My husband delivers me to a sadist he met on the internet. I am thrashed with a variety of whips. A stroke story, but only if you enjoy cruel sadistic pleasures.
Klivan the stone giant needed a favor from Argeia, the renowned cyclops smith. To prove his worth, he wrestled his way to respect... and into to her bed! Now, using the powerful mask she crafted for him, he faces a fearsome lamia femme fatale and her fetching friends!
A reclusive man. A storm-lashed house. A single moment of panic that changes everything. When Edgar Wainwright attacks an intruder in the dead of night, he discovers the truth is far more complicated than fear allows. As guilt settles into the quiet halls of his isolated home, an unexpected connection begins to form between him and the stranger he nearly destroyed. But some mistakes don’t stay buried—and some bonds are born in the dark where neither forgiveness nor escape comes easily.
After settling uneasily into my horrid existence in this overcrowded jail cell, a reprieve came in the form of a shapely lingerie clad prostitute hired specially for our cell. When it was finally my turn, I was led out of the cell to have my turn with the sexy lady, but the sadistic prison warden had other ideas for it was a ruse so he could crush my hopes. The sadist tortured and humiliated me in front of the whore whom he subsequently fucked in front of me, her phat tits just out of reach.