beastiality stories
(c) 2017 by Gronkar Near Geneva, Switzerland I. Alberich Karl was six five, built like a panzer tank. When he shook Fedor’s hand the younger, shorter, bespectacled, and weaker man felt diminished. Fedor’s mother, Dehlia, could not help but scowl. “I guess Alberich is now yours,” smiled Karl handing over the reins. Fedor’s hand tightly […]
(c) 2015 by Gronkar Bahia, Brazil, 1931 I. Fiona’s New Body Fiona laid on the hospital bed. Her eyes were closed. She was completely nude and bore a quiet smile. Renate stood next to her. She held her rosary beads in her hands and tried to suppress an urge to scratch. After two years living […]
(c) 2014 by Gronkar I. Celina Sister Celina was laid on her back in a cot in the infirmary. Her cunt was bleeding profusely. Sister Sylvia held her hand. Sister Celina was very pale. “She can’t close her legs,” explained Sylvia. “It hurts too much.” Renate said nothing and first applied herself to controlling the […]
(c) 2014 by Doghead_200 The mediaeval village awoke to strange happenings on that bright sunny spring morning. Unusually the streets were alive with sounds of moving carts and people shouting. Slowly the rumours of problems in the castle on the hill overlooking the village started to spread amongst the wakening citizens. Rumours that there had […]
(c) 2014 by Gronkar I. The morning after her initiation found Renate in a strange bed. She was very, very sore. The bedsheets were sticky with horse semen and even her hair was matted with it. Her body was still mostly covered in silver paint, her marriage dress. She willed herself out of bed with […]
(c) 2014 by Gronkar I. In the Stall Recife, Brazil – Convent of the Naked Sisters of Mary Magdalene – 1929 It was almost midnight. Outside the stable the rain fell steadily. The monsoon had come. It would be a hard trek into the Mato Grosso Renate realized. She pressed her naked body to the […]
(c) 2013 by Gronkar I. The Pasture The alpha male of the herd, Azul, led the way. Bucefalo trailed behind with Graciela slung underneath him. Sandra watched and Bucefalo, with Graciela slung underneath him, walked off following the herd. “It is what she always wanted,” noted Sylvia, Sandra’s daughter. Her fiancé, Micaela, Graciela’s daughter, could […]
(c) 2013 by Gronkar In all fairness, the story “Angels and Unicorns” posed the idea that a woman could be indeed attached to a horse for a long time. The horse could piss inside her and she could do so, albeit with some difficulty, with the shaft inside. Likewise, if she were to defecate while […]
(c) 2009 by Gronkar Paris, 1928 I Two Friends Renate is a French female doctor in her mid thirties. As a young medical student she had served in a field hospital not very far behind the western front during WWI. The experience had driven her off her mind. After a stint in a lunatic asylum […]
(c) 2019 by SweetCheeksBi The port was bustling with activity. Venice was packed with all the men on their way to what would become know as the Fourth Crusade. Crowds of people were strolling along the waterfront, vying with the horses and carts that were bringing men and supplies to and from the ships. Helen […]
(c) 2012 by Gronkar I. The Baroness Oder River, June 1945 The Russian officer closed the documents folder with some disgust. “Baroness von Bulow? I am afraid, madam, that you sin doubly. Not only do you presume to use the old titles but also you are a German.” “Not only German, sir, Prussian by marriage. […]
(c) 1998 by Jillian and Gronkar Chapter 1 For the time being I would like to remain anonymous so I will call myself Jillian for those of you who require names for all characters in books. I hope you will find this of interest as it is a section of my life that I have […]
(c) 2005 by Gronkar Sao Paolo, Brazil, 1923 When Alicia was a teenager her mother had thought her religious devotion to be only a phase. The girl had started rising before sunrise to attend early mass. This was very unusual for her family was composed of hard-nosed merchants in the city of Sao Paolo and […]