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Jenny knelt by the foot of her bed praying, as she had every night since she was 3. At that young age, her mom helped her say the words of the familiar bedtime prayer “Now I lay me down to sleep...” Now, her calm, even voice recited the syllables from memory as her mom lay passed out in the other room.
“I pray the Lord my soul to keep...” The teen’s eyes were focused on the crucifix hung above the head of her four-poster canopy bed, its frilly pink accoutrements framing the religious icon with an innocent sensuality.
“If I should die before I wake...” As she said these words, a shiver passed through Jenny’s young body as it often did. Images of her dead body, strangled with blue-black bruises on her white throat; or slashed and bloody, her mouth parted in a wordless cry of terror, her bright blue eyes staring sightlessly. As her body reacted to her mind’s morbid imaginings, another set of eyes watched her.
“I pray the Lord my soul to take.” These eyes were outside Jenny’s bedroom window, and they belonged to Jarrod, a 36-year-old CPA who lived down the block. When he was in his 20s, Jarrod discovered the joys of sneaking through the neighborhood, peeping through windows. He often watched his neighbors as they changed clothes, showered, or had sex. Jenny was one of his favorite viewing subjects; he had watched her several times before over the course of about a year. He wanted to do more than watch, though.
As Jenny finished her prayer and stood up, her coltish young body was silhouetted by a desk lamp, which penetrated her translucent nightgown. Jarrod was treated to an outline of her perfect young body ... her small, tight, breasts, thin waist, and round bottom atop a shapely set of legs. Almost as if she were posing for him, she stretched and yawned before heading out of the room toward the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Jenny quietly brushed her teeth. It wouldn’t have mattered if she were noisy; her mom as unconscious. She started drinking a few years ago after the divorce, and was now a confirmed alcoholic. Jenny was on her own, for the most part, fixing her own meals and getting herself to and from school. Once a month she roused her mom enough to sign and deposit the alimony and child support checks, but any semblance of the love she once received from her parents was long past.
After spitting out the used toothpaste and rinsing her brush and mouth with tap water, Jenny hiked up her nightgown, pulled down her white cotton panties, and sat on the toilet. She had no smartphone; her mom wouldn’t approve such a thing instead spending far too much of the family’s income on vodka. Even now, Jenny knew, Grey Goose bottles were strewn about the living room, among fast food wrappers, dirty clothes, and garbage. She would need to give the room a good cleaning tomorrow.
Sighing, the girl finished tinkling, and quickly wiped her pussy crack with a wad of toilet paper, As she did, she briefly thought about Glan, the boy she wanted to date. He was a senior and she was just a junior, but he was sooo handsome! But she was poor and couldn’t afford nice clothes or makeup, so there was no way handsome Glen would look her way. Sighing again, she dropped the tissue in the toilet and flushed the handle.
Humming quietly, she walked back to her room and walked over to the desk lamp, the room’s only illumination. Behind her, Jarrod stepped out from behind the door and eased silently toward her. As she clicked the lamp off in and turned toward the bed, she caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar shadow out of the corner of her eye just as Jarrod grabbed her, one hand over her mouth and the other arm around her throat.
Jenny’s first thought was that her father had somehow sneaked into her room and was hugging her, but then her mind realized how dumb that was. Her father was in Belize, doing some kind of thing with the University. She screamed as loudly as she could, but her cry was muffled and silenced by Jarrod’s large hand. She struggled, kicking and flailing her arms, but he firmly pulled her over to the bed, out of reach of anything that might crash to the ground if kicked, and sat down with her on his lap.
As Jenny continued to struggle, Jarrod slowly clamped down with his arm around her throat until she was having difficulty breathing. She paused her struggles for a moment, trying to catch her breath and get set for another onslaught. When she quieted, her captor eased off his grip slightly, allowing her to breathe.
As planned, Jenny caught her breath and lashed out again, desperately trying to headbutt her foe in the face, or heel-kick him in a sensitive spot. Again, Jarrod calmly clamped his arm tightly around her throat, cutting off her breath and leaving her slightly light-headed.
The bitterly cold wind stabbed at Lord Ragan’s face like a thousand needles. They were in real peril. The snowstorm had snuck up on them two days ago. They had lost their way in the white blindness.Now it was just Lord Ragan and his oldest trusted bodyguard and aide, Simmons. His two other lieutenants had become separated from their horse train in the previous long night. He had to assume they were dead or dying somewhere, lost as he was in this desolate wasteland.He did not believe he would...
Fantasy & Sci-FiWallace gave a huge sigh of relief at the news the great Lord had agreed to bed his wife. Exactly what retribution Wallace feared he would encounter after failing to arrange a young farmer's daughter to bed him, Ragan did not know. Ragan would have been disappointed for sure, but he wasn’t the type of lord to deal out death and judgement for what he considered a minor failure to uphold the ‘Thanking’ tradition. It wasn’t even a real law per se, just a custom.Of course, Ragan had kept silent,...
Fantasy & Sci-FiFuture Lord and Prisoner?s Balls# Day 1Prisoner 102 knew that it was a privilege to be tortured by the Lord. That bastard would make him tremendously suffer and milk every drop of cum from his cock, but he would not damage his body. Only the most beautiful prisoners were selected for his pleasure. The other were tortured by the guards and subdued to any sort of injuries and horrible mutilations.He knew, he had not to speak if not asked and did not make any resistance as he was led naked by the...
Chapter 11 At that point Derek arrived with the liquor and another man was helping him and I seen the ruby aurora it was hidden but there. I said to Roger and Larry, ‘Get behind me and I unmasked coming to full power thinking the Bull was here and ready or not I was ready to take him on. Larry went to his knees seeing the white brilliant light and Roger shield his eyes. Frank bowed and shut his eyes ‘My lord I am Frank Mill, Lord Cancer.’ ‘By the lords you guys need name tags, I thought you...
This story began as a prologue for a much longer story that was never completed – so I just continued with this part instead.Lord Harrington’s OrdealLord Harrington was laid naked on a long, thin table, his arms secured to the sides by steel rings and his legs spread wide and secured high in the air to a metal bar suspended from the ceiling. Carol was stood between his open legs, gently scraping her long fingernails around the tip of his throbbing cock. ?I do hope that you’re going to give me...
THE STRANGE CASE OF LORD DERRINGFORD After my marriage, and the establishment of my new home, I saw less of Sherlock Holmes than hitherto, and as a consequence became less familiar with his activities. Consulting my notebooks, I see that I have details of few cases from that period of my life, so the case - the facts of which I am about to set down - was unusual. In one particular respect, it was extraordinary - so much so that its publication at the present time would severely...
FOR my LORDIntroductioni am a slave! And this is my story. my Lord is my owner; He is a rich and powerful man who lives in The Netherlands. i am a 30 year old Irish woman, 5’ 8? tall, 34B/24/36 with pert and perky breasts, long dark curly hair and a neatly trimmed ?landing strip?.my Father was a strict Catholic and he would regularly spank me when i was a child; nothing sexual or abusive, merely because i deserved to be punished. However, my Father died when i was 14 and after that i ran wild;...
Lord Cowie of Queenstown was the rather spoiled son of the Viscount of Queenstown. Lord Cowie indulged himself in his father's great wealth everyday. Having been sent down from university the errant young Lord Cowie was looking for anything to keep his salacious appetite, which was any sexual experience, satisfied. It happened one October morning when Lord Cowie had took liberty with the local milk maid,a beautiful girl who enjoyed the hard sex that Lord Cowie and herself partook of in the...
Gr?fin Donatelle, Mimi und Lord Perry Als der Verk?ufer im Antiquit?tenladen Gr?fin Donathelle den magischen Ring an den Finger steckte, f?hlte sie die Kraft des Ringes. Sie l?chelte den Verk?ufer an, als dieser ihr noch einmal die Macht des Ringes erkl?ren wollte. "Glauben Sie mir, junger Mann, ich kenne die Eigenschaften des Ringes. Ich habe ihn seit Jahren gesucht." Gr?fin Donatelle verlie? das Antiquit?tengesch?ft in der Innenstadt, um noch ein paar Eink?ufe zu machen. Heute war der Tag Ihrer Rache und ...
Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...
Sara loved it when the Lord decided he wanted her bound while he fucked her sister. Sara hurriedly until Mathilda, almost pushing her out of the way, lying back against the ladder, her legs spreading willingly. She loved the feel of the metal cuff around her wrists, keeping her tightly bound to the wooden bar over her head. She almost came when the Lord put the whip on her stomach, part of it sliding down between her legs before it came to rest. It was so exciting, seeing the whip, but not...
While they make their way to the manor house, Joe begins to wonder why the fuck has he agreed to let Lord Dammartin spank his wife. Surely such a man will want more from a gorgeous woman like Caroline than to merely slap her arse a few times. Maybe he will want her the Etonian way— you know: perfect and back-door. Isn't that what they prefer— the old-school tie crowd? At the very least he'll want to see Caroline on her knees, his cock between her lips. Surely he will? Joe decides as long as he...
Wife LoversKathleen hurried up the stone castle steps to his lordship’s chamber’s, her arms full of fresh towels and linens. She knew she only had a few minutes before the banquet in the great hall downstairs was over to allow the drunken guests a chance to sleep off their mead before the stag hunt in the morning. Standing before the large oaken door, she rapped twice to make sure she would not be disturbing anyone then slipped inside to the bed chambers. She had only been in Lord Michael’s private rooms...
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Lord Chambers sat in the chair, his cigar burning in the ashtray on the table, a glass of sherry in his hand. He looked at Sara, his cock hardening as he remembered the last time she got down on her knees to blow his prick. She was a delightful girl and knew her station in life. He had given her a job as a chambermaid only after she had submitted to him, Lord Chambers enjoying stripping her naked before she sucked him off for the first time. She got the job right away and she had been...
Lacy glances into the 3-paneled mirror and a cute girly smile flashes across her face. She gently strokes her stringy below, shoulder-length shiny blonde hair. She bats her eyes then prances and preens before the mirror. The stretchy black and white stripe mini-dress clung to her curvy yet slightly muscular body. Black fishnet stockings, with small white bowties, highlighted her shapely legs which shrank down to her small ankles which fit loosely in a pair of shiny black leather, open toe 3’...
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She appeared to me as if an angel at Mr Marchington's ball at the great hall at Thrimby, I was at once bewitched and dangled helpless in her thrall, as I beheld an angel with ringletted golden hair, with eyes of blue and a merry laugh that lightened even my poor dour soul.And I was not alone, everyone else that claimed to be male and of the red blood lusted after this angel, the very epitome of beauty and grace, as she glided swiftly across the dance-floor in as swish of flouncing lace, as if...
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Jacquilt and Stephen sat on the bench and watched Kat and Bitsy spread out the blankets and open the picnic baskets, as the men took off their jackets, rolled up their sleeves and started kicking the ball Rav had brought around. Hank felt like crying, he wanted to join in so badly, he started to walk back to the bench, his whole body seemed to shrink in defeat. Rav ran over picked Hank up and tucked him under his arm, laughing "where do you think your going, you can't go sit on the bench,...
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That evening I entered the library of the Manor house. It was large, larger even than the Woodhouse library. I assumed that the library was at least 500 years old and perhaps older. I knew from the servants that the previous Lord was a learned man and read much. Of course, with 500 years of learning and reading, he should have been such. Truth be told, I had been drawn to the library not in search of Sophia, the Goddess of Wisdom but by Calliope, the Muse of Epic poetry and therefore, of...
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Dot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...
If truth be told I was dreading my return to Marchington Hall, my brother Charles the Fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from service overseas to oversee his estate, though in truth it was no longer his but mine. He left his dear wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked England's hallowed turf, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect model for any artist wishing to depict a witch as ever walked abroad, and with an evil manner to...
I realize that this chapter is short, but I need to move past it to develop the story because it’s been stalling me. Such are the vicissitudes of reading amateur work on the web, I suppose! I hope you all enjoy the feast of 2 chapters after a famine, sorry my disability has been kicking my ass lately! Please vote and remember that I have a comment fetish. * Lilac’s knees and shins burned in agony on the stone floor as she woke, groaning to find herself still in the world and not heaven,...
Heh, thank you, loyal readers, for giving me feedback on my previous piece. To address some of the points people made, since I can't really do it elsewhere (skip to the story if you're not interested): Yes, the first piece was basically plotless. I wrote it because it was a 'fapping piece' and story wasn't really the first thing on my mind. Nevertheless, one has developed, and you get to see a little more of the storyline in this part. I appreciate the ego boost (when I read the...
My education of the powers of the ring came slowly. For one thing, there were no women about on whom I needed such power. The females on the estate already did my bidding without resort to supernatural power. Gradually, I came to know the local gentry as I was introduced into society. As the estate was worth many thousands of pounds annually, I was immediately of the higher gentry myself. The estate was titled, and I wondered how could I explain the previous master had been born hundreds of...
I kept my appointment two days later. We were sitting in her conservatory during the afternoon. The sun was out this day making the glass shine and the flowers quite radiant. I was about to bite into a biscuit when my hostess asked me, "So, which of the girls do you plan to bed?" I spilled my tea and biscuit all over my vest. She was up and laughing as she helped my wipe off my vest. "Lady Warren," I gasped. "What sort of question is that?" "An honest one, Lord Northam. Simply an...
Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
I pulled on my robe, thoughtfully left out by Bekker while we were sleeping, and headed out into the courtyard, where I was greeted with applause. Enna was seated on one of the couches under the pavilion, grinning at me and clapping her hands. “Y’know, if I hear another performance like that, I’m going to be gettin’ in line, m’lord!” I flushed, embarrassed. Everyone else was already up, Calliope giving me a cool look as she studied her spellbook under the pavilion, Katriana giving me a...
With the same, wickedly sharp blade her clothes are also savagely cut from her, not without a few more nicks over her tender nubile body, which only serve to enhance the sight of her standing there with hands bound behind her, tears streaming, her sobs hard and catching in her throat. With the blade he traces over her soft, trembling breasts and nearly nude mound. Her eyes widen in terror as she watches, afraid to move in her fear, her soft whimpers now sobs as her fear rises, and she begs him...
Rosalyn longed for the simple comfort of facing down a hundred screaming barbarians charging at her with swords drawn. Or marching through the Direwood Forest, black as night even at the highest noon, a brigand behind every tree. Anything to avoid spending another minute listening to these selfish old windbags and their small, petty desires. ‘No, absolutely not,’ was her response to the latest scheme. Once again Lord William, Duke of Ambrose, badgered her for more men and resources. A full...
Hey, new submitter here at Fictionmania, you know the drill. I don't mind other people posting this story to their sites, as long as they don't charge and ask me first. This story contains sexual content. You must be of the legal age relevant to your country of residence to view it. Just remember, Menoth is watching you and he knows if you're bad. Then he sets you on fire. This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any people or places, living or dead, is entirely...
My Golden Summer with Blythe – Part 2 Josh’s childhood dream girl visits him in San Francisco. The Return of Blythe Coming from a small farming community, San Francisco proved to be everything Josh had ever imagined – and then some. He loved the freewheeling atmosphere – the friendliness – in short, he fell in love with the city by the Bay. Because of early retirements, and dedication to his work, he had advanced much quicker than he had ever expected. Arriving at his chic little Apartment...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
Lord Dagmar’s EstateChapter 1Dress appropriately. That’s what the letter had said. It wasn’t a letter you ignored either. The calligraphic script and the weight of the paper showed you it meant business. No exclamation mark or other intonation was necessary; the whole thing reeked of old school, old money, old power. That was not to say the age behind the power lessened it, it was still as strong today as it had always been, strong, stable and unmovable. A relentless force driving the...
Chapter 11: Althea, the School Girl The infernal screeching of the alarm clock awoke Cal from his reverie. He had been up for about a half-hour, but he had only been lying in bed next to the love of his life. Althea's arms were still clutched about him as he stealthily clicked the snooze button, assuming that it was six o' five in the morning, his usual waking time during the school week. He had been thinking long and hard about the previous two nights. Evan... what have you become? He...
edited by Master Ken Wednesday, September 4th, 2013 "Hi, I am Miss Blythe," I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. "I will be your World History teacher." It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn't know...
The clashing of swords could be heard all throughout the citadel. The grinding of metal on metal ran through Siegfried's body, making him shudder, but he refused to lower his zweihander or to break eye contact with the... thing he was facing. He had spent months hunting down Soul Edge. He had witnessed first hand its ability to twist a person's mind and body to suit its own ends; his years as the Azure Knight still haunted him to this day. He glared at his mirror image, clad in the...
Greetings once more. Welcome to the third part pf my story. While I do appreciate the fact that people have actually bothered to at least post some sort of commentary to my stories so far, I have yet to reach my rather lofty (it would seem) goals in terms of numbers... I'm also keen to actually get some discussion on my work going, but don't really want to start something without actually getting other people to participate in it... AS such, there is a post I put to a forum a while...
The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
The Lord of Petty Revenges Anthony was a small man who worked at the DVLA in Swansea processing driving license photo cards using the large machine they had there is churn out the new licenses. He did not have much of a social life, and spent much of the time he was not drinking down the pub with his only friend Bernard (who worked at the local zoo) doing sculpture in his own home. Anthony was a man who took being slighted very seriously and ever since he had been bullied at school...
I would like to thank all of my readers who have been so adamant about wanting this storyline to continue. For those of you who are familiar with my work, you know that I do not write sex stories meant for a quick yank, but rather write a story that has sex in it. If you have read the first 2 parts of this story then you know that this storyline is no different. I am currently working on part 4 of this story and hope to have it up for validation in the next few weeks. Again, thank you all for...