Sci-fi... science fiction. The very word conjures to mind spaceships, intergalactic civilization, laserbeams and robots. Or, maybe it just conjues up images of slightly overweight nerds in glasses who are obsessed with TV shows and live in their parents basement. Which is unfortunate, even if there is some grain of truth in it. I'll admit it. I'm a little n...
My Dearest Rachael, When I can, when I am not chasing down Tyrell's latest creations, I spend my time daydreaming of you and our brief time together in 2020, whenever I walk through this crowded, congested, dangerous, neon-lit, cyberpunk dystopian metropolis. Where did the time go? Even though it is 2033, I can still see us in 2020, shortly after you esc...
Author's note: After this submission I am planning to move the series into a more story-heavy direction from the current short, action-oriented style. As a result the next chapter has been scrapped and thus might be a while before it comes out. Thanks to everyone who has been reading so far. Hopefully you will enjoy this last (for now) short chapter and wi...
You bury your sweaty, seven-and-a-half inch cock inside Carrie’s willing asshole. Her pale flesh shudders with joy, covered in goosebumps as she hisses in delight. Carrie is quite possibly the prettiest girl you’ve ever dated, big brown eyes, long brown hair, thin so her ears poke through it, a great smile, 25 years old, a yoga-teacher who loves wine and dre...
Rejekt is a detective agency that operates out of the lower west-side of Annesgrad. The city was a marvel of modern technology. Skyscrapers that grasp at the stars and mag trains that make travel easy to those with credits. But that's where the issue lies, not many have credits, even fewer have enough to spend them on such things as train rides. Most people...
Author's note: This story is for my MaeDeMae. No matter how far apart we are, or how much time elapses between phone calls, I will always be your JennaLove. This story is my property, please do not alter it, copy it, or post it. The wind was cold, icy, stabbing, pain. The darkness exploded into shards of light. A scream split the silence, and then… sweet o...
She was truly retro. Sort of a new age CyberPunk in drag. A kind of UltraCool bohemian goddess masquerading as a secretary. From the blond frightwig (ordered, one supposed, from the ELVIS PRESLEY Memorial Gift Catalog) to the mottled brown teeth (wood putty?) to the stockingless legs proudly displaying their varicose veins in all their uncovered glory,...
Embarrassment, ridicule and punishment await the men—and possibly women—in whatever universe lies ahead, and sexy, dominant beauties will be the ones doling it out. As the title suggests, there could be any sort of world in which the tables are turned and handsome boys are rendered sex objects, bent to the perverse whims of ladies with power. Bondage, milkin...
****If you like the work or have ideas please comment or message me! Please Read the Game Info Chapter below. This is best “played” in game mode.**** Lust, Lust never changes… The Great War of 2077 saw to it that the protagonist's family fled into the safety of a giant underground vault—Vault 69 just south of the Pre-war town of Primm, a suburb of the much m...
Speciation. How exactly does that occur? When does it occur? What would it mean for the world if it happened in humans? Once upon a time, the answers to that line of questioning would have meant very little to Clarence Brownstone. He's never been the scientific type, to be exact. A tall, slim African American fellow who seems quite bland when one first meets...