Author's note: This is a sequel of Building Reality. It was supposed to be a one of, but many readers asked me to continue this story. I decided to write two sequels. One with good ending and one with dark ending. This one is the darker one. Enjoy! ---------------------- Building Reality : Addiction Tracy's isolation felt like an eternity. After her secon...
My shoulder smashed into Dr. Chaos' forearms and we rebounded off one another as the entire bridge went from chaos to pure insanity. Alarms wailed. Female goons started to kick towards airlock doors -- to arms lockers, to any random direction that they wanted to go. The rest of my friends, still chained to the pillar in the center of the bridge, wriggled and...
I settle in to my new home and new life *** Author's note: The setting for this story could prove disturbing or challenging to many readers. I make no apology for that; how you respond is entirely your choice. However, I hasten to add that the story is not based on any sect, cult or other group, nor is any offence directed at any group in particular or to...
I'm sure I went a deathly pale, as the books are so fond of saying. I still didn't know what the hell he meant, but it sounded far too ominous. I'd asked him what 'come home' meant, and he said he was my home now. How can a person be a home? It struck me as confining, but after all, that's what he was all about. Confining me, physically and psychologically....
"Courtney, don't you think that you repeatedly calling me 'Carmen' while I was fucking you hurt me?" Courtney's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh, my god. What have I done?" "I didn't mind at the time, not really. The possibility that you might have found another girlfriend did occur to me. You were only a few pages into the Book of Love, and she was probably...
Clarissa Clyde-Walker is a master manipulator, unlike the rest of the kind folks of St. Dunstan's. Many are interested in Clarissa getting some non-fatal comeuppance, including someone unexpected. There are rather intense scenes after Clarissa goes to the Recreation Room, so if you're not into S/M you may want to stop there and rest assured the Vicar will ge...
Day 1 I reported to the enslavement centre today, and signed up for a year wearing the collar. I'm allowed to keep this diary but my contract says it's private, so that way no one else ever gets to see it, not even my future owner. My implant computer lets me write it how I like -- subvocally or on a virtual keyboard, and then it gets stored in encrypted me...
I met her during the summer. I was only nineteen and working to save some money for college. I had been raised by my grandparents who had both passed away over the past year. After the burial costs I was far from wealthy. My parents weren't around so I was on my own at a young age. I had moved a couple of towns over from where I had grown up and was living i...
Author's Note: everyone in this story is eighteen or older! I was in the middle of enjoying my summer vacation when an ex-President sat down on my face. The worst thing was that it was not entirely unexpected. "Mmphhmmmmhmm," I mumbled against a bunch of swimsuit. I felt Maddie's feet press against my belly, then her palms slap against the ground behind m...
Author's Notes: In Part 2 Ben begins to connect with this neighbors in new and unexpected ways. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** Chapter 7 Ben's first sensation was scent. Spice, warm, rich, he felt himself floating through it. Sound was next but it came in slowly and the tone was wrong...