Violent

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves as two white ghosts moved slowly along the dark road. A pirate, a skeleton and a witch approached from the other direction on the opposite side of the road walking at a brisker pace. All except the tall ghost were carrying plastic containers. That carried by the short ghost was in the shape and color of a ripe pumpkin. It was Halloween and they were all out trick-or-treating, going door-to-door demanding candy. The two ghosts were a man and a girl, but not father and daughter as one might suppose, rather they were master and slave. ...

Author’s note: Well, what is it that they say? “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade”? I don’t know about that, but here’s what’s up. Those of you reading “A Long Weekend” know that my pc crashed, losing the next 5 chapters. I thought I’d burned a cd for “1st and Goal”, but can’t find it. Rather than moping around or trying to re-construct 1st & G, I’m pressing forward. Here’s something new. The first 8 of probably 14 chapters are complete. If you like, feel free to post a comment or contact me at [email protected] Thanks and Good Health, Ty. ...

Part I Georgia had been more than happy to accept when Vincent, a wealthy young surgeon, invited her on a sailing and diving vacation on his boat. Today, he had gone ashore to visit a doctor friend at a hospital near where they were anchored. The brown-haired young nurse had the sailboat, out on the sunlit bay, to herself. Wearing only sunglasses and a pale blue bikini bottom, she had dozed off while working on her tan. ...

Author's Note: A horny football player indulges in his animal instincts with a half-White, half-Latina cheerleader. EDIT (05/14/11): This is a sequel to the first story I published on this site, the one called “Viking Instinct”. Only recently did I get back in the game, so only recently did I remember to publish this one. Hunter continues his indulgence in fantasy, this time with the best friend of his last victim thrown into the mix for some forced girl-on-girl action. ...

Violet thought she had found a happy home. An adopted member of the Reed family, her friend Jenny and her step-father had taken her in several months ago when her parents had died in a car crash. It wasn’t hard to get along with those two. They also had been through a lot after losing Jenny’s mother to cancer. But Violet wanted more than just family status. She knew that Mr. Reed was very wealthy, with no living relatives other than Jenny. She knew she could use her looks and brain to lure him into signing over his share of the wealth to her. Jenny wasn’t the problem. Having attended private schools most of her life in another state, nobody really knew her well in the small town they now lived in. If she where to disappear, little would be said by anybody other than her step father, and their where ways to distract him from complaining. ...

Author's Note: Virtual reality has become one of the fastest growing fields in the computer science industry. The technology is so advanced that the latest models are capable of simulating nearly anything, enough to make the game world all but indistinguishable from reality. The Sherbrook Institute uses the latest in cutting-edge VR to offer almost any erotic experience imaginable. Anything, no matter how hedonistic, sadistic, or immoral. Chapter 1 - Father and Daughter Bonding ...

Author's Note: ‘The Game’ is the network’s biggest show. Every Saturday night during the season, millions watch as the Players do battle in the Arena. Come on you bitch ! Vixen pulled the stock of the net-rifle against her shoulder to stop herself shaking. She felt like shit and she was almost out of time. Just a few more steps. Blonde, it had to be Blonde, those ridiculous heels, tapping so cautiously. Incredible she wasn’t strapped to some fuck-rack already with those huge breasts clamped and her ass burning from a dozen points worth of abuse. ...

Chapter 1 What the heck happened to me? The last thing I remember was tripping on some LSD. I must have blacked out. I don’t remember leaving my house. Whose house am I in? This is a fancy room and a comfortable bed. I got off of the bed and walked over to the door. I look around the room and see a file with my name on it. What the hell is going on here? I might as well read my file. ...

Author's Note: English is not my native language, and this is my first submit, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize. If they are unforgivable, either you can tell me or you can go fuck yourselves. ;) The story has a romantic first part, a dark ugly second part, and an unexpected ending. Special thanks to Olive, Elizabeth, and William for being so brave and so honest, which, sometimes, is the same. ...

Part 1 The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...