The Inquisitor is a Qunari blood mage with more than a passing interest in testing the charms of his allies and inner circle - whether they're willing or not. Based on the video game Dragon Age Inquisition.
An interracial tale of the agonizing downfall of an above average woman, wife, and mother. One man, and his carefully collected conspirators work to ensure that African-Americans don't lack representation among increasing numbers of underprivileged factions in America. Note that his plot does not represent the majority of blacks. I abhor racism in the real world, but I don't object to using a fetish trope in a sex-fantasy. Note 2: AI was used in the creation of this story. But I wrote 80% of it.
Through a sequence of bad life choices I found myself enslaved by the local Gypsies. First they tortured me so I obeyed them completely before publicly humiliating me at one of their community gatherings. This heralded me into my new life as their secret communal slave where I was expected to "hire" their prostitutes. But instead of providing me sexual services they got to bully and abuse me instead.
Violet Rose's life goes through a rather turbulent week starting with the death of a loved one. She's sold, kidnapped, found love, kidnapped again, raped, tortured, and rescued.
In the rugged, sun-scorched towns of the Wild West, a young woman must navigate a world that underestimates her at every turn. Quiet, observant, and determined, she discovers strength she never knew she had.
When 14-year-old Tom's family immigrates to Boston from England in 1804, Tom goes to a merchant ship as an apprentice sailor. A British frigate impresses sailors from the ship, however, making the small, young, blond, handsome Tom a cabin boy on the brig HMS "Raven," the duties of which include opening his thighs for the ship's officers and sailors. They change his name to Jamie and sail to the Barbary Coast, where Jamie, going on shore leave in Tripoli is taken into a male brothel
1947; a girl's dismembered body was found, placed by the roadside as though she had simply lay down there, her body halved. The police allowed the evidence to be compromised by the hacks who trampled over everything and the murderers were never caught; not by the police anyway. This is the story of what I like to think happened; vengeful women carry out their own investigations and bring those guilty to a justice of their own, one weak link gives up the others; retribution is divinely served.