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By RawlyRawls This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain. If you want to read lots more stuff, vote on new stories, or support my writing, please visit my Subscribestar site (you can find the link in my profile). Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Chapter 1 Like most things, the echo of hooves died quickly out on the Hawk’s Road. Engineers had somehow suspended the cobbled path along the ridge. On one side, a declivity fell hundreds of feet down to...
Master Solomon's home towered over every other building in the tiny village of Sacca. Most of the homes and businesses there were small one or two story structures, mostly made out of wood and mud. Master Solomon's tower, was made almost entirely of cinder block, was seven stories tall and reached eighty-two feet into the air, measured from the ground to the very top of the pointed roof. Master Solomon was one of the few master wizards still around. The need for wizards and magic had fallen...
Her mind wandered back to the days when her and 'Cooky' would happily play around Essex Cricket Club. Her bowling and him practising his cover drives. Cooky had moved down after finishing at Bedford School. He was a bright young man and Manning knew he was destined for greatness. Often she would tell him how his batting resembled that of Bradman or Sobers. She knew teasing him would make him horny and she could cop a grope of his cock after nets. One summers afternoon, amidst the start of...
The Tower of the Red-Eyed Princess is not marked on any map. Its whereabouts are unknown... down to the planet... down to the very universe, and the very dimension. Such a map would be unnecessary. When challengers seek the tower... or, when the tower calls for challengers... the two will find each other. The tower is told of in hushed whispers... it is said that inside sleeps a red-eyed demon princess, the heir to a vast army and untold riches assembled by an unstoppable demon lord capable of...
FantasyLight sparkled from the huge chandelier and reflected from the thousands of diamonds encrusting the women in attendance. While an orchestra played softly from one corner of the room, tuxedo clad waiters with white gloves circulated silver trays of champagne and caviar. A small circle of Cabinet members talked quietly with the President. A long string of black limousines was still pulling up outside and passes were being checked against the guest list. Suddenly there was a perceptible pause...
“shame she isn’t a virgin the President. Our clients like virgins too." The president by the name of Donald Trump looked the girl over. She was young, in her twenties, small well formed breasts, blonde shoulder length hair and skinny body. Her clothes consisted of a T shirt and canvas trousers. on her feet she wore old leather sandals. “What's your name?" asked the President. “Tomi Lahren from Fox News" the girl answered. “Well Tomi Lahren, you belong to us now. Our organization has...
Nicole Arbour. Lesbian madam. 40 years old, 5’ 10” tall, leggy, athletic, strong. And stacked. Like a brick house. 50E-24-38. Shoulder-length thick blonde hair. Bright red lipstick, toenails, and fingernails. Golden tan from sunbathing in the nude. Neatly trimmed pussy. A real, live Amazon queen. Nicole had been supplying beautiful American blondes to Kayleigh McEnany’s escort service. A very lucrative partnership. Kayleigh had double-crossed Donald Jr and Eric. Embezzling from the Trump was...
My sister, Ivanka, is so sexy and nice, I must have her. Every guy wants her. Her body is perfect, her tits are a little larger than a handful, her body nice and thin at 5 foot and 11 inches, framed by her long, trim legs. Her face was angelic with hazel eyes and her face was beautiful, her hair golden blonde, long, wavy and soft. I get a boner every time I look at her. She knows she's sexy, because all the guys do that around her, even me. She seems to like looking at me, sometimes she...
My mom, Marla, had let me live with my daddy Donald. Daddy became abusive towards me, calling me mean names and hitting me whenever I was bad. Now, I know all parents hit their kids, but I'm not talking about a slap on the ass. I'm talking about being slapped in the face and even punched. Two months after I turned x, he created a special punishment. He would tie me to a table he had in the basement, which he called the punishment table, then whip me with a leather strap. A month after that...
Nicole Arbour. Lesbian madam. 40 years old, 5’ 10” tall, leggy, athletic, strong. And stacked. Like a brick house. 50E-24-38. Shoulder-length thick blonde hair. Bright red lipstick, toenails, and fingernails. Golden tan from sunbathing in the nude. Neatly trimmed pussy. A real, live Amazon queen. Nicole had been supplying beautiful American blondes to Kayleigh McEnany’s escort service. A very lucrative partnership. Kayleigh had double-crossed Donald Jr and Eric. Embezzling from the Trump was...
A couple of times when we were in the room alone and she greeted me with a kiss I took hold of her chin and kissed her on the mouth. She would give a nervous little giggle but I could tell it upset her some. After a few times of this, she began giving me a quick peck on the lips of her own free will, I think she looked upon it as a game. Once when she had come in from school I was standing in the kitchen alone and when we hugged and kissed I held her and forced my tongue in her mouth. She...
Mom had run off to L.A. a few months before, unable to take the stress of Dad’s drinking and temper any longer, leaving me alone with him in our big house in New York City. Mom hoped to get in the movies somehow. She once even said she’d even suck some producer’s penis until it shot gobs of cum into her mouth if it would get her a job on TV. Things had been going OK. I had settled into a routine of going to school, coming home and doing homework, and then cooking dinner. I would eat alone and...
Light sparkled from the huge chandelier and reflected from the thousands of diamonds encrusting the women in attendance. While an orchestra played softly from one corner of the room, tuxedo clad waiters with white gloves circulated silver trays of champagne and caviar. A small circle of Cabinet members talked quietly with the President. A long string of black limousines was still pulling up outside and passes were being checked against the guest list. Suddenly there was a perceptible pause...
Nicole Arbour. Lesbian madam. 40 years old, 5’ 10” tall, leggy, athletic, strong. And stacked. Like a brick house. 50E-24-38. Shoulder-length thick blonde hair. Bright red lipstick, toenails, and fingernails. Golden tan from sunbathing in the nude. Neatly trimmed pussy. A real, live Amazon queen. Nicole had been supplying beautiful American blondes to Kayleigh McEnany’s escort service. A very lucrative partnership. Kayleigh had double-crossed Donald Jr and Eric. Embezzling from the Trump was...
Light sparkled from the huge chandelier and reflected from the thousands of diamonds encrusting the women in attendance. While an orchestra played softly from one corner of the room, tuxedo clad waiters with white gloves circulated silver trays of champagne and caviar. A small circle of Cabinet members talked quietly with the President. A long string of black limousines was still pulling up outside and passes were being checked against the guest list. Suddenly there was a perceptible pause...
A young woman groaned as she stirred awake by the sound of a brass gong ringing out in the distance. The young woman was Lynn Anne Hwang, a prodigy in the use the noble short sword and crescent pendulum through the martial arts known as Lahn. She awoke to find herself on the small boat she had chartered from the docks of the small port-city of Xu Chi. She did not care for how the oarsman was leering at her, but she understood that many found her quite attractive and that it was part of the...
The open area at the foot of the Lavender Tower was once again crowded as the sun set over the harbor turning the sky pink and purple as the ocean became almost blood red. All around the perimeter, small concession stands were set up to service the public's hunger for over-priced festival food as upon the small wooden stage a stocky blond woman with too many piercings operated an array of stereo equipment. Supplying the area with a variety music. The large crowd of people whom either stood...
Sally Brightwall was on one of London’s famous double-decker buses going down the Marsh Wall Rd. She was on her way to the Harbour Exchange Square, where the London Exchange Tower could be found. This new sixteen storey high skyscraper, comprising of not one, but two giant fortifications, was just one of many modern office blocks that rose from what once was waste ground, and now formed the heart of London’s Docklands. Looking at the other passengers on the bus, Sally couldn’t help feeling...
ExhibitionismYou awaken on the day of your 18th birthday. A special day as your training as a mage of the tower is complete. All that remains to take your place amoung that great order is to complete a quest set by your tutor. You rouse in your spartan bed chamber and wash your body, ready to present yourself to Alaria, your tutor and the ruler of your life for the past ten years, ever since you were gifted to the tower by your family. You never faulted them for it, coming from a poor peasant farming...
Fantasy"How familiar are you with meditation?" I asked Cor. "Well, I've done it in Yoga class, and our drama teacher liked to have us do it now and then during class in high school, but I wouldn't say I do it often, or even at all recently." Cor answered. "Well, we do it at the drop of a hat, and not just us kids, but all our parents too. Its a basic tool in the arsenal of the Legion and the Guardians." Ren said. "At least you're familiar with the basics then?" I asked. "Controlling...
For a blissful moment, Rhys thought he was back in the village, back in Dara’s bed. The soft linen on his naked skin, the smell of apples- “Rise and shine, my boy!” The voice was most definitely not Dara’s. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, blinking furiously. Next to his bed, barely able to look at him over the tall frame and mattress, stood a blonde, beardless dwarf. His hair was neatly parted to one side and he didn’t bother with the student robes, instead wearing a simple shirt, an...
RapunzelBy oggbashan ©With apologies to the brothers Grimm***********************************************************Copyright Oggbashan May 2004Minor edit November 2014The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.**********************************************************The prince...
When the website first showed up, not many people paid attention, but it soon amassed a following. It was called Tower of Voices and users could connect, multiple at a time, to see realistic moment by moment video of what seemed to be the inside of some fantastical tower in a magical world. It was fascinating, but there was no way to interact with this world on the screen until one day. An elderly man was spotted in the tower and when one of the users commented out loud the elderly man...
FantasyJanuary 14th, 0001 A.A "It's hard to think it's been less then a month since this world fell into ruin." Eve says. On December 21st, giant towers grew into the sky across the world. We don't know why they rose, or where they came from, but all we know is that less then an hour after they ascended, monsters attacked the cities that surrounded them. I was eating lunch with my sister, talking about what to get our friends for Christmas, when the creatures approached the street. I saw wolf like...
FantasyManning arrived and stepped out of the limousine. She had got changed. She was wearing white adidas trainers, cream coloured shorts, a white Hollister polo shirt which showed her white bra and a white adidas cap. For some reason she was wearing another pair of Oakley shades, white this time. Trump had never seen anyone look like this, it was a bold look that was for sure, but it was one that Manning pulled off with effortless ease. Manning was walked to the door by the secret service detail,...
It’s now or never, Allison thought to herself as she smiled and climbed up the three-story observation tower. From the top level she could see out over the trees of Lettuce Lake Park. Looking down to the left and the right she could see people in the distance walking on the boardwalk leading towards the tower. It was a bright sunny day. No one was yet on the tower with her. Maybe she could get away with it. But getting caught would only add the challenge of trying to get out of trouble…Allison...
ExhibitionismLooking through the sheer curtains of the cabana, I see about a dozen people looking at both of us. Some I just met tonight and others that I don’t recognize. Then Emily says to me, ‘Since you been a naughty cum slut again, I will have you service some of the VIP members tonight! Remember don’t talk to anyone and only whisper into my ear.’ Cuddling next to Emily, I think back to the start of the day, being caught by Emily dressed as Deedra. What a glorious day, having sex with my special...
Sally Brightwall looked at her fiancé’s boss and an immediate feeling of anxiety swept over her. Although he was smiling pleasantly, the dangerous glint in his eyes told her enough. "What do you want Stephan?" she asked coldly, already suspecting the answer. "If you think I'm gonna get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, forget it. I'll take my chances. When Peter finds out what you've done, he'll kick the shit out of you." Stephan looked disdained. He'd expected some resistance, in fact it...
Reluctance[b]So a couple of days later when Bart brought me my breakfast he lingered after he had finished the cleansing and feeding routine. “Bart, do you have something on your mind?” I asked.“Today is the first day that I will not lock the door behind me. “ He said, “but I need to explain how things will work, then you must decide if you are willing to accept the circumstances of your freedom.”I nodded, so excited that I was unable to speak, after all I had only seen the inside of my tower room for a...
Looking through the sheer curtains of the cabana, I see about a dozen people looking at both of us. Some I just met tonight and others that I don't recognize. Then Emily says to me, "Since you been a naughty cum slut again, I will have you service some of the VIP members tonight! Remember don't talk to anyone and only whisper into my ear." Cuddling next to Emily, I think back to the start of the day, being caught by Emily dressed as Deedra. What a glorious day, having sex with my special...
CrossdressingThe Arcade Series The Tower of Terror I was struggling. My eyes narrowed and my brow painfully tightened as Ibit my tongue, trying desperately to work out the schedule. Two many days-offrequests, with everyone wanting to go to Ren Faire! I threw down my pencilin disgust, leaning back in my chair and taking another sip of my MountainDew. "Jeff?" I heard my name and I turned to the doorway. Jacqueline, one ofmy staff, was standing there with a mischievous smile on her face as she leanedagainst...
Escape from the Tower by Angela Collins (A fiction loosely based on the true story of William Maxwell, 5th Earl of Nithsdale's escape from the Tower of London in February, 1716) My husband, William, had been arrested and taken to the Tower of London. After a summery trial for his part in the so called 'Jacobite Rebellion' and proclaiming James Edward Stuart as the rightful king of Scotland, he was condemned to death by hanging. I, as his dutiful and loving wife, could not possibly...
The dying light announced the end of Jessica’s first day as one of the lucky few who got a summer job in the remaining fire watch towers. It was a dying job with most towers nearing their structural retirement ages and drones being a much cheaper replacement, but in terms of the romantic solitude it was exactly what the catalogues made it appear to be.Even with the quality set of binoculars her father had lent her for the duration of her stay Jessica could still see only forest around her,...
(Please rate the threads; I want to know what I'm doing well on so I can do more of it, and what I'm doing poorly on so I can improve it.) (This takes place several years after the TV show ended. They still call themselves the Teen Titans, but the youngest of them [Terra] is already 18, and Cyborg is now in his mid-twenties.) Cyborg glanced around his room, bored out of his circuits. There was nothing good on TV, he’d already beaten BB at every video game they owned four times each so far today...
The Tower of Astrielle by Arcie Emm Sir Garmra of Vilimar tried to pull his weapon from the corpse of the gargoyle, the last of many beasts he had slain that day; however, in its death it had returned to its stone form, trapping his sword forever. He sighed, even in defeat, the infernal guardians of the Tower of Astrielle continued to serve their Mistress by weakening the attackers, making every step taken difficult. First it had been William and Duese, neither old or skilled enough,...
1. Prison Clara shuddered as she listened to the commotion downstairs. By the goddess, the guards had followed her to Maria?s tavern. She could hear them shouting and Maria?s screamed response. At least Maria had kept her word but Clara was concerned that her willingness to protect her friend could result in her being dragged off to the Riverwake Tower and clapped in irons, or worse. The walled city of Irulan was by no means a safe place, even for an experienced member of the thieves?...
Tuesday, August 29th, 2006, Paris, France Blinding sunlight woke me as it streamed in through the wide-open curtains. They were made of white lace, and they lazily danced around like gossamer-thin butterfly wings as a breeze chose that instant to come sighing through. For a moment, I was disoriented and struggled to remember where I was. Then it all came back to me. We were in France. Across from the Eiffel Tower. And there was another ring hidden somewhere in the Louvre of all places. Then...
Mike’s heart pounded in his chest at the sight of the thing. The Jabberwock regarded the small group of people in its master’s home, then opened its mouth to let out a cry that made him think of a pterodactyl on steroids. Jabberwock saliva misted the entire room, and everyone covered their ears to shut out the cry. Daisy bolted, vanishing down the stairs and leaving a glittering trail behind her. Zel made a break for it, and the Jabberwock lunged for her, leaving a bloody gash in her...
There comes a time in every wizard’s life where they realize they’ve at last been afflicted with the dread curse that every one of their kind spends their whole life running from. That curse’s name is boredom. You can only experience something so many times before it loses its luster. You can only chase cosmic truths and the grand laws underpinning reality for so long before you get a bit kooky yourself. Eventually every wizard wakes up and realize they’ve mastered every discipline that they...
Mind ControlI was looking at the pile of bills on one side of the table and a small buisness card taped to a long envelope on the other. I was at work at a strip club and this was left in the back room for me. In small gold letters, were written: Sandy. My name. That’s it. I disregarded it at first and then noticed how strange it really was when I got home. I opened it and saw a neatly typed note. I have enjoyed your show on many occasions, slut. You could have a future at my tower. If you are interested...
It was a snowy November evening when Tessa’s roommate Ana rushed into their apartment, positively bursting with excitement as she handed Tessa a flyer advertising the party. “It’s at The Tower.” She’d explained breathlessly, cheeks still pink from the cold, snowflakes dusting the shoulders of her Burberry trench, “You know where that is, right?” Of course Tessa knew where The Tower was. Everyone knew about the Tower, walking by the block, even on a weekday night, you were sure to hear dance...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. {if game_started = true} Deep in the Ranthambore jungle in India is a secret village, the Academy and a mysterious temple. The village is the home of only a few hundred or so people. The lives of the villagers is simple for...
FantasyOur night started out like any other weekend night. We wanted to go dance and have a few drinks at the local bar that we frequent. We devised a naughty plan to show off a bit at the adult theater (as he loves to show off how sexy I can be) We danced a few more dances and whispered naughty thoughts we were having to each other and continued to get each other worked up. When we couldn't stand to be in the bar any longer we hurried out to the car and took the country roads to the theater. All the...
You are a poor farm boy named John Doe, you have never even seen the tower before but as with most young people you are entranced by stories of great fame and riches. So you set off for the capital city of Frostfall where the tower is, with all your money and supplies which amounts to 40gp, a small knife, a blanket, and about 8 days worth of food. Most of your trip is uneventful and you reach Frostfall just before night on the third day so you camp just outside the city for the night with plans...
FantasyKara resisted getting up. She stretched her long legs out, and pretended like she couldn’t see the sun sneaking through her bedroom window. All she wanted was a few extra minutes to stay entwined in her sheets, cumfy in her little cocoon, nice and warm and lazy. But, she knew she couldn’t. Today was going to be a busy day, she reflected with a mixture of glumness and excitement. She threw aside the covers and got up. Stretching cat-like, and smiling, Kara thought of everything she had to do...
Alan was in his office putting together the days agenda. There wasn't a huge amount pressing but tensions in Syria were mounting. The recent insurgent uprising meant that there was pressure on the US to send ground troops into the region to support the UN peace keeping forces already there. Alan had been with Trump for 20 years, supporting his business dealings and helping him out of numerous scrapes. But something was different this time, the last time he had been this obsessed with...
"Been busy?" Lydia enquired. "You could say that," Manning began before heading to the bar and ordering another five Hooch's. Alan Saltmayor saw the woman bowl back into the bar, with her Oakleys shading her eyes and fixed his gaze on her. She had a brief interaction with one or two of the other girls before ordering a mammoth round of drinks at the bar which she seemed to be tackling by herself. Saltmayor approached her. "Hi, I'm Alan Saltmayor, the President's Chief of...
Trumped up punishments Chapter 1: PreparationsPrologue: If I have to live in a world that has a President of the United States named Trump in it, then at least I want it to be a world in which students with discipline problems can be properly punished! President Trump, as he commenced his second term, signed an executive order under which corporal punishment was reinstated in all public schools in the United States. Schools were given great latitude in implementing the change; the only way for...
He had enjoyed shoving his cock up the young ladies arse and in turn was strangely turned on by having Manning's massive member in his own anus but he knew it was wrong. He was sure that he needed to take action, things had got horribly out of hand on the flight, he could not allow it to go on. ********** 'What is happening?' Lydia's mind raced as she considered the last few hours. She had quickly formulated a plan back in her hotel room but things had spiralled badly since. ...
He made his way over to the Roosevelt desk. He decided he wouldn't bother with a tie today he only had a few appointments, one of which was with the England Women's cricket team. Whatever cricket was. He was sure an advisor would inform him so he didn't look stupid. His shirt and trousers were freshly pressed and his hair flopped over his head like a gentle willow. Margaret, his trusty aid who had got him out of many a scrape, called through. Ajay wanted to see him about further tax...
Mike Pompeo arrived in Beijing on a special kind of vacation reserved to the men of his status and connections, which needless to say were numerous and well maintained. The purpose of the trip to the capital of China was to see several women hang by the neck until dead, women sentenced to die on gallows for drug trafficking. Pompeo, being a man of spiritual, as well as physical exploration, took interest in Mainland hangings, for one of his friends , Peter Navarro, had already gone to China...
Mike Pompeo arrived in Beijing on a special kind of vacation reserved to the men of his status and connections, which needless to say were numerous and well maintained. The purpose of the trip to the capital of China was to see several women hang by the neck until dead, women sentenced to die on gallows for drug trafficking. Pompeo, being a man of spiritual, as well as physical exploration, took interest in Mainland hangings, for one of his friends , Peter Navarro, had already gone to China...
The view from the top of the tower that August was spectacular and refreshing. I had needed that for some time. Reluctantly, the way one does when it would be nice to just stay right where one is and not have to move, I turned away and leaned back against the railing. It was an effort to extend perhaps just a little longer the time there in the sun and with a magnificent vista all around me. I had not noticed that anyone else had come up. The access door to the upper level was creaky and...
By mid-day Princess Clara had trekked to the edge of the pastoral kingdom of her father, atop her silver-maned steed. She sighed before crossing the threshold and galloping into the warped and violet badlands, Thesela, the realm of the Witch Queen. On the horizon a black tower pierced the stormy sky backlit by a strike of lightning. The Princess was an experienced rider, but the constant rubbing and grinding of her thighs against the saddle only exacerbated her constant state of unsatisfied...
FantasyThe inland continent of Hausen has stood high as a testament to tranquil prosperity for well over three thousand years, allowing any and all walks of life into its humble borders. Humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, anyone. It's economically thriving kingdoms and grand living conditions for its citizens are all punctuated by the central city-state of Ghamor, an industrial and political juggernaut ruling over a diverse populace of well over one million. However, only one year ago, the evil wizard,...
FantasyThe TowerI woke up with a fog in my head, I must have banged it really hard! I needed to stretch, I tried and couldn't! "What's going on?" I thought. I opened my eyes and I couldn't see, what the hell was going on? I screamed long and loud, but nobody came, I waited for what felt like an eternity. Before my mind began to wander.I was cold, hungry, thirsty and naked, and the surface I was on was cold and hard. "Where am I? What happened? How did it happen?" Were all that were going through my...
Trumped Up Punishments – Chapter 6Sex Ed Classes“Mummy, please, don’t make me go to school! I just cannot face any more of this. Just look what they did to me!” Rebecca pointed to her red, sore breasts and angry welts on her upper thighs, the result of brutal punishment inflicted during an assembly of her whole school. “If you don’t go, they will kick you out. They should not have that satisfaction. We are going to deal with this the right way. I have reported Mr. Warner to the police and we...
Trumped-Up Punishments – Chapter 2: ExecutionsA large punishment horse was wheeled onto the stage by one of the security guards. This had been specifically manufactured to Mr. Barton’s specifications: it allowed the culprit to be firmly secured in any position desired. There were Velcro straps all over it, allowing endless possibilities. While one of the guards took Burt’s arm and moved him over to the contraption, the voice warned that the use of video equipment was strictly prohibited and...