice. If you wish, you may join your kin among the ranks of mortals, and live with them. But if you wish, you may be so much more than that. I offer you the chance to be the first of my angels, an archangel, who will assist me in the overseeing of my dominion.” “What would I be doing?” “Many things, my child, but I shall guide you in them all, teaching you about the ways of my creations. But as the first, you shall be held above them for all eternity.” “Then I agree. I will do it.” “Good my child. Now then, we have much to do…” ——————————- Amia often thought about her past. She had more of it than anyone, which was often a curse as much as a blessing. The time she’d spent with her creator was some of the happiest of her life, though her time with Achré was pretty …
The Right Nigger Bitch
The Right Nigger Bitch By Millie Dynamite I had worked the streets for over seven hours and I was dead on my feet. All I wanted was a stiff drink, a warm bath, and sleep. My little school girl outfit – coupled with my young appearance had made me quite popular that night. I had over fifteen hundred bucks left after my damn pimp took what he called his. Of course, being a crafty bitch, nearly a thousand of what I had left he didn’t even know I had. I had walked away from him after he took his share just like I was going home. When I was certain, he wasn’t around I cut back into an alley and made my way to my stash. Resuming my journey home, I walked up the stairs to my second story apartment. It was a shithole apartment, in a shithole part of town. The only AC was a stinking window unit swamp cooler, they did little to cool the stifling heat of August even at two in the morning. I fumbled with the keys to the front door. When I unlocked the door and opened it, a man from behind grabbed me and forced himself into the apartment with me. “Let go of me!” I cried. He held onto me roughly as he slammed the door. He waved a gun in my face as he reached back and latched the door and attached the chain. His hand moved across my face hitting me like a clap of thunder. Forcefully he threw me up against the wall. The tears flooded my eyes as I began to sniffle. My heart pounded in my chest. I was afraid of this man. Sometimes you just know when a guy isn’t just playing at it. “Please …
The Man Of Sin: Chapter 6
I'm testing out new formatting methods, tell me if this is better. Chapter 6 As usual, Helena’s friends all noted the sudden lack of vitality on her face. Two days before, she had seemed happy and full of life, none of them knowing that she had discovered masturbation just before meeting with them. Today, it was embarrassment that had left her despondent. The previous night, Xavier had snuck into her room and molested her until she climaxed. The man she hated more than anything else on the planet had invoked indescribable pleasure in her. Even worse was when he jammed his fingers in her mouth, forcing her to taste her feminine essence. It made her want to throw up in revulsion, not from the taste, but from the sinful knowledge of what is was. But she was also terrified, as the card Xavier had left her was blank. Was there no trial for her today? If there wasn’t, did that mean he was going to resume raping Sophie at night? She looked at her friend, terrified of what new horrors awaited her. Sophie’s footsteps were the only sound in the hall. She was on her way to class, third period. She was in good spirits, and aside from her worrying about Helena and her stagnant mood, all was right with the world. No warning was given and no presence was sensed when the hand grabbed her face and the arm wrapped around her waist. It took her a moment to actually process what was going on, at which point she screamed as loud as she could through the stranger’s hand. “Oh settle down, you act …
Lia Learns The Limits Of Friendship
A work of fiction. Charisma steps in the door and gasps, "Lia…what is going on?!" Lia pulls back from the cocks in her mouth. She turns to Charisma, still gasping at her friend, "Oh fuck… You weren't supposed to be over yet." Lia is slapped hard for dropping the cocks from her mouth. She moans at the contact. "We didn't tell you to quit sucking," the men growl at her. The men then stuff her face full of their cocks as punishment for her momentary disobedience. Two other men leer at Charisma; "And just who might you be? You come to join the party, you hot little bitch?" Charisma's eyes go wide and she steps back. One of the men starts approaching her. He jumps forward and pins her to the door, shutting it, as he then reaches out and grabs at her soft breasts. Her eyes go wide in terror as she begins to sob, unaware of how much worse things will get. Charisma’s eyes fill with tears and her makeup starts to smear as she grovels to the powerful men, "Please don't hurt me…just let me go… I am a friend of Lia's…I wasn't supposed to see this…" He simply leers at her as he then gropes her ass. She sobs even harder. Lia twists herself around while straddling on a cock. Her tight cunt spreads to accept the eager throbbing penis. She groans in pleasure despite her eyes filling with tears as she catches sight of her dear friend Charisma being groped. In lust, Lia had nearly forgotten about her friend’s intrusion. Charisma's eyes grow wider. Her sobs only increase as one of …
Trafficked Love Ch. 17
Chapter Seventeen: The Hierarchy Angel returned when her dance was over. Bishop was still there, talking with Rich. A few of Bishop’s men, obviously guards, stood by, watching the crowd. Upon approaching, one of the men stopped Angel with a hand in front of her. Naturally she stopped, looking down at his hand, then up at the man. He was bald, with tanned skin that stretched over his muscular arms, which threatened to rip the rolled up sleeves of his black button up shirt. He wore sunglasses that were dark enough to hide his eyes, and Angel wondered how he even saw her in the dimly lit warehouse. Giving the man a good look over, she sidestepped him, trying to get around his outstretched hand. The man was quick to grab Angel’s arm, holding her tightly. He felt her tense in his grip, and he grabbed her shoulder with his free hand, just in case she got the crazy idea to put up a fight. “Let her go, she’s with me,” Rich ordered, making both Angel and the guard look in his direction. “She’s with me,” he confirmed a second time. Bishop turned towards Angel and the man holding her, then gave a slight nod to assure the man that it was ok to release Angel. The man promptly let go, giving Angel’s shoulder a friendly pat to assure her that he was only doing his job, and his manhandling was nothing personal. Angel gave the man a slight nod. She knew he was just doing his job, and she couldn’t hold that against him. She looked back to Rich, who had seemed to settle down from his …
The White Flower and the Imp
Genevieve heard the words but could not accept them. She kept her hand firmly pressed over the wet cloth on her son’s burning forehead while the healer approached her, intent on saying the foul words once more. “He will not see the next full moon, my lady,” the old man shook his head, “it is best if you isolate him from the rest of the children so that the sickness does not fall upon them.” The healer moved in even closer, his beard almost touching Genevieve’s shoulder. “It would be wise to remove yourself from his presence as well.” A crackling fire warmed the inside of the roundhouse, but even still, a cold chill descended upon the healer when Genevieve finally turned to look at him. “I will not leave my child!” Genevieve replied suddenly and the healer took a step back. “And if there is nothing more you can do for my son, I suggest you remove yourself from my presence at once.” Bowing his head in red shame, the old sage gathered his robes, like a bird rustling grey feathers, and rushed out of the roundhouse as quick as his old bones could carry him. Allyn, her eldest, walked up behind her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She had not noticed he was present. They remained that way for a moment, a mother contemplating the loss of her son, a brother looking for the proper words to say, but at last, the weight of the burden was too much to bear and Genevieve’s flowing tears forced a hand to her mouth as she struggled to fight against the burning sensation …
Chloe: the tiny titty whore
Background, I have known Chloe for a couple of years and made her my live in fuck toy slave. Chloe likes to be treated rough and humiliated, it's one of my favorite things about her since I have a dominant personality and enjoy treating her like the whore trash she is. Chloe is about 5'4", weighs 110 lbs, shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, relatively plain looking face, stick figure straight with tiny (barely) 34a cup tits, skinny legs and small but round ass. I am about 5,8" tall, medium build, with a thick 7" cock. Chloe is supposed to stay at home and only wear stocking s and a garter, nothing else! Chloe and I live in a small two bedroom house in southern ohio. The house is on the edge of a small town with lots of room between houses so the neighbors won't be terrified of the noises coming from inside the home. I return home from work to find Chloe standing in the kitchen wearing a black lace bra, g string panties, garter and stockings. I see Chloe has food on the counter being prepared to be cooked. Chloe knows that i return home from work everyday at the same time and that dinner is supposed to be ready and she is not to wear any bra or panties! She is supposed to walk around our house with her pathetic tiny tits and bald pussy on display at all times! Those are the rules and have been ever since I bought her from her whore of a mother. Seeing that the rules have not been followed angers me and I slam the door closed. Chloe hears it and comes running to greet me …
Young Tourists Enslavement
He had six girls all to himself. It was unbelievable to him how easy it was to trick them. Then again, that's why he targeted them, because tourists were easy to catch. He was absolutely bubbling with excitement. And these girls were all crazy sexy. He had acted friendly and helpful during the whole time he tricked them. The important stuff he found out so far was that there was a sexy blonde, Claire, with big tits. An African-American girl, with light brown spirally hair that reached the bottom of her shoulder blades and light brown eyes, Nia, with average sized breasts. A reddish blonde haired girl, Makenzie, with an average set. A Mexican girl, Alexis with big tits. An Asian girl, Natasha, with a somewhat lest than average bust. And a girl with light brown hair, Kristen, with average sized breasts. So he had a varied group of girls in his stock. It would be easy to get bored if they all looked the same. Again, he couldn't believe how lucky he was that they were all crazy hot. Makenzie and Nia were in their late teens, Alexis and Kristen were in their early twenties, and Claire and Natasha were in their mid twenties. He figured they were at the beach for summer break. They were definitely out of staters. The abductor and his "cargo" had finally arrived at his house he used for these kinds of purposes. He had to carry them in since they were restrained so that almost any large movement was impossible. Their mouths were taped too, just in case, so that no one heard any …
Calling the Guardinis
She woke up nude. Her head was spinning. She was lying on a foreign bed. She didn't know where she was. Lucile Guardini had the worst hangover of her life. Lucile quickly looked for something to cover up her nakedness, she found a blanket and draped it around herself, she stood up her legs shaking. Lucile had black hair, it was usually styled, but currently it was disheveled. Lucile had medium sized breasts and a proportional ass. Lucile was well toned and usually wore black rimmed glasses. She was unable to find her glasses this morning however. Lucile didn't mind her vision wasn't terrible. She had bigger concerns right now. With her head still throbbing she found her skirt and her shirt from the night before. Her bra and panties were nowhere to be found. Lucile was eager to leave, she didn't want to know what she did the night before, she had no memory. She remembered drinking, but only a few drinks. Lucile holding both of her high-heeled shoes in one hand crept out of the room, expecting to leave unnoticed. When she exited the room, she was met by two acquaintances. Kelly and Victoria, they were the ones that invited her to the party. Kelly and Victoria were both wearing gym shorts and sweaters that bore the name of their university, "B&L University." They were both drinking coffee, as soon as Lucile exited the room both girls put their heads up, they both simultaneously flashed very disingenuous grins. "I hope you had a good time last night, Lucile." Kelly said flashing …
Innocence Taken Parts 1-3
This is a complete work of fiction. If any of the the themes bother you, please do not read. All characters are made up and not based on real people. This is a rewrite and edit of my first three stories, compiled into one location. The first time I wrote these stories I ended them here. This time I want to continue the depravity and hopefully help you to achieve some good orgasms. So without further ado, let's begin. ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————- It all started while driving home one night through the small farming community. I lived alone and pretty much stuck to the company of myself. I saw the three brothers biking in the dark most likely heading home. It was summer and they were only wearing bathing suits. I pulled over and offered them a ride home in my truck. They were young, the oldest was 14 years old, the second was 12 and the youngest was 11 years old. It had just started to rain so they gladly accepted, threw their bikes in the back of my pickup and piled in the cab. The oldest said "thanks mister"; he wouldn't be thanking me for long. I locked the door and sped off. I pulled out my gun and pointed at the 12 year old sitting next to me. I said "you boys are going to do what I say or I'll blow your head off." They looked at my horrified, their wet bodies starting to tremble, the oldest piped up and said …
Shredder – part II
Before he could react, she knelt up, slid to the foot of the bed crouching, one foot on the corner of the bed, the other on the floor, one hand grasping the bed for balance as the other one was free. She spat the chunk of penis in her free hand and looked at it carefully. Eddie was lying on the bed, wide-eyed, white with pain and shock. His free hand reached down, disbelieving, staring wildly as he held his fingers in front of his eyes, dripping blood. His mouth started to form an ‘O’ to speak when she looked him in the eye. “Eddie, you really piss me off,” she said flatly, “and you really pissed me off the way you killed Sandy like that. I had plans for her.” She raised the half penis to her mouth and licked it, blood on her lips, then took it in her mouth and swallowed hard as she gulped it down. “You made some big mistakes asshole… One, you never take the bitch I have marked for my own kill. Two, you never fuck me without permission. Three, you destroyed the best part… you lost my support when you tore apart her pussy… that’s always what I eat first. The flavour is delicate, it only lasts while it’s nice and fresh. Four, you never fry, you broil, bake or stew them for the best flavour. Five, you raped my ass. Six, you trusted me too soon. Seven, you let me cuff you.” She reached down and picked up his pants, retrieved his key ring and trying a couple, undid her leg shackle and clamped it on Eddie’s right ankle, so his legs were crossed and he couldn’t kick. “Eight, …
Betrayed by Everyone Complete
Our story opens at a local grocery store, far in the back of the produce section. The protagonist is a young man named Ashley, or Ash for short. He's a 19 year old with a few close friends, a cute girlfriend, an attractive mother, and a dick for a boss. Ashley doesn't know it, but soon events will transpire that will lead to his life becoming completely ruined, as he is – Betrayed by Everyone Chapter One A trickle of sweat runs down his cheek as Ashley works frantically to stock his produce, his boss standing behind him. Trying to move fast, Ash is unaware that his boss isn't watching his performance; he's watching his ass. Wearing tight khakis that hug his feminine backside, Ashley has always had people staring at him. From his close friends, to his girlfriend, and now even his boss enjoys the show as his butt wiggles back and forth. Coming to a finish Ashley places down the last crate of produce, then takes a breath. "Good, Good. Go up front and help Debbie she needs a bagger." His boss says, smirking as he turns around. However Ashley is able to catch his boss's eye, and knows he was staring at his ass. Had his boss not been such a controlling dick head, Ashley might have enjoyed the attention. Saying nothing he turned and left for the checkout lines, swaying his hips as he walked. With shaggy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, Ashley was nearly as attractive as this 38 year old mother. Slim and athletic Ash took his personal health very seriously, jogging every morning to …
Horrors of Humanity- Vengeance isnt always sweet
Horrors of Humanity – vengeance isn't always sweet. Our short story starts off with a family of three children and two parents lets call them the Jackson family. The family consist of Becky the oldest child of 21 years old her younger brother Fank he's only 20 and the youngest Cindy she is just seventeen about to turn 18. There parents are Jack and Bethany. Jack was 44 years old balding of average height and pudgy his face was that of a tired older man and his attitude was of a angry bitter man who blamed his failures and misfortune on his wife and family. Speaking of his wife Bethany was also 40 she on the other hand looked like she was way younger and acted it. Often if Bethany wasn't flirting with her oldest daughter boyfriends she was on social media trying to make young boys cream with her provocative pictures she loved posting. Becky never got along with her mom catching her with her first boyfriend slobbering over his dick didn't help things. To compensate from turning her over to her dad she just brings it up whenever she needs some pocket cash to buy some dank or a bottle for herself. Frank was a little different he was always more flamboyant and effeminate but he wasn't gay and he often get in fights in school and the streets fighting bullies who secretly suck off one another when they think there alone in the locker room. Fank has always been close with his older sister some might say a bit too close but those are usually the same people Frank knocked out because …
Price of Betrayal 5: Ella Fucks Up/An Unexpected Encounter
"Shit!" I chuckled when I heard Tanya in her bedroom. It was almost eight o'clock on Thursday, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. I put down the paper and took my coffee down the hall. I stopped in her doorway and grinned as I saw her trying to get out of bed. She looked at my left shoulder, eyes wide, and I just raised my eyebrows as I took a sip and watched her over the rim of my mug. She had only been able to sit up, and she worried her bottom lip with her teeth. "Where exactly do you think you're going?" I asked, stepping into the room and placing my coffee on her dresser. "I'm late for work, Sir," she said, flinging the sheet off her. It was the only thing she could stand touching her the night before. "No, you aren't." She frowned, but stopped trying to rise. "What do you mean, Sir?" "I mean," I said, sitting down on the bed, "I already called your firm, told them you'd been injured, and that you wouldn't be in to work until Monday." I shrugged. "They said they hoped you felt better soon and that they'd see you then." Her frown remained, and she looked down at her hands. "What am I supposed to tell them on Monday, Sir? What kind of injury did you say I had?" I laughed and stood up. "I don't give a fuck what you tell them, and I didn't specify an injury. I just said that you were unable to come to work." She lowered herself back into a supine position and smiled. "Thank you, Sir. I don't think I would have made it through the day." "You're welcome," I said, …
Cross. Part One
Cross. Part One No light reached this part of the room. The solitary sunbeam that had managed to poke its way through the curtains fell on a dirty heap of ripped up clothing in the far corner. But here, there was only darkness, and the ragged breathing of the rooms sole inhabitant. Tyler lay naked, his arms and legs strapped to the corners of the bed with leather belts, allowing him no room to move or stretch his sagging limbs. Premature wrinkles lined the strong, angular features of his face now gaunt visage. His eyes stared straight upwards, unseeing and no longer questing about the small, dank space. He would blink from time to time, the darkness around him becoming only slightly deeper for a short period. There were scratches all along the muscular lines of his shoulders, and running down the length of his torso, then again from his thighs down to his kneecaps. They had varying ages, the oldest mere hints of their former savagery, while some bled openly. Tyler knew none of this. All of his world was darkness, would be darkness, until his angel returned to him. She always went away when he needed her the most. She would disappear during the early hours of the morning, only coming back once the hours of daylight had ended. She was his Sun, the center of his universe. The moment he felt her presence enter the room, Tyler’s blood would begin to boil. Just thinking about her set his heart at a frantic pace, causing his many wounds to begin to bleed anew. She would return. She …
Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN 3RD FRIDAY Mike gets up at four and Nina wakes so he's pleasantly delayed getting away to pick up Trudy until five. It's twenty after six when he pulls up to her door. She comes bouncing out and says, "You want my help you've got to give up these morning pieces of tail with your wife." She laughs and he says, "It wasn't my wife, it was my neighbor's wife." At that they both laugh. Mike guns the engine and they head for POCO. Trudy studies him before she says, "I'm thinking of moving to Chilliwack. A friend of mine called and she has a really nice place on Clark Drive but her girl friend got married and moved out. She wants me to share the house with her. Can we stop by there on the way?" "Will she be up yet?" "She said she would." "You told her I'd bring you over this morning?" "I figured I could talk you into it. We'll only live thirty minutes apart instead of an hour and a half." "It'll be a long drive to work." "Not if I'm working for you." "Honey, I don't have enough work to hire you full time." "If I'm going to be your mistress, you better be ready to pay my rent, you cad." "Don't you think this mistress thing has gone far enough?" "You don't want me. You just want to screw me and leave me. You’re a brute. I don't know why you turn me on so much." She slides across the seat and slips her hand along the inside of his thigh. Mike grins and says, "We'll see. How much is your share of the expenses?" "Three hundred a month and two hundred for me. For services …
Filch takes Hermione
Hermione walked down the corridor with a smile on her face as she had just aced the recent Defense of the Dark Arts exam. Everyone else was still writing their papers and the corridor was empty. Or was it? Behind her Argus Filch was following closely and carefully trying not to make a sound. He had been following her for over a week now waiting for the perfect opportunity. That opportunity came now. He silently pulled out the rag that he had dipped in a potion beforehand. The potion was called ‘inconscium’ from the latin word for ‘unconscious’ and it was donated by a good friend of his. He got closer and closer and could smell her now. She smelt beautiful like she had just stepped out of the shower. He suddenly rushed forward and smothered her face with the rag and he felt her fall limply in his hands. He hastily crammed her into the large brown bag he had brought with him. Luckily she had wandered close to the stairs that led directly to the basement. His heart was beating rapidly and he lifted her and slowly dragged her to the door that led to the stairs. After a long time he had finally reached the basement where he had requested to Dumbledore to have his new office a few months ago. He fumbled with his keys and opened the door. He dragged the bag all the way to his bad and opened it and pulled Hermione out and lay her on his bed. Now he could take a closer look. She was still wearing her Hogwarts cloak. And under it she was wearing a crisp white shirt with her breasts …