Cruelty - Page 50



(Alaric) Light struck Alaric unkindly in the eyes the following morning. He ruffled his blonde hair and sat up. He groaned from the throbbing pain in his ass. Tyr was still curled next to him and had a rather strong grip around his waist



Lysander Shepard yawned widely, and stretched as far as his cramped quarters would allow



The guard-captain was holding Jerry’s handcuffed arms behind his back as he led the condemned man, naked, to the Temple of Torture. Jerry’s heart was racing



Chapter 1 My name is Brandy. I was a very spoiled child. I was even worse as I turned 18 along with a credit card from my father that was unlimited. Every want, every need was just a card swipe away. I always wanted to turn heads, be the center of attention



She jumps a little as the engine roars back to life, the car carefully maneuvering around her as she starts to weep, her worst fears coming true
I met my girl friend at a strip club she was the main attraction she called her self sissy, she was petite only 4'11 long blonde hair she would always wear in pig tails. she was pretty but had no tits, I didn't mind her tight cunt and hard round ass made up for that she was only 18



For last next half hour, I sat back, smoked a few cigarettes and watched as the three Iraqis had gang banged the young girl. Saad fucked her first. He was pretty calm overall, but kept talking to her softly in Arabic



This story is mostly true, although, I admit that I have played it up some. Surprisingly, not by much. Names and places changed, of course, but I hope you all enjoy



Owl froze at the sight of movement in the tunnel. He felt his heartbeat spike as nerves and fear shot through him. Who was it? Was it just one of the animals that lived in the old subway lines? Or, was it something more dangerous


u can see reflections of the other mirrors in the reflections? Each reflection passing on to the next of infinity - uncountable and unknowable, yet they are as the mind itself -- consious, unconsious (such as controls breathing and the muscles of the heart) and most important the realm of the dreams



Ally and Stu stood at the blast door awaiting the pressurisation. The cargo they had secured was going to land them some significant credits from the Oruk, large, greyed-out, green brute-like beasts with an apetite for metal and accompanying technology. “You know” Stu started



I arrived home, the dildo was still shoved deep into my pussy and I was beyond wet. I was scared to death to go inside because I knew that my mom was going to say something about my situation. I took a deep breathe and walked into the house
Once upon a time, long long ago, I had a small fling with this guy who I really had the hots for but he just wanted to play the field so nothing eventuated but we had some awesome sex sessions. One day out of the blue I got a phone call from him, his name is Matt



It was the end of summer, when the temperatures should have started their annual decline. This year, it was different since the Pacific Northwest was in one of the longest heat waves in it's history



Carol Smith and Lorraine King sit in their cells on death row in Shanghai’s main prison. Both women, who were originally from England and Scotland, are in their early thirties; as they exercise regularly they still have good figures. Smith is blonde with blue eyes and a fair complexion