Cammy Caballero was a talented young reporter for a bigtime paper, the Uptown Tribune, and she brought an energy to her work that was scarcely matched by any of her colleagues. At first the prestige and wonder of landing such a great job straight out of college was reward enough for her, but it wasn’t long before she was left feeling somewhat unfulfilled and her current assignment was a perfect example of why. She was reporting at a private highschool, one of the most elite in the country, covering their centennial celebrations at the request of the superintendent, who apparently had connections in high places. What was there to write about it? As it turned out, almost nothing, which is exactly why the paper sent her, the most junior writer and one of the only women on staff to boot. The fact of the matter was they gave her the jobs no one else wanted because they knew she wouldn’t complain.
Author: DanFoster
Bound for the Lost City – Part 2
Abbey
Abbey McNamara moaned loudly as she arched her back, gripping the silk bed sheets and flexing her leg muscles tightly. Her companion’s tongue danced between her thighs with delicate, well practised movements, teasing her just the right amount as she brushed against her clit.
“Ohhh, fuck…” She moaned loudly, closing her eyes and bringing one hand to her right breast, squeezing it over her bikini top. Her other hand reached down to the woman’s black curly hair, her fingers coiling around the locks and pushing in, although the woman resisted.
“Not so fast, I want to make you beg for it.” She purred in her thick mediterranean accent, her olive skin contrasting sharply with Abbey’s pale legs. Abbey’s face turned to an annoyed scowl, although there was still an undertone of pleasure plastered across it.
The Witch Hunter – Chapter 8 [noncon] [bdsm]
*Note: The full version of this story, nicely formatted and all in one piece, is pinned on my profile.*
Chapter 8 – The Covenstead
The Witch Hunter, Chapter VI
Chapter 6 – Too Close for Comfort
A tiny string of drool connected Therica’s lips to the floor, where it formed a small puddle in front of her eyes. A human would have passed out hours ago, but even she was getting dizzy after hanging directly upside down for so long. Her ankles and legs were bound up together, hanging from the ceiling, her arms folded up in a tight reverse prayer behind her back, a bondage harness tightly squeezing her bare breasts. Weiss was kneeling down in front of her head, and as she slowly rotated on the spot he came completely into view, looking quite grim, which was bad news for her. A bad mood meant more torture and humiliation for her, but this time something was different, he was holding a small vial filled with dark red liquid.
It took her a second to realise what the red liquid was, even though she had used it herself so many times in the past. Her head was a mess, how could he have possibly gotten his hands on that? All the implications slowly dawned on her, this was very bad, horrible even. This just might be the end of her. She failed to hide her dumbstruck expression and he smirked slightly.
The Witch Hunter, Chapter V [bdsm] [noncon]
Chapter 5 – The Hard Part
The polite tones of goodbyes could be heard coming down the street to Weiss’ hiding spot, all in Russian of course. He understood some of it but his knowledge of the language was rusty at best. He snuffed out his cigarette and tossed it onto the ground, he only smoked when he was anxious.
“Nice lady. You know her?” The boy told him as he came around the corner into the alleyway. With a few small adjustments of his coat and hat he had gone from a friendly young comrade to a shifty street rat.
“No. What’d she look like?” Weiss’ sentences were short and probably seemed terse, but he was struggling enough with the kid’s accent, improving his vocabulary could wait.
“I don’t know, dark hair. Blue eyes I think.”
“Pretty?”
“What kind of creep are you?” The kid laughed. It took a few seconds for Weiss to figure out what he was saying. He hadn’t told him anything about what he was up to, he must have been curious though.
The Witch Hunter, Chapter III [bdsm] [noncon]
## Chapter 3 – Ancient Strings
Getting back to the apartment didn’t take long, but nonetheless it was almost midnight when Weiss turned the key to Therica’s front door and let himself in. In all the day’s excitement he hadn’t even thought about sleeping anytime soon, he had a nagging feeling that if he let the witch out of his sight for too long she would somehow slip free and he’d never see her again. At least until she tracked him down and brutally killed him. This was the longest he had been away from her since her capture and he was getting antsy, he had to retrieve whatever artefacts she had hidden here and return to the house at once. The apartment was a total mess after he had searched it up and down earlier, but it was silent, evidently Therica hadn’t stood anyone up for an evening tryst. No one had come looking for her yet. At any rate someone would notice that she was missing tomorrow and then they would come, this would have to be his last visit to the place.
The Witch Hunter, Chapter II [bdsm] [noncon]
## Chapter 2 – A Wilted Flower
The Witch Hunter [bdsm] [noncon]
Prologue – Excerpt from the Journal of Weiss Bucannon
*September 3rd, 1931*
*Witches are real. Not just real but alive and well, and plotting. After years and years of research I have finally discovered that the old stories come from a place of truth, only after being exposed and almost wiped out in the colonial era they now hide in plain sight. There’s at least one coven still out there that I know of, but they don’t stick together, instead they travel around the world alone, slowly gaining power and reconvening every few years to coordinate themselves. I don’t know what they’re planning but I know I can’t allow it to happen.*
*Someone needs to put a stop to them, and since I don’t know who I can trust it’ll have to be me, working alone. If it takes me decades, I will hunt them all down, one by one if necessary, and capture them. Whether it takes me to New York, London, Paris, or anywhere in the world.*