DerekJPerna

in complete story, a fun experiment into poly and bdsm, mixing of different points of view focusing just on two main characters.

Amanda desires to be held in the arms of a man she can't control. To tremble with irrational fear as he took command. Pushing her beyond her limits as her body shakes in waves of pleasure. In pursuit of her wildest fantasy, Amanda joins her friend at an extravagant party. What begins as a coed erotica fantasy dissolves into horrors of a dark romance.

A woman kidnaps a man who murdered her friends years before. Through a force transformation the killer becomes a woman herself. Testing to see if a transformation can change the very essence of a soul. In a race to discovery they both begin to find out more than they bargained for on the nature of man.

Bibi's mind constantly wanders to the moment she lays across Caesar's knee as he submits to his will. Her body trembles and drips in unmistakable desire. For the first time in her life, her body betrays her needs as she feels the excitement of the moment and plots what will happen next. Her desires overwhelm thought as she gives in to her needs...

NOTE: This story is discontinued and completed. It was written at a time I was very sick and thought. It would not turn out well. I have shifted the energy of writing to a new story that is a more intense form of BDSM and romance but doesn't delve as deeply in pending death and doom. In the realm where mortals tread, I observe their frantic scurrying, stumbling from grace, and bowing before false deities. They sacrifice kin and companions, seeking fleeting solace. The art of traversing known realms and conquering fear eludes them. I have allowed them to wander aimlessly for far too long. The foul scent of hope pollutes the world as they yield to fear, devoid of valor and pride. I dispatched my begotten sons, time and again, to seduce and ravage the sins of the masses, heralding an era of death and desire. Plagues and wars unfurled as my sons painted the world in chaos. A sly grin emerges upon my lips, for I delight in the spectacle. It reminds me of a nursery rhyme from a bygone era, whispered at a child's bedside. The darkness weaves strange reminiscences of the bittersweet. A child afflicted by plague's boils and the mother's dread realization of transmitting her malady. Through the ages, naught has changed since their first steps upon the earth. Agony and despair linger in the air, the essence and longing of existence. Amidst the apparent serenity, a subtle note of turmoil wafts—a melody of corrupted souls. For even in their docility, these creations can wield ruthlessness. Alas, they revere strength, unaware that the mightiest often shatter, crying like infants as their bones snap between my fingers. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Should you seek a tale of systematic oppression, generational torment, vile assault, and the macabre, I extend an invitation to the narrative of innocence's demise—the beauty found within life's darkest corners. The battle yet wages, and perchance, as my final thoughts manifest, redemption shall unfold its melodic strains. Or perchance, I shall pen their ultimate sentence—an exquisite requiem, unbridling my vengeance in the shadows cast by Nica.