Zion: Light of the New Moon Part 2, Ch 1.1 Myre
torment... if not, things could get very very bad.
Buried Alive and Violated
He was but a six inch coyote being forced to consume a 8 foot tall shark's bowel movement and she was clueless to his torment.
Ice Soldier chapter 5
His head was a swell with whiles of sicknesses, and heaves of pain, as he shifted about, he laid there looking up in the ceiling, trying to focus on one spot to help with the torment.
Chapter 23: Compliance
She thought the point was to torment her as much as possible. at least not having fangs at her throat or being snatched up without warning would be an improvement. she shook her head.
The curved sword
Since that time, the clay the blacksmiths apply to the blade represents the dragon's blood, heating the blade represents its torment and the torment of others, and quenching symbolize the relieve that has been brought upon all; emerging stronger than before
Robin Hood - Ticklish Hero
There were some victims which the sheriff enjoyed tormenting. they were kept as prisoners for the sheriff's amusement, and had their feet tickled and tormented at the sheriff's leisure. robin lay giggling as the sheriff continued to sniff at his foot.
5 Nights of wet nightmares Night 3
So this is my torment tonight sexy dancing.....wait what about my right door?
Aches & Pains
Her hands tugged and twitched and balled into helpless fists as she felt pain, relief, pain, relief, oh this was torment!
Memories
#5 of poetry yet again a poem from my darker half laid so still in rest, swarmed yet in silent torment fire leaps though glass, licks of pain to greet shallow sockets the ceaseless score of visions form the gaps of a broken mind crystal hope shatters
Frustrated: A Fox in Heat
tormented by thoughts! her body was warm from her imagination. she could tell that she was wet, but right now that was an almost constant phenomenon. the unusual smell of lust wafted to her nostrils.
Pig in a Blanket on Halloween
Finally free of the tormenting brushes and slowly but surely regaining his breath he glanced over at what the white wolf was looking at.
Reflections on Suicide : The Screams of Sorrow and Death
The torment of existence weighs itself against the horror of non-being. i am now lying on the floor, drenched in my own vomit and the blood of innocent martyrs; cold, afraid, but still alive.