A tale of deception and blackmail that goes very wrong. When a teenage heartthrob and basketball prodigy finds a way, even one so devious, to get into his pious girlfriend's panties he takes it, never thinking about any possible consequences until it was too late.
An illustrated tale of two young home-invaders intent on making something better of their mis-spent youth. And what could be better than Mary, the sexually deprived wife of the vicar of Skirmish?
My eyes watered, tears mixing with the drool, streaming down my face as I was face fucked into oblivion, the sound of my gagging and screaming the only music in the dark room. The assault was so intense, so overwhelming, that my body began to rebel. It was not just saliva. It was a physical expulsion of fluids triggered by the sheer thickness of the intrusion. I gagged, a convulsive heave that had no escape route, and it came out in a thick, clear stream of mucus.
Given a choice between losing his wheels, his freedom and his cherry or joining the dark side for a short but sex filled vacation, Martin picked the latter, with mixed results.
Elara must endure a brutal, endless cycle of humiliation, trapped in a nightmare orchestrated by the people around her. Their cruelty, fueled by a mysterious curse that binds them all. But a subtle change suggests that this cycle may finally be broken. This story weaves together multiple universes, parallel realities, magic, and harrowing themes such as sexual violence and brutal punishment. This is my first ever story, so bear with me and enjoy. Note that this story builds up slow.