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The Wendigo Alice knew the winter storm was coming in an hour or so. But she made one of her friends a promise. Her friend Ambers husband, had been missing for two months. Him and a few friends went hunting and a winter storm hit. No one could find them
Whew! That was a close one! Arms gripping the tree Chel wiggles her board around the base of the trunk. The powder is piled up high around her legs almost to her knees. It is the first decent day of snow Colorado had all winter



She stood there, all of 5” tall, looking death in the face. In front of here is what can only be described as the hideous monsters we worried about slithering under our beds as children. Lurking in our closets



A bitch's fall episode c The patch of light that marked Megan's path finally came to a halt near their house. Megan had been thinking what her parents would say if they saw,her in such attire



Disclaimer: This story contains exceptionally graphic gore content and cannibalism as well as misogyny and violence against women. If you're not into that, don't read or rate. It's been four months now since the Coronavirus lockdown came into effect and I have to say





Additional Tags: cunnilingus, cock sucking, forced orgasm, whipping, electroshock, strapon dildo, gangbang ***** Disclaimer: This story is one of my darker ones, with strong non-consent themes



Disclaimer: This represents a dark fantasy and in no way indicates that I condone violence or rape in real life. ________________________________________________________ She's apprehensive
The Judgment of Sgt. J. Chapter 10 Sailing into Hell Sorry for the delay in getting more of this story out to everyone as there were some events in my life that kept me from writing



Night time, walking alone returning from some unknown place. Walking briskly, the quiet of the night disturbed only by the occasional car and the sound of her heels on the pavement



PART 2 ------------------------ The other day I tripped and fell down the stairs, only to wake up again in bed



Chapter Eighteen: Angels and Demons Having been born into the lifestyle, it was only natural that Rich was now deeply immersed in it. He had been born to a prostitute, and no one ever knew who his father was



"We are so accustomed to disguising ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.” -Francois de La Rochefoucauld *** Miranda turned to say something to Richard and saw that he wasn't there. Only then did she realize she had no idea where she was
Rachael stumbled as she was led across the floor. “Now, let me tell you about our new relationship,” Mr. Smith sat down and unzipped his pants. He pulled her down on her knees. His cock was short and hairy, not the least bit attractive



Chapter Three The bus stopped in front of the school, a large rectangular brick building. Ana and Lizzie got off the bus and were greeted by a group of jeering boys. “He look, it’s Lezzie Lizzie,” one of the boys sneered. “Who’s your girlfriend Lezzie Lizzie?” Ana frowned