Darit’s anal opening and mouth hurt from the ten men he had been force to service tonight. His Russian handler had dressed him up as an exotic dancer and took him to an apartment where the party had been held. He was forced to dance and made to beg to be used like a slut. The men didn’t even used lube at first. The first guy to get up the courage to have sex with him force his way into his anal opening. Another guy came up in front of him and shoved his penis into his mouth and nearly choked him. Between the two of them he was manhandled.

Chapter 3

So, if you've been keeping up with The Curse, The Curse 2 and The Unfortunate Experiences of Mike Cross, you'll notice a little universe there what with like a billion crossovers (Funky Rock in the Back Yard is also a part of said universe, but no crossovers there yet). Here's another tale set in that universe that I hope you'll enjoy.

“He said you’ve changed your name to Artemis? Why? Jamie works fine for a girl as well as a boy.”

 

Better for a girl than a boy, I thought, remembering some of the teasing I’d had to put up with. No sense bringing that up now, though.

Dr. Winter continued his visits with me over the next few days. I hate him. He says he’s helping me. He just keeps pressing.

August sat close to her adopted sister and held her hand as the service for Charlie went on. Rebecca had picked out a beautiful casket for her father and all his friend had chipped in to purchase it for him. All the people who worked and lived at the airfield had shown up for the funeral. A twenty-one-gun salute had been provided for Charlie since he was a retired vet. Lev was holding Rebecca’s other hand as the preacher said a few words about Charlie.

An excoriating treatise on the problems that rot the very core of monarchy and its relationship with the common man. Or it's a story about princesses, dresses, and the kind of the things that the Mercynaries should probably put a stop to.
A Mercynaries story from: http://sincomics.com/

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without.

Originally posted to Classic Big Closet on Friday August 20, 2004

Freddy doesn’t know what time it is when he finally wakes up. All he does know was that he felt weird. He was in some sort of bedroom and curtains were pulled back showing a setting sun. As he moved, he notice he was wearing a light blue night gown that felt incredible soft against his skin. When he looks at his arms, one had a tattoo of a vein with flowers on it circling down to the tip of his middle finger. He also discovers he was no longer a he, but a she. She had tears sliding down her cheek as she continues to look around the room.

After breakfast with her mothers. Angie and Carol took the girls with them to a tattoo parlor owned by one of the MC members. Angel had The Property of Carol Wallace tattoo in big letters on her right breast, just like she had seen her mother Angie’s several years ago. As for the one on Carol, she didn’t give Carol a choice where it was place. She had it placed on the left hand side of her neck. Just like her mother D.A. did with Angie’s name. This way Carol couldn’t hide it. The tattoo said The Property of Angel Dakota Swan with an angel resting on top of her middle name.

I arrived at the house in Tuscany a little before 3pm that afternoon very eager to see what Victor had discovered.

The sound of the Taxi’s tyres on the gravel drive alerted him to my arrival.
He emerged from the open front door of the house with a broad smile on his face.

As I paid off the driver he opened the door of the car for me to get out.

“Thank you for coming at such short notice.”