A story in the Edward Pembroke Universe
Anya and Irina are two carefree and beautiful young girls who revel in the thrill and easy money of webcamming, despite the disapproval of Anya's family. Unfortunately, their lifestyle draws them into the dangerous orbit of Edward Pembroke, a notorious figure in the dark, offline world of human trafficking and sex slavery. This story continues to explore the universe first introduced in "Edward Pembroke - Slave Trader."
Molly wasn't beautiful, not even pretty. From an early age she was a typical tomboy, climbing trees with the neighborhood boys, and winning every single wrestling match. Her mop of unruly blonde hair was often tucked under a worn baseball cap turned backwards, and her face was usually dirty from some adventure or another. Molly had no time for dolls or pretend tea parties. She had games to play, and woods to explore. Then she grew gigantic tits and drew attention from her sadistic dad.
The city is rotten, an overrun cesspool of corporate greed and human rights violations at the hands of those too rich and powerful to be stopped... but their corruption has spawn, the vile and throbbing embodied mass of karma, crawling voraciously like an abandoned freight train of "I don't know what." But really, it's a beautiful story about a desperate mother willing to do anything just to have a life with her son in a world that knows little of happy endings.
A Bill Bantam story in the classic style of Phil Phantom. A mother is forced to choose between her loyalty to her young daughter and her new husband's expectations, as well of those of her four new stepsons.
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I asked her to dance, and she wasn't too steady on her feet. Her breath reeked of liquor and she had a faraway look. I was twenty-two years old, in a strange city, and had few friends. Dances were the only places I knew for meeting women. This story is partly based on an actual incident in the author's life.