A rough tale of a young teenage girl whose parents are arrested and she is put into a foster home. She doesn't accept her circumstances well and acts up. After being moved through several homes her social worker removes all traces of her from the system and delivers her to the home of a friend and that friend's two sons.
A woman awakes to a nightmarish world of erotic pain and torture administered by inhuman hands... or does she? NOTE: parts of this story are not for the faint of heart... you've been warned. Enjoy!
Is it rape if a girl puts herself in the situation when she going to be in trouble. Walk those dark streets in the bad side of town. I suspect if isn't for the courts would say 'she was asking for it'. Well perhaps I was.
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.
Tom had driven a bus for the university sports teams for many years. Some teams were rowdy like the football team but no team was more disrespectful to him and left the bus in worse condition than this year's girls' soccer team. Tom had enough. (This is a "no redeeming value" story. Read accordingly)
Jenny, her husband and daughter embark on a new adventure; farming in Mozambique but are subjected to indignities at the hands of savage rogue soldiers.
The moment she walked into any room, all heads turned her way. Yevette (Eee-vette) Morningstar was a Bayou girl and her mixed blood made her like a precious bloom of unique beauty and sexual appeal without compare. She carves her way through the players that seek to strip her of her dignity and wins out in the end because she has the stamina to stay the course.
The acrid smell of fried electronics fills the air. Damn government contractors! Greedy bastards cut every corner, just to save a credit. My ears drop as I survey the damage. The bracket holding the emergency control panel snapped. It slammed into the main power conduit which, of course, wasn't properly shielded. A 10-credit bracket. Damn them! This is bad. Really bad.