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Edith was just 12 years old when the new king's soldiers attacked her family's hamlet. It was in reprisal for their support for a pretender to the throne when the old king died childless. She had wandered into the edge of the wood gathering fruit when the soldiers came

© This is a fantasy; any resemblance to real places or people is purely coincidental. She was the new girl. Only five foot three she had short dirty blonde hair, a sweet angelic face, a wide mouth with pouting full lips

This final series will focus around David building towards the life he always fantasized about, where he and his sex slave mom and sister would live in unbothered harmony

In a society that otherwise resembles our own, mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century. It is a common and accepted feature of public and private life. Males and females of all ethnic backgrounds are held thrall, without status or legal rights

One warm summer like October evening in Nebraska some lesbians were having an ice cream social. Some lesbians were getting nervous that they might run out of “Rocky Road” ice cream

Ariela, Queen of her recently conquered Northern lands, sat perched on her jewel-studded throne reading the letter through, again and again, trying to decide if what it claimed was true. He had been found, it said

PART 1: Her Capture All she saw was darkness, all she felt was the wind in her hair whipping the tendrils around her face as the loud beating of powerful wings hurt her ears

The day started out just like any other weekday - I woke up at 6.30, rolled over and fumbled for my phone to turn off the alarm. Emma, my wife, was away at another business conference. She was in Berlin and gone since Monday, not due back until Friday

She was my best friend for years. Then she betrayed me. I was going to make her pay. I decided to exact my revenge on her I waited for her to come out of her work. It was dark. So dark that I didn't have any problems keeping to the shadows

UNSEEN By Millie Dynamite The date was less than memorable he had been a total dud. She hadn’t even wanted to go out with him. The date was a set up by a friend wanting to get her out of her doldrums

Whata Week 7 When I woke up I knew about three things. One: It was morning, Two: I was beaten, Three: My dad raped me. I was sore all over and I felt five times as bad as I did last night. I burst into tears the second my eyes opened

I woke up the next morning having barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes all I could see was my mom and the horrible things she had done to me. I wiped a tear from my face. I just couldn't understand why she would do that to me. She was my mother she was supposed to love me

Ted Wheeler, proud father and avid couch potato, arrives home from work five hours early and in serious need of a hug. With small shuffling steps he struggles with the heavy cardboard box that had once been his desk as he makes his way up the walk

Sammi sat straight up in the truck passenger seat and felt herself trembling. Both Joseph and Ol'Jack were looking at her. "You okay" Joseph asked then continued, "You were talking and groaning in your sleep but you looked tired so I didn't want to wake ya

He hadn't seen his daughter in years – wasn't allowed after the divorce – and it had shocked him to see the beautiful young woman she had grown into. He picked her up from the airport and tried his best not to stare at her on the drive back to his house

This is my first story. I know it need some edit, but understand English not my first language. This story contain dark fantasy and pregnancy with some incest. You been warn. Other then that feel free to read

Second Job It was about 30 minutes to close when I was told that Ms. Ochoa wanted to see me after closing. Although I wore a pager per her orders, I never turned it on. Fuck her. First off, if the money from this job wasn’t going to help my son in college, I wouldn’t be here

The luxurious boardroom of the prestigious law firm of Pierce, Pierce, Singer, Melanchthon & Associates, resembled an exclusive club with its walnut panelled walls, hung with paintings and photographs of selected predecessors, once important themselves, now long departed

It was quite a bit chilly today Morgan thought as she shivered in her tree stand. She had just gotten over a cold and almost didn't come, but the family needed meat. Her voice was gone and her throat itched some, but she was no longer sick. It had been a new feeling for her

Chapter 3: Shower Shenanigans I gave Sarah 30 minutes to create the stories she was going to use for her mum and Amy, make her calls, and explicitly told her to “clean her disgusting whore face”