Stories

Author's Note: Hi Folks, previously posted on another site under my alternate Wingco name. Starts slowly but builds to a…. Regards, Shelley xxx Part 1 It was very stormy as the boat crossed towards the Western Isles. On board Jesse Haig was looking forward to a month cycling and camping the length of the Scottish islands. A stunning young woman of twenty-two years old, almost Viking in appearance. Think of Hagar’s daughter and you’d get the idea. Thick wavy golden blonde hair, long legs and an athletic body to die for and she’d attracted her fair share of attention since she’d blossomed. Even today while booking her ticket the seller had almost drooled over her. Still a body like hers was a rare sight up here and he’d only been human after all. ...

Chapter 1 Jesse wasn’t what most would call a ‘good boy’. Since he’d been a baby he’d always made life difficult for his mother, crying and screaming when he didn’t get what he wanted. This meant that when he turned 10 years old, little Jesse begged and cried his way into getting his own computer. It was a simple laptop but he could play all the games he wanted on it, and was eventually allowed on the internet. ...

Author’s Notes: Hi folks, glad people enjoyed my previous story, this story stands on its own, but as it’s set in the same place, but you might want to read the original for some context! Braving the Elevator As she stood in the elevator, Jessica wondered if she wasn’t still a little bit drunk from last night. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t even be considering this normally. Yes, she must still be be drunk. She did have an awful lot of wine. Thankfully the painkillers were making short work of the hangover, and the unpleasant memory of the throbbing head the booze had left her with. At least she didn’t have to feel guilty about the drinking; after all everyone’s allowed a night of self-pity when they’ve just broken off a three year engagement, right? ...

Chapter 1 Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third book of Ann Rice’s Sleeping Beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her night stand lamp pitching her bedroom into darkness. She slipped her hand under her covers and reached down between her long lean legs, she spread them apart and used her right hand to cup her mons. She used her fingers to stroke her inner thighs and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and began to explore the lips of her sex. ...

Jessica has a problem. She has to masturbate, to orgasm. And she has to do so quickly. Bob, Jessica’s boyfriend, has a demonic mind. When he discovered Jessica’s love of bondage and orgasm control, Bob came up with an evil, evil plan, and he backed it up with an appropriate Chasti-Permalock device. You see, unlike traditional C-P devices, Jessica is still able to orgasm. Some days, she can orgasm all she wants, but not always. There is a timer that even Bob is unable to disable. Beginning with the first day Jessica had the device installed, she was allowed one orgasm. On the second day, she could have two. The third day was 3, the ninth day was 9, and the 14th day was 14. ...

Author's Note: An alcoholic and pot-headed Earth-based plague-demoness gets in over her head with a Dominatrix-Anthropomorphic mouse who is surprisingly more equipped with bondage gear and a domineering attitude than the demoness expected. Guess who wins? Chapter 1 A loud buzzing had been going on for nearly ten minutes now, a nude and lightly-tanned, human-looking demoness lay strewn carelessly across a bed made of oily black latex. The sunlight shown brightly inside her room - Reflecting delightfully off of her shiny humanish latex-flesh, and her hoop piercings through each nipple and her clit. Even in the year of 2048, alarm clocks still sucked, and were still as annoying as ever. Sitting up, the demoness slammed her fist down on the alarm - Breaking it, but it hardly seemed to be her main worry as she rubbed her head, there was a distinct jingle coming from her horns! The headache from a long night of drinking hit her like a ton of bricks, and the jingling was thoroughly irritating, so she got up and staggered to her mirror with a couple of loud groans - Though something odd hit her in the back of each calf, and she felt herself shrink a bit. Peering down, she could see her hooves had been transformed into normal humanoid feet. “What…the fuck…” She groans once more. It had been done several times before to her, it’s always been temporary, and she knew of only one person capable of doing it. ...

Author's Note: While I don’t really consider this story a part of a strictly-chronological series, the characters within do have a ‘history’ with one another - See ‘Creating a Rubber Pony’ and ‘Jessicka’s New Role’ in my story archive. This new ’exercise’ room - As Maus called it - Was where Jessi seemed to exist a lot of the time now. Her feet had been in pony boots for what felt like weeks, she was really starting to miss her hooves! She hated the treadmill that she was forced to jog on for hours as well, but what balanced the pain were the strange objects Maus had been exploring with Jessi; several metal ben-wa balls were clinking together and stirring around in her pussy, while a fat metal dildo filled with tiny free-roaming weights was crammed up her aching rear - This created strange vibrations inside her, and together, they were very effective. This was all held in by Jessi’s new outfit - If one could call it that. It was more of a harness, in fact, Jessi was pretty sure that’s exactly what it was and Maus was simply being cute. When Jessi was ’training’ in the exercise room, Maus would apply something to the seat of the harness that would bring the two thigh-hugging straps together to form something of a viciously tight thong, but one capable of holding objects in both of Jessi’s holes - As well as constantly tugging on her clit ring. When Jessi was out and about, the harness straps were returned to their normal state, but that’s when Jessi got the ownership tag dangling from her clit piercing, and the fiendish tail-plug up her ass. ...

Chapter 1 As Jeynna walked into her room, she felt something was not right in her sanctuary; her place for meditation, practice and preparation. Jeynna looked around, trying to remember why she was here. Her head started spinning, the room was spinning, and the floor was rushing up to meet her. The last thing going through Jeynna’s mind was “I hope the floor is insured because this is going to leave a mark!” ...

The room is cold, dark, and empty. Dark, except for an area lit by a single floodlight, and empty, except for a single piece of furniture. But not the type of furniture that you or I have in our houses. Caught in the glare of the bright light is what at first sight looks like a small crucifix, with two padded boards forming a crude seat. It is difficult to see the piece of furniture clearly for it is occupied. ...

Author's Note: jill finds what she desires. _Update (04/17/11):* I have been busy and worked hard to improve my writing, but I am still very inexperienced so bare with me. Update (05/14/11): There are some slow sections, so bare with me as I am still a beginner at writing. More of Jill’s adventures will be in future stories.* Update (10/09/11): Building slowly to a major event in next part Part 1 ...