Pleasure in the Tales: A Short Story Collection

By S. Cu'Anam Policar

These stories range from YA-18+ and mainly dwell in the paranormal and fatansy genres, 3 have never been published before. These stories may be disturbing to some and are some are not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised.

A Slave's Journey
Deva is a girl from a small tribe. Out one day in the fields she's captured and enslaved. Will she survive her ordeal? Will her master's deed ruin her chances of ever going home?

A Touch of Chaos
The alphas of a prominent wolf pack must choose their next member. Their choices aren't looking good. One small boy catches their eye and loose him in Las Vegas.. Does what happens in Vegas really stay in Vegas?

Neptune's Tribute
Delphina is a pink dolphin. Her pod has to pay tribute to Neptune every year. This year their god has come early to collect! Will Delphina be prepared for this year's offering?

Puss and the Bone of Riches
Puss, the world's grand master thief is sent on a mission to steal the Bone of Riches. Can she do it in time? Or will Valedez, her canine employer turn Puss into one dead kitty?

The Battle for Summer
Twice a year The Oak King and The Holly King battle it out for control of the world. And twice a year the Summer fae and Winter fae help their respected king. Why must the seasons change? Why must friends turn against friends twice a year? What happens when a summer fae dies?

The Ghost of Camp Linnemyer
For thirteen year old Shirley, the harsh streets of Brooklyn, New York are a cake walk compared to what she discovers during her first year at sleep away camp.

The Ryse'dyn Fae
A Sealie on the adventure of a lifetime, a boy sent to capture her for his demented mistress. Can the boy overcome his fear and save the girl he's fallen in love with? Or will he continue to fear mythical beasts and let his one chance at happiness and freedom slip away?

The Tale of Brown Mist
Brown Mist isn't your everyday owl, she's the familiar of a powerful wizard who's been wizardnapped! Join Brown Mist and her unlikely companion, the grey field mouse, Squeaks, as they race against the clock to save her master.

Wake Me
Ever wonder what goes on in a zombie's head? Or why the horde insists on wandering aimlessly? Take a look inside one zombie's head from the time she's bitten.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wolf Paw Publications
• Release date: Mar 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311917904

S. Cu'Anam Policar

S.Cu'Anam Policar was born in Brooklyn, NY, but now lives in Missouri. The Mother of three she makes time to write, usually late at night.An avid reader, she not only writes but helps promote other authors with promotionals and reviews of their books.She is Pagan but respects all religions and believes everyone should celebrate their similarities and not care about their differences.When she has the time, she enjoys playing video games, horse back riding, singing, and writing things other than her Legend of Xosha Series.She absolutely loves to make new friends so don't be afraid to come by and say hi on facebook!

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From the Author

Namaste!

Welcome to Pleasure in the Tales!

This collection was created to not only give a home to some stories I didn’t have a chance to find anthologies for, but to keep all the work I wrote in 2013-2014 together.

This collection is NOT for everyone, there’s stories from a number of genres and some may be too graphic for some people. Reader discretion is advised.

I hope you enjoy my tales.

-S. Cu’Anam Policar

January 1, 2015

A Slave’s Journey

(Written May 17, 2013)

I was not always as you see me now. I was not always covered in dirt. My raven's wing hair was not always covered with debris and spirits only know what else. I used to be pretty. I used to be wealthy. I used to be free.

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Deva! My mother, Ila, yelled from the back of our hut.

I was out in the fields talking to the flowers, the animals, even the wind. My parents told me once that children like me are born once every few generations. I was given the name Deva... Divine, because it was said that I was a link between our tribe of Mohawk, to the Great Spirit, Otkon.

Coming, Ista! I called back to her as I bid farewell to my otherworldly friends and pranced back home.

The inside of our hut was different than most. My father was the Chief of our tribe, and my mother was the Shamanic Priestess. There were herbs and animal pelts and all manner of things normally not found mixed together inside our hut. But no one ever chided me. I was daughter of the chief, a Mohawk Princess.

~

Those days seem so long ago now. I flinch as lightening lights up the cold dank cell I now call home, and shudder as thunder rattles the very foundation of the stone walls.

My last day home started as every other had. I was sixteen summer. Just beginning to get the feel of being an adult of the tribe. A light rain was falling, so I grabbed an umbrella made from the stomach of a bison and woven to some sturdy wood. I had dressed in a simple grey wolf wrap. I had meant to just go gather some herbs to restock mother's shelves.

Prigkipissa, it is unwise for you to venture out today. An old blind woman said from her seated position against a hut.

I stopped and turned a smile crossing my lips. Akhso...You'll catch your death out here. Go to Ista's hut and she'll make a poultice for your eye. I said softly to the woman. I had called her Grandmother my whole life, she was the oldest person in our village.

The woman shook her head and covered her right eye. A warning of something she had seen. If you leave Deva, you shall never return.

An unwanted chill raced up my spine at the old blind woman's words, but I shook my head and said, Now, Akhso, you know you can't scare me that easily. I'm just going into the fields to get Ista some more herbs and plant seeds. I'll be back before lunch time.

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I should have listened to the old woman. Mother always insisted that woman was the first Divine. Many in village claimed that the Great Spirit spoke directly to her and it was best if everyone heeded the warnings she gave. But I hadn't. And it had cost me everything.

I was not out in the fields long. I had been sitting in the field weaving wreaths of flowers when I heard the rustle of the bushes to my left. I cast my gaze in that direction but found nothing there. It never dawned on me that it was too quiet. I never noticed the birds stop their song.

Well, well, what have we got here? A deep voice asked. His grasp of my language was non-existent and I did not speak his.

I scrambled to my feet, my eyes narrowed as I glared at this intruder.

I like them feisty! He said in a husky voice as he grabbed himself in a crude manner.

Fear overcame me and I tried to run but the man tackled me to the grass. He rolled me onto my back and grabbed both my wrists in his left hand, his right bore a knife which he used to cut the wolf pelt down the middle exposing my flesh to this vile man. I shuttered as his grimy hands began roaming my prone body. I could see his excitement straining through the fabric of his pants and it frightened me even more.

Shh, shh, I'm gonna make you feel real good. He drawled as he slipped three of his fingers roughly inside me.

I squirmed under him and opened my mouth to scream, only to have a rag that smelled like salt, iron, and a smell I could not place shoved in my mouth. He wasted no time at that point and freed himself from the restraints of his pants. I felt a fear like no other grip me as he stroked his shaft. I was still pure then. I was untouched, meant to remain so until my father gave me to the bravest warrior in the tribe. I let out a desperate muffled cry as I felt the head of his member press against my tight opening. With a harsh thrust, he slammed into me. I felt something inside me pop. Each rough thrust of his hips to mine was agony. I felt tears slide from my cheeks as he thrust harder and harder. He gave a strange sound and his body twitched and shuddered as something thick and sticky seeped between his shriveling member and my newly deflowered heat.

He smirked in satisfaction. You'll fetch me a nice price in the market. All fresh and tight.

He tightly gripped his cock pulling on it in a way that probably would not feel pleasant for a normal person. I gulped and tried to free my wrists from his hold. He laughed and jerked me to my knees. I looked up to him confused as he stood up and first pulled the gag from my mouth, and then placed the head of his re-swelled cock to my lips. Gripping it with his free hand he ran the dripping tip across my lips. I wanted nothing more than to puke. It was obvious this man had no idea what bathing was. I pursed my lips shut and shook my head. This angered him and he slapped me before grabbing his dagger and placing it to my neck. Again he placed his cock to his lips. With a broken breath I parted my lips and let him enter.

I tasted myself on him as he shoved his length down my throat causing me to gag. My frightened cries vibrated through his length. He moaned and growled. His filthy fingers wrapped around my hair roughly holding my head still as he thrust in and out of my mouth. It did not take long for his to give a grunt and I felt his seed invade my throat causing me to choke.

I did puke that time, which earned me another slap across my face. This one hard enough to make me taste blood on my lips.

Once he had relieved himself again, he shoved the gag back in my mouth. He tightened his hold on my wrists as he grabbed some rope and tied my wrists together before hauling me to my feet.

We walked for days, each night we stopped was a nightmare as my filthy captor forced himself on me. The sun rose and fell at least three times before we stopped in a town. I was beyond exhausted. I could feel caked blood mixed with cum between my legs, my breath smelled like death I am sure of it. I was hungry, tired, and beyond scared, and very far from home. I refused to speak or look at anyone. I was placed on a wooden platform while people called out things and raised their hands. Then, I was being ushered off the platform. The man was talking to another man while he touched me.

I broke her in for you Matthew. Divine, tight, she cries like a god. I felt the man's excitement brush upon my leg and cringed away from him.

He jerked my hair bringing me to the floor. I grabbed a stone in my mouth and when he pulled me back to my feet I spit it at him rocketing the stone into his eye. He howled in rage and released me in his haste to take a swing at my face. I tried to run but the blonde man stopped me.

I won't hurt you. He said. I blinked in surprise as I realized it was my tongue he was speaking. I nodded to this strange blue eyed man.

How do you speak Mohawk? I asked softly as he untied my wrists.

He smiled softly. I know a lot about you Deva. I've never forgotten you

How do you know I'm Deva? I asked suspiciously.

He placed a pale finger between my breasts. I flinched until I released it was just the strange Key pendant he was after. I had the pendant on my neck for a long time. I gave you this when we were kids… When your mother saved me from Augustus. he jerked his head to the man that had taken me from home.

A small smile spread across my lips. I remembered him. He'd come in badly hurt. Crying that a friend had cut his balls off. My mother worked day and night to make him