Ascent to Beauty Part 3
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Chapter 1 One of the very first questions Ian asked himself the first night he was out there alone in the woods, in the dark, cold, afraid, and weak with hunger, was why had he even come on this journey? He asked the question because he honestly didn't even have an answer, and he thought that perhaps he should have had an answer before he even began, but he didn't. "The ascent to Heart Rock is no easy road," his grandmother had told him. "Many young men and women have died on their way...
Chapter 1 henrietta felt as though she was living a dream, a dream riding upon the heels of a nightmare. The change had been sudden and dramatic, though she had been slow to realize and understand that although the nature of the dream had changed, it was not as if she was waking up to arrive back where she was before the nightmare began. It had been very confusing and his mind had not been quite right. Most vivid in her memories was the hunger. And the thirst. It seemed that for...
The Womanless Beauty Pageant - Part 12 of 11 The only thing worse than being pressured into participating in a womanless beauty pageant, is to finish in last place. The ramifications of that experience turned out to be life changing, for Miss Bobby. As Co-authors, Monica and I have a couple of very special ladies to thank, both are icons in the TG community. The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration this story would never have been written. The second...
DENIAL -- CONCLUSIONI found the story Denial by Conquered extremely interesting even though there was no conclusion. That’s one thing I find annoying about stories online. I usually just move on to another story, but something about this one grabbed me. I tried to contact the author without success so I decided to write my own conclusion. It’s based initially on events built into the original story. After that it is a figment of my own twisted...
When I awoke the next morning, I had four magnificent breasts to play with. And I did. My antics woke both girls so after giving both of them a long good morning kiss I slipped out from under the sleeping fur and pulled on my jumpsuit. As I was dressing Sheel raised herself to one elbow displaying one perfectly shaped breast and asked, "Dac, that thing... making love, how did you know to do that?" "Why, didn't you like it?" I teased. "Oh no! Please don't think that! It is wonderful....
Oh The Webs We Weave; Conclusion By Cheryl Lynn This is a work of fiction. To understand this final installment please read the previous two chapters. Any resemblance to any person, place or thing is purely accidental. Copy write held in author's name and no replication or reproduction is allowed except for personal pleasure. Pay site or other republication for payment is strictly forbidden without author's consent. [email protected] Oh The Webs We Weave;...
Vanessa's Secret Chapter Three Conclusion By Jason Morgan Vanessa plans for her freedom and some revenge against her her family. This is the final conclusion of this tale as she plans for her future with Michael and his powerful family while making plans to take down her own family who sold her into slavery. But, will she really be free? Part 3 Vanessa slept alone and felt safe all night for the first time in many long years. It was such a foreign feeling that she didn't really...
When I first decided to tell the story of ‘The Office Intern’, I had hoped the truth would have provided some freedom from the misery which ensued after Lisa started her senior year of high school. Admittedly, recalling that summer, with all the hope and possibilities we believed existed, was a sort of panacea. Reminding me of a magical time when two people existed just to love each other. But it also reopened doors I’d believed had been sealed for decades. Ultimately, I realized that the...
30,000 B.C. Dac and Toug, two male Homo Sapiens hurriedly moved along the windswept ice sheet in an otherwise featureless landscape. They were dressed in crude garments made of animal skins; their hair was long and both their faces covered with heavy beards. Both primitive men slowed momentarily and leaned forward bracing against the wind as they craned down to track the prints of their prey in the soft, newly fallen snow covering the hard-pack ice. They turned to the right and quickly...
I feel like I am falling... or is it rising? Words seem unfamiliar to me as I make their shapes with my mouth and throat. I assume that this is my body, the intense sickness in the stomach, the muscular ache in my limbs and the scale of stabbing pains in my head. I can feel each nerve impulse arrive at my brain with all the speed and urgency of melting snow. Then I awoke... I knew immediately things were different. For one thing, I had an erection. I did not even know how I knew it was an...
The following morning after we had eaten, I showed Roya and Sheel our new hunting weapons. What I had to show them was a new type of spear and bows and arrows. The spears were not greatly different from what the girls had seen before with the exception that the new spears were longer and much thinner, and the shafts were made of very light weight hollowed metal not wood, and the spear points were steel not bone or stone. However, what really added to their uniqueness was that they were...
When I awoke Sheel was already up fixing breakfast, but a wide-awake Roya was still lying next to me. "We didn't want you to wake up all alone so I stayed next to you Dac." Roya offered as an explanation. "We played two fingers to see which of us would have to get up," Sheel said turning from the fire and giving us a mock frown, "I lost." "Oh that's to bad Sheel," I commented pouting my lips as I used my hands to touch, feel and generally maul all the softer parts of Roya's...
The following morning I found Sheel had remained in bed with me and I made good on my promise to make it up to her for yesterday morning being spent with Roya. After breakfast we continued with target practice. As expected, I was very effective with the spear and atlatl. Unexpected, both girls were not bad with the spears and atlatl from the very start and they improved very quickly. After an hour or so, the girls went back to the bow and arrow practice and I went off to hunt. Once I was...
I awoke early the next morning finding that both my mates were still sound asleep. As deftly as possible, I slid upward out from under the sleeping fur. They had worked very arduous last night slaving over me and I did not wish to disturb them. I quietly exited the hut and stood in the cold morning air stretching out my limbs. A faint light illuminated the eastern skies where the sun would eventually rise. Finches and meadowlarks announced the impending dawn, while small rodents rustled...
The next day we spent getting ready for the long trip to Threm's winter camp. All three of us worked together preparing and crushing the salt rock. Then while Roya used some of the salt to preserve our meats, Sheel finished the elk skin she had stretched over the drying rack. We fashioning arrow quivers with shoulder straps and redesigned the furs we wore over our jump suits. These furs no longer needed to be as bulky for warmth because of our jumpsuits, so we stripped all the hair off them...
It was just minutes before sunrise and the sky was draped in a skin of purple when I stepped outside through the entrance of our hut. The morning air felt cold against my skin and a penetrating chill shot through my veins. I relieved myself then went back inside to eat. After breakfast we packed the travois placing the sleeping furs, tarp and poles on the bottom as a platform for the other items. After everything was organized, I noted a problem. The problem was with the spears. The new...
The following morning was not a pleasant one for me. I had no idea how Threm would react to a stranger attempting to make a trade with him and I insisted that my mates remain at our camp while I went to negotiate. "I will go with you," spoke Roya. "And I," said Sheel. "Neither one of you will go," I replied. "This is work that requires strategy, not force. One man alone may succeed where a show of force could invite disaster. I will go alone. If I need your help, I'll return for...
As directed by my two matchmakers, I went inside one of the smaller traveling hut's and found a large pan of heated water and one of our soap bars. After washing up, I was led to a second traveling hut and asked to wait inside. This hut had several layers of thick, soft furs placed on the floor and a small fire already well established. I sat and waited. Martreen entered the hut and stood tentatively before me, her lush, freshly washed, black hair shimmered like the sun across a raven's...
I found Treeya first. She was standing guard near one of the smaller traveling huts keeping an eye on the top of the rise I had descended earlier that day. Roya or Sheel must have given her a jumpsuit because it was clearly visible under her furs. She was also wearing the new moccasins and the leather belt with knife and pouch tied around her slim waist. As I approached she smiled brightly, and this time she did not lower her eyes when she said, "Oh, thank you so much for all these...
By the next morning any fear the women of the clan had of me was either gone or ignored. They still acted apprehensive but I think it was more because none of their clansmen were around than because of me. I believe that the confidence and self-assurance that my mates displayed was even beginning to rub off on some of them. Some bustled around preparing breakfast, others taking care of babies or youngsters, while still others remained on lookout, but farther outside of camp now that it was...
Martreen believed the hunting party had headed for the lower level of what they called MammothMountain, so taking a water skin, weapons and dried meat I headed out in the same direction. From the campsite, I moved steeply up through the last of the tree-populated area, and arrived at the start of a ridge after about 30 minutes. A couple of hours later, I arrived at the ridge proper. This ridge section was especially spectacular, in some places its knife edge path had steep drops down to the...
It was well after dark when we approached the winter camp. The camp was as I remembered it the night before with several fires going but no visible sign of habitation. I had previously cautioned Iega and we approached with care. There! I saw the shadow of movement at the edge of one of the fires. A woman scout. "Hello," I called out, "It is I, Dac. Hello." Three figures darted across the opening toward us. Two to the sides and one towards the front. "Dac?" Sheel's voice, "Who is...
Despite what Iega had told me concerning Broc's location and the estimated time of his return, Sheel thought it best to continue with the lookout schedule both day and night. But, now having five hunters as opposed to three (Treeya and Martreen were now considered hunters) and a few other clans women trained in the use of thrusting spears the schedule that night was very light for the five of us. Sheel modified the hunter's schedule so that only one of us was out on guard at any given...
The small sky fires shone that night. Bright and iridescent in the black knit sky, so very high above the group of uneasy men eating around the large fire pit. While the men ate, I addressed them, "For any that may not know, I am Dac of the Jearet clan. I and my mates came to your clan only to reclaim that which was unrightfully taken from us by you and Threm. Having done so, we learned of cruelties taking place within your clan that we found not easy to ignore, and at the request of the...
The plain offers its own form of beauty. It is very large, and to the north and east where the glaciers have receded, the far off landscape is dotted with clusters of trees called the steps woodland. During the rains, the plain becomes covered with an abundance of grasses and other ground covers sustaining numerous varieties of grazing animals. We walked at a slow pace hunting small game for food as we traveled. The trip was uneventful until our forth day out when we came upon the carcass of...
It was late fall and I awoke early. I slipped out of bed then stood up carefully making sure I didn't disturb any of my still sleeping mates. I yawned and stretched then noticed that Roya was already up clutching a fur that she had wrapped tightly around her waist leaving both of her full, firm breasts bare. I walked over to her and kissed her good morning. She returned my kiss then motioned me to walk with her outside onto the cliff. As we walked arm and arm in silence from the cave to the...
Treeya worked with the captured horses almost day and night for two weeks straight, feeding, watering, talking to them, and most importantly, even getting them familiar with Dugut and Nugut so they wouldn't panic every time the two wolves came around. Occasional she asked for and received help from Sheel, and then a week later Treeya informed us that she felt ready to attempt the next step with the horse training. The following morning Treeya explained she had discovered that when a horse...
The days were growing shorter and the nights growing colder, winter was just a few weeks away. I was sitting out on the shelf outside our cave contemplating moving the horse pen closer to the cave where it would be easier for us to watch over and protect our mares. After all penned up animals are easy prey for predators. Fortunately for us, and even more so for the mares, Dugut and Nugut had taken to watching over the horses during the night. The location I had in mind was directly below the...
As we rode, I maneuvered my mount close to Treeya's so she could hear me, "Treeya," I admitted, "You were as brave as any man I have ever hunted with. I honestly do not understand how you managed to stay on top of that jumping and twisting mount of yours yet were still able to get off all clean shots with both your spear and arrows. You are amazing my little flower, amazing." "I didn't know what I was doing," Treeya said modestly. "I saw the cave bear coming for me, then when the...
"So, I showed you how to make that blood transferring thing?" I asked Martreen as we sat side by side on a log relaxing outside her hut. It had been a half-hour since the blood transfer and a marked improvement in Dugut's condition was easily recognizable. Martreen looked over at me. I was pleased to see her eyes sparkling, she looked relaxed and beautiful, the previous tension and anxiety gone from her face and posture, "That's right, you showed it to me in a night thought." I...
When our large traveling party arrived at the spot where Treeya and I had been attacked by the cave bear there was now little left of the bear but a few bones. Little to show for how large and dangerous the animal had actually been, but the clansmen were impressed none the less, and even collected what teeth and claws they could find assuring Treeya and I that they would fashion each of us a necklace when time permitted. While I was pulling the travois out from the brush that Treeya and I...
After the excitement with the saber-tooth, the crossing of the Plain became uneventful, its monotony being relieved, however, by the childish delight of Rooann and Iega by way of their novel experience of being bonded mates. Their daytime display of excitement and bliss, along with their nighttime noises of pleasure, became infectious with the clan members and several women and even some men talked with both of them and Martreen about "making love" training. The weather remained fine, and...
Veen’s body shook with relief on being allowed respite from the majestic Zeeta’s whip, his cock thrusting hard at the bed in desperation to come while the two attendant guards laughed along with their mistress at his pathetic submission. They too, had used the whip liberally on him, and delighted in having their cunts licked to satisfaction in turn, while their counterparts lashed his flesh, the synthetic whips serving a punishing sting without damaging the flesh which glowed red. As Zeeta...
Trellis ran through the soft grass which caressed his flanks and exposed manhood, stumbling from time to time as his bare feet were punished by the occasional rough stone protruding from the otherwise smooth ground, which in stretches no more than several hundred yards between the cover of trees and bushes, seemed like miles as he was conscious of his exposure. He collapsed with his lungs fit to burst, in a hollow within a wooded copse and lay panting, not daring to look as the image of the...
Zeeta lay back and sighed, as she played her favourite vibrator up and down the wet crevice of her sex, the screen on the wall showing one of the later videos of her and her beloved Arna, embracing in orgasm as they writhed entwined in sharing a curved and double headed dildo. Sated momentarily by a rich orgasm, her hopes boosted by the commissioning of the somewhat mercenary Varnella, she flicked the screen to one of the live external cameras, and laughed cynically as she watched the Wasp...
Veen was at least comforted a little from the nightmare he’d let himself into, by Varnella’s revelation to the women of Gelding House of her intention to retrieve his Omni battery; it eased his dilemma slightly, knowing the formidable women would now assist in securing it from the position on the green plain that the ship’s indicator had shown. It did not ease his immediate predicament however, and he was conscious of his cock standing rigid in a rude salute to the lush and cruel display of...
Veen’s latent but newly discovered urge to escape, was bolstered by the arrival and announcement by two shapely guards some hours later, announcing that the pod with the second battery had been recovered, and the guards had obligingly restored it to its position within the Wasp. Though he craved the dominant attentions of Varnella, and her crushing power held him to that pleasure like an addiction to an opiate, his rational mind, or what was left of it, still fought back during those...
Despite a night of exhaustive emissions of his seed, Veen erected healthily as the evidence of it upon the glistening latex was viewed with mocking delight by the women, Arna receiving a thorough spanking across Candia’s knees, in lieu of her wanton lust in allowing it to happen; the girl’s tears flowing as the dominant woman’s firm hand had her soft cheeks brought to a rosy Glow with sadistic pleasure. “There’s a price to pay for every pleasure my sweet, and you’ve many pleasures to come...
Varnella was more than pleased to indulge in the homely luxury of a bath, the limitations of space travel affording her a shower only, and she found the servile Mylo pleasingly accommodating in his service to her also; his very adept service with his tongue, following his grateful service with a sponge, rewarded by her allowing him to masturbate at her feet after drying her down with suitably fluffy towelling. A soft robe then being made available to her, she led him back into the lounge on...
Veen was soon to find that not all males who found themselves entertaining the hospitality of Zeeta and the women aboard the Atalanta, fell victim to the immediate sport which lustily appeased feminine sadism there. Now safely returned to Varnella’s leash after having provided the women with a little entertainment himself, via a sound whipping by her, He watched from a parapet high above a grand entrance to the citadel he’d not witnessed before, as a column of males under strict obedience...
Trellis followed Rosseena down into a dimly lit labyrinth, and was glad to detect brighter lighting beyond the end of the tunnel they were in. Emergence from this tunnel revealed a larger and cavernous thoroughfare, through which bustled the population of the stockade, in a calm and orderly fashion, as though on some routine errand. The lights carried by them, illuminated the way forward, along with Rosseena’s smile, which she directed at her feminine compatriots, many of whom had their...
Though Zeeta could have had the shuttle ferry her and the brigade of dominant militia closer to where it was believed Rosseena and the stockade inhabitants would be, and where the band of feminine rebels who were the defiant remnants of the two houses were bound to follow, she considered it more sporting to pursue their prey on foot; the welfare of the Stockade people of little significance to her, the thrill of the chase of more importance, though Skara and Avra may have had different ideas,...
Trellis could just make out the shape of the low stone building through the swirling mist, as Rosseena and the stockade women led him on to the boats they hoped would be awaiting them just a little further ahead. His owner smiled visibly on noting the structure herself. “The seamonk hide store, not far to go now...” As they approached it and the bold woman swung a creaking door open, Trellis couldn’t resist taking a sniff at the aroma from the plethora of furs within it, the scent rewarding...
I originally wrote this story for another site that will remain nameless here. Although you cannot read what came before I think I have given enough information to enable any reader to make sense of the story. There’s enough in what I’ve written to make what I believe is a good stand-alone story. >>>>>> I rarely read cuckold stories. There’s something about them that makes me extremely uncomfortable, especially when the male is a totally accepting wimp, but I did find “A Willing...
Hello Everyone. I’d like to start out by apologizing for taking so long to write the epic conclusion of this love triangle of a story. In my defense it took me this long to get the full story from all of the characters and for enough action to transpire, but I digress. I hope you enjoy it and leave comments and ratings! This story is 100% true. I know each character personally. A Rock and A Hard Place 3 (Conclusion) April 8th, 2013....
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I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to my great grandfather. You have already perused the first four sections of the missive; here is the conclusion. I felt it might hold special interest for you. By now we know that the consumptive young girl known as Dorothea died sometime around 1850 and was replaced by a street urchin, Dick Osgood, who had become her friend and, through a tortuous series of events, had also become her...