Internment
- Reads 12
- Votes 0
- Parts 2
Ongoing5m
Last published Wed, Jan 25, 2017
A story (I can't tell you exactly how longing make it) in the eyes of a man stuck in a German internment camp during World War Two. The commanding officer is one of the most brutal, sick and twisted of any officer (so expect hefty gore) who shows no mercy towards anyone who isn't full blood German.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Now or Never (COMPLETE)
A former SS Officer trying to piece his life together after witnessing the horrors of the Second World War and finding many things have changed after being comatose for more than a decade. WARNING/ACHTUNG!! This story may contain certain words that people may find offensive! If you're the kind of person who will be hateful or will cry like a little b**** about it, DO NOT read this story!Complete
Auschwitz Concentration Camp Stories
Feel immersed in this horrific tale of those who survived Hitlers Auschwitz Concentration Camp.Complete
DOMINIC (Reid x Male OC)
"Hey, I need you to breath for me little one." Soft breathy moans left his mouth. His eyes were glazed over. "Baby. I need a verbal confirmation little one. You know this. Can you calm down for me?" Hands brushed through brown curls as body weight was added to the heavy breathing overstimulated man. "Yes sir." was whispered quietly as light brown eyes sought out the green eyes of his partner. DISCLAIMER/WARNING: This is a Criminal Minds fiction. I do not own Criminal Minds that right goes to Jeff Davis. However, I do own the plot and my original characters. This is an LGBTQ+ male x male story involving mature themes and includes BDSM Dom/Sub themes. Please read at your own risk. Note: if I get something wrong dealing with the BDSM culture/community please let me know so I can figure out how to fix it.Complete
Psychosis
Betrayal...hopelessness...is there a way out of this mental asylum? The torture...will it end? Help... (This was actually a shot of making a creepypasta of my own...how'd I do?)Complete![Trying To Dominate The Dominant [BDSM]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/39656059-256-k425967.jpg)
Trying To Dominate The Dominant [BDSM]
Brooke is a hardheaded, blunt, champion boxer who hasn't lost a fight and doesn't take no for an answer. when her Bestfriend Evanley brings her to a BDSM club things end turning out wrong. she meets billionaire club owner who's looking for a new sub. will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her? Don't copy my books!! EXCERPT below!!! I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin. I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker. "What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here. "I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess. "So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with. "Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist. "Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear. "I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.Complete
Helios's retelling
I'm not gonna change the cover yet lol Warning, this may contain vivid and graphic descriptions of blood, injuries, gore, torture, kidnapping, CA, child trafficking, racist characters, death, potential mentions of SA/CSA, and generally may be an extremely triggering thing to read, if you do choose to read my dumb stories. This is a heavier read, and if you need to stop or take a break after anything written, go ahead, and take care of your mental health :3 ~ Helios was a talented young man, strong, agile, and always helped around the village. Everything from herding José's sheep, or helping him with the harvest, to helping build new housing, or hunting with his dad. He's always been beloved around the village. It was a poor community, but everyone knew everyone, and they were happy. But one morning, while Helios was about to go explore the savannah with his friend, a truck pulled up to the village, a semi painted all black, and one man stepped out from the passenger side door... and in only a few hours, Helios's life changed from a helpful village boy, to a kidnapped child. This is his story, told by his own tongue.
A former SS Officer trying to piece his life together after witnessing the horrors of the Second World War and finding many things have changed after being comatose for more than a decade. WARNING/ACHTUNG!! This story may contain certain words that people may find offensive! If you're the kind of person who will be hateful or will cry like a little b**** about it, DO NOT read this story!
More detailsContent Guidelines