Worth: Chapter 4
The night was cold and Frankie pulled her jacket tighter around her thin frame against it. Her lip throbbed from the biting wind. Winter was just around the corner, and with it the inevitability of snow. She hated the snow. It reminded her of days long...
Worth: Chapter 3
Tess was pouring a drink when Frankie finally came out, dressed in a tank top and gym shorts. The younger rat was seemingly the opposite of her sister in just about every way. Where Frankie liked leather jackets with safety pins, punk rock and conflict...
Test Drive
The dungeon was sparsely lit by the various scented candles mounted to the walls, casting a sinister shadow across the back of the mare currently busying herself with dressing for the part. Already decked out in a tight cupless underbust corset and a...