The following story takes place after the events of my story Jaina's Discovery, a few months after the end of the Yuuzhan Vong war. It is also a sequel to my story Decontamination on Duro. This story was strongly inspired by the work of the author Joe Doe. Thanks to meathead96 for the edit. Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! * Jed...
Falling… Over and over, wind rushing past as he fell. There was no sound, no vision, nothing but the sensation of falling. He had ceased screaming a long time ago. Any attempt to express his fear would have been pointless. He could not tell how long he had been under or where he was going but pain was his companion, torment his curse. But in his ears, he...
When modern lycanthropy was discovered, my Daddy and I were on the cutting edge of research. We were the first scientists to suggest and implement new methods of discovery, taking risks and chances other scientists wouldn't - and discovering things about the disease no one else could. Within months we already had a temporary cure for testing. It wouldn't rev...
The old saying is "be careful what you wish for" is almost always true; so is the adage "no good deed goes unpunished". The story of my relatively recent supernatural events has more twists than an O. Henry classic, like Gift of the Magi, combined with an M. Night Shyamalan thriller, and may prove these old proverbs in spades. A few years ago I bought a sma...
I wake early, stretching, I smile. It's just after 4:00 am. Will he arrive on time? I am sure he will be here. He can't stay away. I am anxious for him to be here, this is new. With Robb I am anticipatory, scared, and nervous; excited, angry and aggressive with the subs. But, this is different, I can't wait to see him, I moisten at the thought of him, not wh...
It was a Wednesday, I think, when my boss asked if he could tie me up. Oh get your mind out of the gutter! It wasn't anything like that, nothing kinky, untoward, or inappropriate. See, I work as a secretary for Globe Publishing, the premiere publisher of detective, real-bondage, and escapology magazines for the contemporary, 1963 newsstand market. We don't...
Ch. 09: Scientia Sexualis I bowed to his will. After I confessed my desire for him, for what he did to me when we slept together, something changed. I did not lose my mind and become his soulless slave. Nor did I become a weaker or a lesser woman. But I did give my body to him and allowed him to craft my performance in ways that pleased him. Because that wa...
The next morning, a briefcase was delivered by courier to my door. According to the attached letter, there was an arrangement for the drug testing representatives to look the other way on some medium-level boosters. Nothing too extreme, and not the terrifyingly side effect-ridden growth drugs, but still new territory to me and definitely not anything I had e...
Slave Layla waited for me on her hands and knees, poised expectantly on the floor in her tight black skirt, black bra and suspenders with the sort of stockings that I really loved. She is a naturally sensual woman, with long hair and the sort of smile that provokes both the best and worst impulses in me. This was my second visit, the first one where I had t...
When Anton Janacek received the news that he was to be transferred back to Prochody jail to be interviewed about an historical rape allegation he went berserk. Arianne Voric watched with deep satisfaction as the three woman restraint team went in to his cell. They were very good. Their special training in techniques of control meant that the prisoner stood n...