A Servant's Punishment

It was a beautiful day and Kitten suggested a hike with David in the countryside. She had read about Peregrine Path along the River Wye and wanted to take the day to explore. They packed a picnic lunch and brought a blanket so they could relax and eat. They parked and started along the path which was clearly a popular destination, there were families, couples and single people enjoying the sunshine and moderate weather. The area was indeed gorgeous. Right out of one of the historical fiction novels Kitten enjoyed reading that often took place in England. The deep green of the forest seemed unlike any green she encountered anywhere else on earth. She imagined that the ferns along the forest floor hid the fairies that protected the forest and at times made mischief among the humans. The clean air and smell of the rich earth cleansed her body and mind. When they could, they held hands as they walked. After a while, they decided they wanted to venture away from the path to find a seclude

John drove into his driveway. He noticed Mia's car parked by his house and deduced that she must have finished her run with his wife, Sarah. Sarah and Mia were best friends from college, and they often went out for a jog every weekend. They typically came by afterward to wash up and get a bite to eat. He enjoyed Mia's company, especially since she was very easy on the eyes. He never did anything other than look and Sarah didn't mind too much since they both followed the motto of: "You can look, but you can't touch." He walked in and heard the shower running. He yelled, "Honey, I'm home!" Sarah popped out of the family room. Her hair was wet and skin flush from a recent shower. "Mia's in the shower. How was your trip to the bank?" "Yeah, I had to fight off some bank robbers, but one got away." He chuckled. "Are you really asking me how my trip to the bank went?" Sarah smiled. "Sorry, I'm just feeling a

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Although it is becoming a rarer occurrence. When I do dream, each is incredibly vivid. Powerful in emotion, so too are the physical sensations from them even after I wake. Yes, I've had the usual death and catching him cheating dreams that leave you curled up and crying in the dead of night. I am however lucky enough to say my sex dreams are just as powerful, more so. When I dream about sex, the dream is often lucid or becomes lucid even if at first I don't realise it. I'm in control and if I'm horny I have sex with whoever is in my dream world. I never see their faces I never talk to them. It's usually a man but sometimes a woman. Whatever I want to happen does. I've just had one of those dreams. I'm awake and horny beyond comprehension because in my dreams they never let me cum. It's like a sick torturous game where they keeps me teetering on the edge of oblivion until my eyes open and I'm left frustrated and needy. The worst part? Lying next to

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Re-uploaded to fix errors. This story contains nonconsenual elements. *** For centuries humans have been the pushovers of the world. Despite being more numerous than the other races it was petty divisions that left them as easy and enjoyable prey. Elves teased and tormented them during their raids. Orcs took men and women to be their pleasure slaves. Fairies played all manner of tricks and jokes on any human they could find. Beastfolk commonly kidnap a person to act as their personal pet. No one knew what the Demons did with their captured humans, though anxious minds often come up with extravagant ideas. Alliances between human clans were often fleeting and barely useful in staving off all the threats that faced them. That was the case until the Mortal Goddess appeared. Her influence spread quickly but quietly, and within a few short years most of humanity had found the banner they needed to gather under. The clans waited to hear what their goddess would do to face their enemies, an