Toran

In the end, she chose Eyes and that sealed her fate. She had no one else to blame for what happened to her. Sort Of Bald wasn’t the type that would do anything more than make a few half-hearted gropes for her breasts, maybe after the kiss, maybe before. Leather would want to fuck her as soon as he got her outside - after buying a round of drinks, he would be keeping a tab. The Shitheads at the back table were out right away. Wolves traveled in packs and she didn’t want to get eaten alive. Not by wolves, anyway. ...

His Valentine by Toran “It’s time to be tied,” he said, running his hand down the small of her back and pulling her into him. His smell engulfed her, filling her world and she pressed into him, molding her body to his. “Yes,” she murmured, eyes closed, heart thundering in her chest. Her body shuddered as she whispered, “Tie me.” His mouth found hers, his arms locking behind her back, strong, so strong, and his lips crushed hers. Her breath hitched as his tongue invaded her mouth, searching and probing and claiming her just has his arms held her. ...

Fallenescence by Toran Fallenescence by Toran Amy Lay’s gaze, black with brooding Goth smudges above and below incredibly icy blue eyes, locked with Gwendolyn’s and Gwen couldn’t look away. Front row tickets to Fallenescence were compliments of Gwen’s girl friend, Penelope, and though Gwen had heard of the Goth band, she’d never actually heard them. Amy smirked, pointed a finger at Gwen and screamed something about gagged lips and tears of pain into the microphone as thousands of Fallenites chanted the words in unison. The arena was rocking and Gwen was as caught as caught could be. Amy’s tight leather pants that had spawned spiked boots paraded the Queen of Goth around stage as her black leather clad band danced around her, power chords ripping and rolling over the throngs that pressed Gwen and Penny tighter to the front of the stage. Amy looked back over her shoulder from the far side of the stage and again pointed at Gwen. Gwen shuddered – it seemed that the gothrocker was pointing right at her. For just a second, Gwen wondered what those blood red lips tasted like, what Amy’s full and straining breasts felt like as Gwen tussled with a stiff nipple, whether Amy smelled the same way as she did when things just felt right, when the urgency suddenly felt needed, when the world meant only one thing, only one hunger… ...

It’s the look in his eyes that sends a shiver down her spine. The intensity. She stands naked before him, the cool and dank air of the burial chamber he’s made just for her drawing gooseflesh on her skin. Dawn and Teri, Toran’s two loyal servants, barely notice her as they scurry around her making final preparations for her burial. Sent to Egypt last winter to undergo intensive training in the rituals and procedures required to completely and authentically mummify her and bury her in her custom made sarcophagus, both girls seem to assume the focus and aloofness of the high priestesses they now represent. ...

I lead her by the hand, deep into the warm summer forest. The night breeze is gentle, picking up the smell of lilac and jasmine. I don’t need to tug on the leash that is bound to her collar, she keeps pace with me all right. I don’t even have her arms bound behind her, as is my preference. The nipple clamps are there - some things you just can’t forget. ...

PROLOG: Tell me a story Jenny lay back against the bed’s wooden footboard. I’d decided to keep the leather body harness on her – while technically unbound, the straps were tight and were easily embedded in her soft skin. I reached over and poured her another brandy, but I could tell by her eyes that she was close to stepping into sleepy land. We’d been fucking each other for going on six hours straight, me on top slapping her wonderful ass with the leather flogger, her tightening ropes that held me spread-eagled to the bed. This girl could think up the most horrid things to do to the male body whether she really followed through or not – in Jenny’s world, when you’re tied you’re just a product to be dealt with. ...

Part One “Just five minutes, tops,” I said, looking into her big brown eyes. Teri was her name, and besides a nice rack and a sweet ass, she was my date for the evening. And, apparently, there was some soothing to do. I kissed her again, long, soft, and felt her melt a little more. Best Italian restaurant in town and a few martini’s afterward and she was just about as horny as I was. But still, the little matter of getting it all started, getting the ball rolling, getting the boat away from port. The handcuffs. ...

story Meeting Jenny by Toran Part One – The Trip Over I was wired. The plane was cruising along, the subtle weave and bob of flight having almost a calming effect. I was everything but calm. The stewardess breezed past me and I distractedly wondered what her tight little ass would look like with angry red welts criss-crossing it. I shook my head and went back to gazing out the window at the roof of clouds. ...

(story continues from Meeting Jenny) story Meeting Jenny by Toran Part Four – Pleasure Before Business Gentle nudging, followed by soft moaning in my ear was how I woke to my last day in Merry London town. The dream I’d just left had my black haired and bit-gagged Jenny chained to a stone pillar in the middle of a pyramid’s tomb, naked except for the jeweled nipple clamps swinging from each breast and the thin spiked collar around her neck. Black asps were everywhere and she frantically tried to kick them away from her toes and feet but the chains on her ankles were too short. I sat a distance back, wondering just how long I could hold out with her helpless the way she was before I would have to get to it and fuck her brains out. ...