Fantasy

Author's Note: A strange little tale. First piece I’ve ever posted anywhere. Hope you enjoy. Chapter 1 It had been too simple. She had watched the scholar have his home built in her woods almost half a year ago, fists clenched in envy. The scholar’s property was immense, high walls of stone and sprawling gardens of loam and lush that made her quiver. She had tried to put it out of her head. Finally, she gave in. She could eat from such a garden without such things drawing notice surely? Why should she not? It was her forest she smouldered and her tail tensed like a briar at the thought of some stranger eating rich fowl by a crackling fireplace as she huddled under a fir and gnawed on pinecones mournfully. It had been too simple. A single green-eyed jump from the overhanging willow into the stranger’s gardens under the veil of moonlight. She picked herself up and stood suddenly weary. The walls startled her as they flickered and danced with bright shapes all around her like a constellation of fiery snowflakes. She covered her eyes with her arms just before the shapes flared like exploding stars in her eyes. She felt fine gravel greet her as she fell like a bird stunned by a thunderstorm. ...

Author's Note: A highwayman robs a lady’s coach on the turnpike at Southwark in 1697 and takes a rich prize; a Nazi interrogator extracts information from a captured British spy; Emily Cavandish recalls other encounters too, recounting them to a student psychiatrist in the sanatorium in which she is held. Is it possible that we can be reborn or is this just her delusions ? If we are reborn then can some lives be linked through time, intertwined across the centuries ? If memories live on, can love be eternal and hate continue so that revenge be served in future lives ? ...

Author's Note: Synopsis: Animal rights activist Lucie is not exactly excited when her highschool’s Egyptian arts teacher asks her to help with a project in the museum. - Note: It’s more of a horror story than anything else. Entomophobes beware. P.S. English is not my mothertongue, so please bear with me. “For they have seen the King appearing in power As a god who lives on his fathers And feeds on his mothers ...

Author's Note: This story will be darker than my previous stories, but everything will work out in the end. And if you wonder what modern BDSM items are doing in a story with a medieval setting, don’t. Just relax and enjoy the hotness of it. Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time Princess Serena sighed as she stood after mopping the castle steps. She wiped the sweat off her brow and went to the pond to wash off her face and hands. The face looking back at her was covered with dirt and sweat. When she’d wiped it off, she saw skin as white as snow and lips as red as blood, highlighted by hair as black as night (even though it needed washing). ...

Author's Note: Please note that this story is pure fiction, not even considering the following fictional characters separate stories. The characters featured in this fan-fiction rights belong to their respected owners (Marvel & Eidos) I do not own these rights. Also, I would like to thanks Cropsncuffs for allowing me to use his story as a inspiration-source. Part I “It must be here, It can’t be anywhere else” Catwoman thought as she jumped off the fence surrounding the Croft Manor. “I’ve checked all the museums she normally donates to, but none of them have it!” ...

Author's Note: If you’re just looking for straight bondage without a story, be warned. The first chapter starts out VERY slowly–but ut it will pick up rapidly in chapter 2, and stays reasonably strong in subsequent chapters. I’m not sure what the policy is on placing tags. Do I put what this chapter merits, or do I put what’s in the whole story? I’m going to go for the later, since I don’t expect many will want to start a story they’ll later find out they don’t want to read. I tried to put the the various codes in relative order to how dominant they are in the story. ...

Author's Note:*The setting of the story is based on one of my dreams and inspired by many other similarly-themed stories, while the plot weaved itself as the protagonist kept going forward. I hope that you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Una has met her fate, but I’m planning to tell other girls’ (and perhaps boys’) stories, perhaps on CHYOA, as you can’t make the protagonist wear everything in the assortment, unless the reader gets to choose. So any feedback and/or suggestions are very welcome.** ...

Author's Note:All Hallows’ Eve is said to be a night when spirits walk the earth, but times change and spirits change with them. However sometimes even they are surprised by the results. Happy Halloween everyone.* It was a nice party, I concluded as I stalked through the sea of humanity perched on precariously high stiletto heels, leather and latex sheathing the curves of my body, a permanent smile etched onto my lips as I took in the atmosphere. I had never visited this club before, indeed only sheer whim had led me inside tonight and I found myself regretting that. From what I had seen so far the place was delightfully kinky and I made a mental note to become a more regular customer. Tonight however was special as Halloween celebrations were in full swing. The place had been decorated meticulously with streamers in orange and black, ghostly effigies hung from the ceiling and pumpkins abounded on the bar as well as the various tables. Low lights and a thin fog complimented the atmosphere and lent the place a strange gloom. It was silly and cheesy and I loved it. Music filled the air, performed live from a small stage set on the far side of the dance floor, clearly audible over the sound of dozens of overlapping conversations. The band itself definitely caught my attention though and I made another note to see if this was a special performance or if they were a regular features. The four girls on stage were pretty, but more than that each dressed in a way that exemplified a particular fetish. Hell, the drummer seemed to be wearing nothing but strategically placed ropes and a ball gag. I silently tipped my non-existent hat to whomever owned this place, they most definitely had good taste. ...

Author's Note: This is a speculative fiction novel with some darker content set in the relatively near future. Some might call it dystopian but others might argue that the picture it paints is quite attractive to a BDSM audience. The story draws on the ideas of a number of mid to late twentieth century sci-fi authors including Philip K Dick and William Gibson. The title is a homage to Robert A Heinlein’s sexy protagonist ‘Friday’ and the story is largely told in the first person by two submissive women who inhabit different worlds, though others contribute as the plot develops. In this respect I enjoy the style of Iain M Banks, developing characters and sub-plots in isolation and then gradually allowing different stories to collide. ...

Author's Note: Foreword: this is the sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her. As always, this is a work of pure fantasy. It is not meant to be ‘proper BDSM’, even if I enjoy discussing psychological elements. If you take issues with that, I’d consider stopping here. ...