‘Woah, no way,’ Maisy gasped, coming up into the old attic and staring around in awe. She had been expecting cobwebs and old boxes, but what she had found instead was practically a time capsule. Based on the look of the place – and the thick blankets of dust draped over every surface – it didn’t look like anybody had stepped foot in this room in over a hundred years!
‘Oh, there we go. And here was me thinking you’d never cum for Mistress. That’s it, little boy, you gulp that all down now. Oh don’t go giving me that look, there’s barely anything for you to swallow anyway. You Originals never did have much in the way of load.’ The man had long since stopped bothering to escape his bondage. For one thing, having been in the possession of
The campus of Crystal Falls college was all but deserted when the earth tremor struck. With the corridors empty and only a handful of staff remaining on the premises the rattling of chairs and tables as they shuddered across classroom floors went largely unnoticed, and there was no effort made to evacuate for such a minor event. In his office, Mr. Martin Cole glanced up as the furniture juddered softly.
Note: this story is an extension of and a sequel to an original creation by the brilliant Mara’s Mischief. Her original story is fantastic and takes place in a universe focused on sexy crime syndicates. You can find more information about her in the notes section at the end of this story. Hearing the rap at the door, the professor set down his pen and removed his gold-rimmed glasses with
Clearly the woman was disappointed in what she was seeing, and though he had only just stumbled from the fetid confines of the delivery truck – a place worse than any he could think of – her iron glare already made him wish he had stayed on board. She was encased almost head to toe in black latex, a tight corset pulling in her waist, with the only visible flesh
Amber could not deny she was nervous. It was difficult not to be when you were sat alone in a clinically white waiting room with just your thoughts for company. Though she may not have known what exactly to expect, she at least had an idea, and she didn’t think anything had terrified her more in her entire life. The white tiles of the wall beside her were so clean
Note: you can thank the brilliant Evie Hyde for this story, so enjoy it and then read more about her down below. Poring over the bizarre pages of the book, Holly’s confusion only deepened. It was the strangest book she had ever seen, and to think it had been hidden away in the recesses of their attic for who knows how long simply added to her intrigue. While large segments
Note: this story is an extension of and a sequel to an original creation by the inimitable Mara’s Mischief in a universe focused on rather sexy crime syndicates. You can find more information about her in the notes section at the end of this story. As he sat at the bar, his back aching and the din of rowdy twenty-somethings filling the room, Detective Cooper was more aware than ever
Ava sat sullenly at the bar, staring deep into her empty glass as though if she looked hard enough it would swallow her up. Glancing down the bar, she could see Elias on the dance floor, a beautiful young woman grinding up against him and giggling girlishly as he whispered something into her ear. Often Ava wished she was the type of girl to confront her boyfriend about his serial
The sleek car pulled away, leaving the woman alone on the concrete. The large warehouse rose up before her, imposing, a towering structure of brick and metal. The exterior walls were decorated with thick swathes of graffiti and in places they had fallen in completely. She looked an alien sight in the old warehouse district, her crisp business attire juxtaposing the dusty, forgotten place. Smoothing down a ruffle in her
