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THE ROYAL CAPTIVE: VOL 1 TO 3


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In a world ruled by the sword and brute strength, Prince Miro battles his father’s archenemy, King Jai. He is soundly defeated. Instead of killing him, King Jai demands the stunningly handsome prince as tribute.

Prince Miro must now become a sex slave in his enemy camp. He will be stripped, bound, punished, humiliated, and used in ways he would never have imagined.

But Prince Miro plans to escape, and in the process, assassinate King Jai. Can he do it?

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Prince Miro's Capture (Amazon US Top 65 Erotica, 1PFR Top 2, All Romance Ebooks Bestseller and Bookstrand Top 35 Bestseller)
Prince Miro's Submission (Amazon DE No. 1 English Erotica, Amazon US Top 90 Erotica, All Romance Ebooks Bestseller and Bookstrand Top 30 Bestseller)
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THE ROYAL CAPTIVE: VOL 4 TO 6

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The army camp is in turmoil. Prince Miro’s father has launched an attack on King Jai’s lands in retaliation for what Miro has been made to do during his sexual slavery.

As King Jai prepares to go to war, Miro makes plans to escape. He embarks upon an ambitious plan to seduce Dio, Jai’s handsome and innocent younger brother. But Dio has fallen in love with him. When the time comes, can he betray Dio’s trust?


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Prince Miro's Punishment (1PFR Top 3, Bookstrand Top 65 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)
Prince Miro's Escape (1PFR Top 10, Bookstrand Top 75 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)
Prince Miro's Final Confrontation (1PFR Top 5 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)


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PUBLICLY DISPLAY YOURSELF FOR ME

Believe it or not, I have to tone down my covers thanks to Amazon's adult filtering. But I certainly haven't toned down my content!

Pretty Gina Wesley has a dilemma. Her boyfriend, the gorgeous Max Devlin, wants her to display herself on a public beach as part of her sexual servitude. But Gina is naturally shy.

Gina has to give in, however, when the Devlin siblings insist on coming along and taking photos of the event. But how soon will it be before the police show up?

This 10800 word BDSM novelette is Volume 3 of the 'Initiation 2' series.

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More than a few females do a double take as the twins and Max come into view. I don't blame them. I would too. In fact, I'm positively glowing with the fact that I have three absolutely drop dead gorgeous men flanking me, as if I'm a supermodel or someone far worthier than what I deem myself. Envious eyes are riveted on me - wondering if a) I'm someone famous, or b) if I'm not, how the hell did I manage to snare this entourage?

Well, everyone will find out soon enough.

The twins and Max choose a spot somewhere in the middle of the beach. There are three empty deck chairs which have just been vacated, evidenced by the empty glasses on the adjoining side table. Sand scours the seats. The twins lay down their backpacks as Max begins to strip off his T-shirt and shorts.

I observe Max. I will never get tired of watching him take his clothes off. Every female around us is watching Max too, as well as the twins as they begin to peel off those Hawaiian shirts from their toned bodies.

As the siblings drop their baggy shorts, gasps burst from red lips all around us. Max is wearing a scarlet G-string. The twins are clad in corresponding blue ones. The G-strings feature a common pearl-shaped front to unsuccessfully cover their bulging genitals, allowing pubic hair to peek above and around the material in suggestive patches. Save for a thin band around their hips, their firm and luscious buttocks are completely exposed because the strings that form the connecting points are nicely and snugly buried within their cracks.

The outlines of their penises and balls contained within their fronts are very, very obvious. A trickle of fluid runs out of my pussy just to look at them.

Max grins at me. "Take it off, doll. Show them what you've got."

I'm only glad for the fact that Alice isn't around to see me. Aware that all eyes are now riveted upon me, I self-consciously shrug away the terrycloth robe.

More gasps of shock puncture the brittle atmosphere, already choked with the rising heat from the hot sands.

HER FIRST CLIT RING

Jenny is terribly afraid. Her control freak of a boyfriend, John, wants her to get a clitoris ring. She wants to please him, and yet she is afraid of the actual piercing and its ramifications. How will she go through this, especially as he wants to film the procedure?

This is an intensely psychological journey of sexual awakening at 6800 words.


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The room possesses a reclining chair with a pair of stirrups – not unlike what you get at a gynecologist’s clinic. There’s also a flat examination bed made from black leather and several comfortable looking chairs.

“I’ll have to examine you first to determine what kind of piercing you can take,” Chad explains. “But first, you may want to wash yourself.”

He gestures to an attached bathroom.

John puts his sling bag down. He carefully removes a video camcorder from it.

“I’m going to be recording every moment of this,” he declares.
Jenny hugs her chest, feeling cold. Chad makes no move to exit the room.

John sets his camcorder up. He depresses a few buttons and a blinking red light comes on. He trains the aperture at Jenny.

“Okay. This is a historic moment called ‘Jenny gets her first clit ring’. Take off your clothes, Jenny.”

She’s suddenly feeling self-conscious. “You mean, with – ” She surreptitiously glances at Chad.

Chad waves his hand. “No worries, I’ll leave the room until you’re ready for me.”

“No. Stay. Sweetheart, Chad’s gonna be doing the procedure anyway. He’s going to see you totally naked. So let’s not make a big deal out of this, OK?”

Here it comes, she thinks. The domineering part that takes over his personality completely.

“OK,” she says in a small voice.

She starts to unzip her dress from the side, very aware that the camcorder lens is upon her. The dress falls off her slim shoulders. She has alabaster skin – delicate and almost transparent with tiny blue veins. It’s fairy skin; the skin of princesses and milk baths. She’s not wearing a brassiere, and so her firm breasts are revealed immediately. Her nipples and areolas are red and inviting.

She lets the dress pool at her ankles. She’s wearing a pair of lacy black panties – sheer and strategically see-through in some places. She steps out of her dress and totters in her high silver heels.

“Look at those tits,” John murmurs. He moves closer, dipping the camcorder to the level of her chest. “What do you think, Chad? Good for a nipple ring later?”

Jenny shivers. She tries to cross her arms around her chest, but John bats her hands impatiently away.

“Don’t cover yourself, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know,” Chad drawls. He has a languorous air about him, as though his presence is an effortless draping cloud. “I’ll have to examine her.”

“Be my guest. Put your hands behind your back, Jenny.”

BEND OVER FOR MY FAMILY

THE BESTSELLING ‘INITIATION’ SERIES CONTINUES!

Pretty Gina Wesley is locked in the passionate embrace of her boyfriend’s brother, when their father suddenly returns. Terrified of this mysterious billionaire, Gina scuttles to dress up for him.

But when Russell Devlin, the patriarch of the house, offers her a contract for her sexual servitude, Gina must decide if she will sell her body to her new ‘Daddy’ – who can be a very stern and demanding master.

This 9800 word BDSM novelette is Volume 2 of the ‘Initiation 2’ series.


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Russell pats Alice’s rump, a gesture that strikes me as unusual. She is after all older than Max. “Off with you now. I want to have a look at Max’s girlfriend.”

Even the way he talks to her is unusual, as if she’s still a little girl. My anxiety intensifies.

“She’s nothing special, Dad,” Alice retorts as she reluctantly slides off his lap.

“Jealousy doesn’t become you, sweetheart. Come here, Gina, and let me have a look at you.”

“Go on.” Max prods me in the back.

I go around the large desk, which is cluttered with documents and bric-bracs, including a table photo of a little girl in pigtails whom I recognize as a childhood version of Alice. Surprise, surprise, she’s actually smiling in her photo – something I haven’t seen much evidence of since I arrived.

Russell is seated on his high-back leather chair, whose reclining back squeaks as he leans back to view me in all my party frock glory. He’s a giant of a man, with long limbs and a waist that resembles Max’s tapering one.

“Very, very pretty.” He holds out his large hands. “Come here, Gina.”

I’m not really sure what to do, but I do know that as a guest, I cannot rudely decline. But just gazing at this magnificent specimen of a man – a man in every sense – makes me go weak in my knees. More so than his sons, he gives off the impression of instant and absolute command. His eyes are crinkled at the edges with laugh lines and his skin is weathered. I suspect he is a man much used to being outdoors.

I take two tentative steps towards him. He reaches out and grasps my hand.
“Sit here, Gina.” He pats his lap, recently warmed by Alice.

Alice hisses with exasperation.

I place my buttocks on his lap. My hands tremble a little. I can smell his aftershave – a musky scent that sends shivers through my body. His skin is very warm through his shirt and pants, and I am very aware of his overwhelming maleness, and of his hand on my back as I snuggle closer to his torso in a bid to maintain my balance.

He adjusts my body orientation so that I’m sitting partially sideways, with my legs dangling off his right thigh. The armrest prevents me from totally being sideways. His hand on my back slides up and down my bodice, stopping just above my buttocks. My skirt is flouncy and very much in the way of more contact.

My pulse is fluttering at my throat. I swallow a hard lump.

Max clears his throat and remarks, “Gina has very nicely agreed to submit – ” he pauses at the significance of the word “ – to the whole family.”

Open Your Legs for My Family

THE BESTSELLING ‘INITIATION’ SERIES CONTINUES!

Shy freshman Gina Wesley is desperately in love with her new boyfriend, the gorgeous Max Devlin. She’s both elated and scared when he takes her home to meet his super-rich family.

Max’s sister hates her on sight, but his strikingly handsome twin brothers think Gina has a lot to offer. They invite her to a beach barbecue that involves a whole lot of creative swimwear, public exhibition and juicy meat sausages of a different variety.

Has Gina bitten off more than she can chew?

This 12,300 word BDSM novelette is Volume 1 of the ‘Initiation 2’ series.


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He makes me face the mirror in the dresser. I’m naked, with just the loop end of the silken thread peeping from my pussy. My eyes are wide in my innocent-looking face and I realize how young I seem. My breasts are high in my chest. My nipples are large and red. My pussy is shaven clean and devoid of pubic hair bristles, the way Max likes it.

“You’re so beautiful, babe,” Max says, nuzzling my neck. His hands grope my tits. In the mirror, he’s a blond Adonis, more splendid than anything I have ever seen.

He helps me put on my beachwear. It’s a yellow sling bikini. The significance of that color is not lost on me. The sling is looped behind my neck, and the two slender ribbons of material are strung tightly down my torso, revealing three quarters of my areolas. My erect nipples strain prominently against the synthetic fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. My red areolas flower around their barely-there casings.

Further downward, the yellow ribbons taper to a narrow common point which shields only the bottom half of my clitoris. The top halves of my clit and pussy lips are bared in pretty much the way a chest cleavage is revealed. Behind, the ribbons gather in a string that buries itself snugly in between my jostling buttock cheeks. This is connected to a horizontal string that straddles my hips.

When the entire ensemble is complete, the crotch of Max’s jeans is tented. His hand fumbles at his zipper. With the Ben Wa balls squishing in my pussy juices and my own stark image in the mirror, I’m pretty stimulated myself.

“Oh Max, please fuck me,” I plead, leaning against the mirror,

He presses his mouth to mine. A long-drawn, intimate, tongue-filled kiss.

“Later,” he says in a throaty voice. He grabs my arm. “Come on. Let’s go down to the beach.”

I hesitate. “Wait. You mean you want me to go down to meet your family . . . wearing this?”

I had thought this outfit was for our private sexual play in the bedroom.

His expression is stoic, although the corners of his mouth threaten to curl. “Yes.”

“Won’t they be . . . shocked?” I can already picture the stoniness on Alice’s perfect features.

The blood is rushing to my cheeks.

“Of course they would. That’s exactly the effect we’re aiming for.”

His hand squeezes my right buttock. “Come on, Gina. It’ll be fun, I promise you. You’re going to love every minute of it.”

Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me

When her gorgeous boyfriend invites Mika Jamison to a sex session in the woods, little does she know what awaits her.

Two police officers find her in a very compromising position in the car, involving the hood, the trunk and a gearbox. They haul her, naked, to the police station, where they subject her to a body search she will never forget.

Handcuffed and vulnerable, Mika is given a choice. Say “yes” to whatever mysterious things they will do to her, and they’ll drop all charges.

Will the scared but horny Mika take the bait?

This BDSM novelette (13,500 words) is Volume TWO of the NAUGHTY NYMPHOMANIAC series.

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After we are fingerprinted, we are taken – still naked – to be photographed. Sam positions the camera to include my tits in their entirety. I can’t help but feel that something is amiss, and I’m being violated more than the usual person. It is only because I am so used to exhibitionism that I’m not kicking up a fuss.

They handcuff us again after the mug shots and lead us into a small interrogation room. A table with a couple of chairs makes up the only furniture. A box of latex gloves is placed suggestively in the middle of the table.

Officer Pat Granger pushes Jake down on the table, abdomen first, so that his butt juts out.

“You can’t do this,” Jake yells. “I have rights! You haven’t read me my rights.”

Pat replies smoothly, “You’re a drug mule and you have no rights in here where we’re concerned. You want your phone call? Who you’re gonna call? Your rich Daddy? How’s he gonna react when you tell him you’ve been hauled up for drug possession? You’re seeing five years in the slammer, at least.”

Jake’s blood drains out of his face.

I guess that’s why he didn’t protest too much when Pat straps on a pair of latex gloves and inserts two fingers rudely up his anus. Jake grunts as the fingers make a thorough sweep of his asshole. I know the last thing Jake wants is for his Dad to find out . . . and find out he definitely will. Jake’s college degree is already being threatened, but now he’s looking at the deep black hole of being completely cut out from his family.

I don’t know if Jake’s asshole has ever been violated before, but he grits his teeth and bears it like a man. He doesn’t seem to be enjoying it though, but maybe that’s because Pat’s fingers are so forceful.

Then it’s my turn.

Officer Sam Hanson, who seems to have taken a shine to me, bends me over the table. He starts with my asshole first – two fingers in, as deep as they can go. He makes several thorough rotations. I close my eyes, guilty that I’m actually relishing the feel of having something in my ass again.

Then he pulls me up and makes me lie on the table, legs apart. All three officers close in, their attention rapt on my exposed pussy.

“Never seen something like that in all my life,” says Officer Albin.

I guess he’s referring to my elongated inner pussy lips.

I tense, waiting for the inevitable vaginal inspection. I am not disappointed. Sam peels open my pussy lips, all four of them, and holds them wide apart. My wrists have been cuffed behind my back and I’m now lying on my affixed arms. The other policemen crowd in for the view while Jake – standing across the table –looks on in despair.

“Fucking fantastic cunt,” says Pat.

“Wet as a leaky hose. See all that cum coming out of her twat?” Sam runs his gloved finger up and down my clit, stimulating my sensitive nerve fibers.

He shoves two fingers up my vulva. I gasp at the roughness of his invasion. The fingers are merciless, going up as far as they would go – exploring the oblong boxlike confines of my vagina. A spool of pleasure uncurls within me as they rub against my G-spot.

“There might be drugs up that snatch, ya never know. Looks deep enough,” Dan drawls. “What do you say to a little further probing?”

I’m apprehensive as to what this means. Sam spreads my legs farther apart. Grinning, he says to me, “Take a deep breath.”

I have been warned, I suppose. Sam shapes his gloved hand into a beak. Then he shoves his entire hand into my pussy.

Prince Miro's Final Confrontation

Having escaped from his captor’s palace, the strikingly handsome Prince Miro must now make his way to his father’s lands. But first, he must fulfill his promise to the wine merchant who has secreted him out . . . a promise that entails a strange and unusual sexual practice that is foreign to Miro’s sensibilities.

But all hell breaks loose as Miro is found and caught. Now Miro will be executed in a manner befitting an enemy of the state. Is he doomed to die tragically or will he find a way to survive?

This BDSM novelette (15,000 words) is the final book in ‘The Royal Captive’ series.


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They haul me out into the sunshine, where a soft breeze cools my naked body and caresses the tendrils of my hair. The town square is not far from the inn. Soldiers and curious townsfolk pack the area, and the air is filled with chatter, birdsong and freshly baked bread.

A forbidding iron structure has already been erected in the middle of the square. Unlike the previous ones I had been tethered to, this one has a horizontal beam that is much lower, and two vertical beams that support it from the ground. A tortuous-looking iron circle forms the center of the horizontal beam.

My heart sinks.

They place my neck into this iron collar and fasten the clasps. The metal is cold against my skin, and tight – so that I am constantly able to feel the merciless circlet around every part of my flesh. It is not tight enough to choke me, however. My wrists are strapped by leather bonds to the vertical beams, as are my ankles.

My final position is one that requires me to stand with my legs apart. I am still unable to see Tia or Dio anywhere amongst the crowd.

Spirus notices me worriedly scanning the faces.

“No doubt you are wondering about the fates of your friends. All will be revealed shortly.”

“If you’re going to whip me, why don’t you just get it over with?” I snap.

“Whip you?” Spirus laughs. “Oh no. You don’t get off that easily. From what I saw last, you quite enjoyed your little public flagellation, especially when it’s done in the expert hands of a master such as I.”

I glower at him. What he says has truth, but I’m not going to admit it to someone as despicable as him.

Spirus continues, “No, no. What I will suggest to Queen Ariya when she gets here will be quite, quite different. And dangerous. I daresay you will not come out of it alive. The whole thing will be over before King Jai hears of it and even he won’t be able to save you by then.”

I can’t help but feel a frisson of fear run down my spine, no matter how much I braved myself for this. I’ve always told myself, as a soldier and commander of men, that I am prepared for death any time in battle.

But execution is something different. Execution is timed – you will know the exact moment of your death.

Why shouldn’t they execute me? My father is already rampaging at their doorstep, whether or not I am dead. Why not deal a blow to the old man that might finish him off once and for all?

“If you plan to kill me, at least let my friends go,” I say, gritting my teeth. “They had no part in this. I planned and carried out the whole thing. Tia was an unwilling participant. Dio was my hostage . . . I threatened to kill him if he so much as screamed.”

My chest is reverberating with the forceful thuds of my betraying heart. I can only hope Spirus will believe me. If anyone is to die, I should be the only one.

For answer, Spirus merely smiles. His hand dips down and seizes my strapped cock. It is semi-limp for now, but under Spirus’s ministrations, it becomes hard. His other hand pinches my right buttock – so painfully that I have to steel myself not to wince.

“You never could lie well, Prince Miro. Your friends have confessed to aiding and abetting you in their futile attempts to save your life. They will be dealt with in their own way – severely.”

I swallow. “But Dio is a prince! Your prince!”

“Indeed. I’ll leave it to his mother to handle him. But you are mine until her arrival. Mine to use in any which way I choose. I hope you have the stomach for what is about to happen to you.”

Prince Miro's Punishment

For some reason, this book is still only on PRE-ORDER on Bookstrand. This means they might find the image objectionable. Sigh, this is my second book in a row where retailers have found something wrong with either the description or image.


WARNING: Contains bondage, submission and domination themes that may be offensive to some.

The army camp is in turmoil. Prince Miro’s father has launched an attack on King Jai’s lands in retaliation for what Miro has been made to do during his sexual slavery.

As King Jai prepares to go to war, the staggeringly handsome Miro is stripped, bound and exhibited throughout his enemy’s capital. He is brought to Jai’s mother, the beauteous Queen Ariya, who introduces Miro’s long, hard cock and tight asshole to further sinful delights.

But Jai’s quiet brother lurks in the shadows, watching Miro from wounded eyes. What role will Miro play in his enemy’s strange family?


This BDSM novelette (13,500 words) is Book Four of ‘The Royal Captive’ series.

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The Queen gets up from her throne. She waves a diffident hand. “He will not be out of my sight, I assure you, good general. Does King Jai prohibit the sharing of his new plaything with his mother?”

The general smiles as he glances at me. “I’m sure His Majesty would not deny his own mother her little pleasures, my Queen.”

“Excellent.” The Queen descends onto the floor where I am set upon in my bonds. She studies the beams that are used to support me, as well as the little U-shaped stick holding my cock upright.

Her lily white hand darts out to stroke my shaft and penile head.

“Lovely, simply lovely,” she breathes. “I honestly don’t think I have seen anything so spectacular in a long time.”

She toggles the slim rod inside my penis.

“How firm and long it is,” she gushes.

I’m not sure she’s referring to the rod or my cock. She caresses my balls and tugs at the weights holding them down, and then goes behind me to observe the way the axe handle spears my anus.

“What a beautiful pattern the lash marks make,” she murmurs, her fingers pressing against my newly made strokes.

I steal a glance at my back and buttocks. They are striped with red crisscrosses, but there is not an open wound in sight. Spirus has whipped me well without causing me injury.

The Queen returns to my front again. Lightly flicking my nipple weights back and forth, she says to me, smiling, “I’ll take good care of you in my son’s absence, little pet. Just as you’ll take good care of me.”

My breath stills. Up close, she is even more beautiful than I have been led to believe. Her skin is alabaster, and her eyes deep wells of blue.

She turns to the youth in the white cape and beckons. “Come, Dio.”

The young man hesitates.

“Don’t be a rabbit. Come see the young prince from the enemy camp. It could be you in this state if you’d been caught by that awful King Aeschylus, my son.”

I bridle. My father would never mete out such treatment to his royal prisoners. He may torture them physically in the dungeons, of course, but never would he sexually toy with them. At least, not to my knowledge.

Prince Dio reluctantly rises from his chair. He gathers his white cape around him and takes small steps down the dais where the throne is situated. He joins his mother meekly.

His mother grasps his hand and makes him touch my tumescent shaft, as though he is a child who must be taught to milk his first cow.

“Feel it. Close your hands around it,” she orders.

PRINCE MIRO'S CAPTURE

In a world ruled by the sword and brute strength, Prince Miro battles his father’s archenemy, King Jai, in single combat. He is soundly defeated. Instead of killing him, King Jai demands the stunningly handsome prince as tribute.

Prince Miro is stripped, cruelly bound, and publicly humiliated in ways he would never have imagined. But what mysterious ‘decorations’ and fate does the King have in store for the prince’s hard cock, firm balls and tight, virginal passages?

This is Book One of ‘The Royal Captive’ series.


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“Come,” he says, tugging me away by my cock. It is like a new toy he cannot bear to part with.

He leads me to a clearing between the tents. A wooden structure has been erected there, consisting of two vertical beams struck into the ground and a horizontal one connecting their tops. Ropes trail from the opposing ends of the horizontal beam.

Spirus and two other soldiers seize me and drag me to the structure. I gaze at the ropes in dismay as they bind my wrists to them. The soldiers haul the ropes higher so that I’m hanging from my straining arms, and my bare feet are hoisted above the ground. My abdomen contorts as they grab my legs and similarly tie my ankles to the opposing vertical beams. My body is viciously pulled into a taut ‘X’, with my only weight support coming from my bruised and chafed wrists.

Soldiers around us laugh and point at my dangling genitals. I’m beyond caring now. I rest my tired head against the bulging muscles of my right biceps. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see several boys setting up a palatial dais in front of me, and covering it with a tasseled woven carpet that must have hailed from the lands of Araby. They place a broad chair on top of the dais and scatter luxurious cushions upon its seat. A few semi-nude slave girls set a low table before the dais. Silver plates of sweetmeats and goblets of wine are laid upon the table.

Spirus twiddles my cock. In my tethered position, my genitals are at the level of his chest.

“Still limp,” he says with a frown. “King Jai would not like this.”
I’m not surprised. I’m exhausted and my body is wracked with little pains.
My survival is paramount. Sex is the last thing on my mind.

“Maybe he needs some help from your hand, Spirus,” says another soldier with a grin.

Spirus begins to massage my cock. His rough palm squeezes and slides down my shaft and head with hard, rapid strokes. I draw in a sharp breath as blood begins to fill my cock.

The soldiers laugh as Spirus continues to pump my penis with the alacrity of an ironmonger stoking a bellows. Finally, my cock stands erect in all its tumescent glory.

“Beautiful,” Spirus breathes, slapping it so that it bounces several times.

“How long do you reckon it is?” asks a soldier.

An industrious boy servant comes up with a measuring instrument. Spirus holds it against my cock.

“Easily a foot long,” he declares proudly, as though he has grown it himself. “Lovely and thick.”

“Then bind it quickly before it deflates.”

Spirus produces a thin leather strap and circles the base of my cock with it, squeezing it so that my shaft becomes further engorged. He wraps the rest of the strap around my testicles. My genitals are now very prominent, bulging from my groin like swollen fruits.

TEACHER, PLEASE SPREAD MY PUSSY

Shy freshman Gina Wesley crashes Dean Whitehouse's biology class with a schoolgirl outfit and a plea: "Please 'initiate' me, teacher."

But the handsome Dean Whitehouse is deliciously cruel, and he shows Gina exactly what he would do to her . . . involving a long pointer, a dangling metal ball, a birch cane, and the largest dildo Gina has ever seen.

Now Gina must be the main exhibit of a mysterious class, attended by three of the dean's special students.

This is Book Four of the Initiation series.

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The desk is quite high, and so I have to clamber on a chair to vault myself onto its top.

"Squat facing me with your legs open and your hands squeezing your teats."

I obey. I'm nervous of my glistening pussy lips - and what he would perceive of me when he sees how wet I am. From a drawer, Dean Whitehouse removes a long contraption made from metal and tiny chains. It's shaped in a Y. All three of its ends flare into crocodile-like clamps.

"See these?" He demonstrates how tight the clamps are - like clothespins - by clicking them softly. I begin to tremble.

He places two clamps on both my protruding nipples. Unlike the ones that Devlin has clipped me with before, the blunted teeth on these ones bite down on my skin so that it actually hurts.

I whimper.

"Now, now, surely you're not a soft girl. You'll be able to take a little pain."

He moves the third crocodile clamp to my pussy. He regards my terrified face as, with his huge thumb and index finger, he seizes my moist clit.

"Please, sir, no!" I cry.

The clamp snares almost the entire flesh of my sensitive hood and nips down on it firmly. Tears of pain flood my eyes. A stinging sensation of deep, intimate pain immediately flares in my clitoris.

My trapped nipples and clit are now connected to one another by the Y filigree chain.

Dean Whitehouse grabs my chin. "Do not call me 'sir'. From now on, you'll refer to me as 'teacher', understand?"

He makes me nod. "Yes, teacher."

"Good. Now I want you to stand up on the table with your legs apart."

Uncurling my knees, I attempt to straighten myself. The chains of the clamps become taut, pulling my nipples downward and lifting my clit painfully.

"Now pinch both your earlobes with your fingers. I want you to pull yourself down by the ears into a squat. Then stand up again. Do this fifty times."

The tears are running down my cheeks. Fifty times! Surely he does not mean to humiliate me thus!

I seize my earlobes and pull myself down, bending my legs at the knees.

"Count," Dean Whitehouse commands me.

"One." As I descend into a squat, the tension of the clamps on my nipples and clit lessens. But when I raise myself again, the tautness returns, and my intimate parts are once again cruelly tugged together. My embarrassment is extreme.

Thighs Wide Apart

Pretty freshman Gina Wesley is strung into a tight corset and crotchless G-string. Gorgeous Max Devlin drives her to his country home and introduces her to a garden of earthly delights . . . containing leather slings, honey, and a very interesting wooden appendage.

Tied up and cruelly displayed, Gina must wait out her punishment . . . until two gardeners come along. But what mysterious things do they have in their wheelbarrow to further tease and probe into Gina's moist aching pussy?


This is Book Three of the Initiation series.


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Grinning, Devlin grabs a protuberant outcrop in the middle of the bark. It's a very knobbed piece of wood, about four inches long and one-and-the-half inches in diameter. It is shaped like a lifted finger. It juts out from the tree like a small Saguaro cactus stem.

"Come here, Gia."

In bewilderment, I trot over to the woody piece. It is level to my stomach.

"Touch it. Feel it."

I curl my fist around the stem, feeling its rough whorls and ridges. Apprehension creeps into every pore of my body. Devlin explores my ass as I do so, pinching my cheeks and prodding the soft flesh.

"Now stand against the tree and raise your hands above your head."

The fear rises to my throat as I obey. The woody knob presses against the small of my back like the barrel of a gun. From behind, Devlin lowers the topmost restraints. Then he slips my wrists through the loops and secures them snugly with the ratchets. When he finishes, my arms are pulled so tightly above my head that I'm almost standing on tiptoe.

I whimper softly.

"Hush, now, hush."

He strokes my breasts as he lifts my right leg and posits my ankle into the loop of the right sling. Once again, he secures it tightly. I'm in a very awkward position, with my right leg thrust high up and my left leg still dangling down, pulled by gravity. My angled pussy is wide open and very moist.

Devlin repeats this with my left leg into the opposing sling, so that when he is finished, I'm securely fastened to the tree, with both my legs hiked up in a 'V' formation above me. The bonds are tight and uncomfortable.

My entire vagina and asshole area are cruelly displayed. If I look down, I can see my very prominent pink labia and my quivering clit just above the gaping black hole of my pussy.

But Devlin is not finished with me.

He goes to the back of the tree and begins to further play with my bonds. He hauls the ones securing my wrists up so that I am lifted even higher. Then he comes to my front. My open pussy is at the level of his extremely hard cock.

"Now easy does it, baby."

He grabs hold of both my buttocks and the undersides of my thighs. The muscles on his arms and shoulders bulging, he lifts me up by the hips and posits my asshole - which is rapidly contracting and puckering from my obvious distress - above the woody stem of the tree.