Cassandra II

Cassandra Chapter II Cassandra woke, pressed against the soft form of the other servant. Bleary eyed, shifting restlessly, she bit down playfully, taking Lace's earlobe between her teeth. Lace stretched slowly, running her feet down Cassandra's leg,...

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Cassandra

Sitting in the cold entrance hall, Cassandra's hands shook nervously as she gripped the crisp sheaf of papers tightly. The contract she had always dreamed and fantasized about having, one that would see her desires lived out at last. Her new owner...

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Hell hath no fury...

Pt. I Hissing with fury and loss, glaring at the lukewarm coffee covering the yellowed pages of the book open upon the black granite countertop. Many years and a king's ransom spent in acquirement, ruined before her. Rimed texts preceding the plague,...

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Pt. I - Silenah

Memories define who we are. In a warped sense, the memories others have of us define who we are with respect to ourselves. The opinions and thoughts others have of us when we are gone... Define and colour what we were, what we are. And can leave an...

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Home sweet home (Alabama)

Home sweet home (Alabama) ...The house is a comfortable size, secluded from the beachfront by a long cobbled drive and a large, wooden gate, hiding the world within from that without. A small frontroom leading to a modern kitchen, reading room and...

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Cassandra III

Cassandra stumbled through the forest, shadows racing onwards around her as dusk settled over the whispering trees. The outfit chafed her; sweat stuck inside the leather, rubbing against her skin and making walking uncomfortable. She considered...

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Starlight's new toy

Starlight sat on the worn leather chair, smiling wickedly as she spreads her legs. "A man just had his way with me; I am still full of his cum. I can feel it inside me, feel the salty sting against tender flesh. Listen close, Amy... You are to clean...

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Cassandra IV

Wreath stumbled uncaring towards the fringes of the forest, the branch strewn floor hauntingly uninviting with Cassandra's badly fitted suit squeezing uncomfortably across his shoulders, the plug slipping half out and rubbing against his raw sphincter...

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