With apologies to "The Perils of Pauline." * Sweet Sue was a darling and very sweet girl. Not only was she sweet, she was stacked! And I mean stacked. As a poet once said of his girl "she was built like burlap bag full of bobcats, she had it to-gether!" That was Sweet Sue, she had it together. But let's take her from top to bottom, shall we? Now, that's n...
A lot of things have been said about Hijab-wearing Muslim girls like myself. Often, the people talking about us don't even know us like that. You've got no idea how much that irks me, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Nabeela Ahmed and I'm a young woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently graduated from Carleton University with...
Ariya had not always been a slave. Her bronze skin and long dark hair marked her as one of the tribal desert people, and she had been their princess back when the gods were kind. Times had changed, her father was dead and that would have made her queen. Instead, she walked like a commoner, among the rest of her defeated people.The signs of her new place in l...
The skinny white dog was painted mid jump on the blue oval sign. Five bullet holes had pierced it. The rim of the holes had the metal bent backward. Rust, tiny red-brown pigments, had eaten in between the remaining paint. The sign was small and flimsy, just a little something that someone had screwed to the roof without a bench. It was a vestige of human ci...
Chapter 2: Bringing It Home I at first was afraid of fucking the brains out of Stacey, Jeniver, and my girlfriend Beth. True, we were all eighteen and legally allowed to do it, but I guess I never understood what fun having group sex with the guard could be. After having sex with Beth both orally, and between her legs (of which Stacey and Jeniver were fuc...
The problem I'm coding my way through is the sort that, had it not been for you, probably would've kept me from eating until very late last night and I probably would've barely slept at all. As it is, I've barely slept at all anyway. I must say I can't complain when you find better uses for my nights (among other, ahem, things of mine) than my machine, or sc...
8. The door shut securely behind them. For a split second, they stood in complete darkness. Then, a soft light began to build within the body of the Assistant. A faint, glowing mist floated between his metal skeleton and the hard outer casing that was his skin. The mist slowly filled the space within the Assistant, until the hallway before them was dimly li...
Prologue ■▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎■▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎■ The night was clear and cool. I was walking home from my now ex-girlfriend's place. I can taste blood coming from my busted lip, which I got when her new roid raging boyfriend saw me there. ■▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎■▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎■ "I'm sorry Douglas," She said when I got there, "But I been cheating on you with another guy or guys really. You jus...
Chapter 4: The Auction Mira sat bound to her armchair in the dining chamber, watching Tiran guards lead Earth women away. Her nerve-endings buzzed. Today, after bathing her, Silerna had rubbed bandy oil over every inch of Mira's body, leaving her shiny and smooth, with the arousing scent of the oil rising, heated, from her skin. The guard had given Mira two...
Villain's Prologue Okay, I'm thinking to myself, ... maybe this part was a mistake. But, I had to make sure she was gonna be there today. There's no use in exposing a perfectly beautiful plan, if the target is going to be taking one of her sick days. She's there, all right. All fresh, and crisp, and classy, like always. I watch her rise from her desk, a...