Act 1 October 31th The soft sound of Jazz filled the room with the airy sound of an oboe line. The Slave ever so slightly smiled as she washed the marble floor nude, subtly but unknowingly wiggling her ass with the music. The Slave liked Jazz music. There was something...serene at times but that wasn't a perfect word. But in its most abstract form she gravitated to it was wordless, no sense of ...

Ann wakes up, in a bed that felt like it had a very cheap mattress. Where was she? Perhaps a futon, she thinks, her eyes still closed, her head still ringing. But where? Had she been drugged last night? She doesn’t remember anything after the nightclub. She opens her eyes and sees that she’s in some sort of shabby cabin. What had happened last night? She tries to get up, but finds that she’s ...

10th July, 1298, a field near the Town of Falkirk, Scotland Night had descended upon the camp of the rebel Scottish army. Most of the 6000 men inside were fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the terrible news that had just reached their commander, William Wallace. A scout had recently arrived with word that a massive English army, lead by the famous King Edward ‘Hammer of the Scots’ himself, was ...

The Adventures of American Steele Explosions rocked the room sending Valerie sprawling to the floor. In a panic, she scrambled to the safety of a cabinet struggling to control her breathing as the fumbled with a cell phone. Shaking fingers punched at the touchscreen, and after several attempts, she managed to hear the familiar ringback of her father's phone. “Hey, scooter? What's up?” “Daddy?” ...

With thanks to HikerAngel for editing and ideas. The Betan’s on her family household staff did their best to avoid the ever present threat of death while in her vicinity, because nobody was going to admonish a Prime for killing a Betan, especially if someone like Tyra did it. Being an Arion Prime, and of the highest born among the elite, meant that Tyra had been pampered and adored by everyone ...