The first light that entered his eyes were a dull orange, DO NOT PANIC written in large letters but the lighting not quite right. Like the lit up letters were at the bottom of a swimming pool instead of in air. Then he released they looked that way because that's exactly where the letters were- and where he was. Suspending in some sort of fluid that felt lik...
Hi everyone! Long-time reader, first time author here. This was originally meant to be a short story, but quickly approached novella length. Fear not though, I have the next 10 chapters or so already written up and I'll be posting the first few one after the other, uploading as soon as the previous one is approved. If there's interest in my story, the chapte...
Hideki Laboratories has been at the forefront of biotechnology for years as a satellite operation of Hideki Technology, but most only know of a few of their breakthroughs that proved to be profitable, usually medical applications for ways to better administer drug treatments to particular parts of a body via 'smart pills', or 'organic bandages' to help a pat...
A story set in the Gynarchic Alliance ***** Charles looked himself over in the mirror that stood in the corner of his pleasant quarters -- his cell, really. The Gynarchic Alliance had taken the body of a portly professor and turned it into the well-proportioned one of his dreams -- even his high-tech slave collar was straight out of his fantasies. He looke...
The world fell forward and, with a gasp, I tumbled into cold and hate. My body curled up on the ground and I shuddered convulsively, my mind buzzing and sparking and flashing. My eyes couldn't – didn't – work, and I breathed in shallow, fast gasps. Slowly, the sensations of dislocation faded and I became aware that I was laying on a grille, with enough space...
"Shut that shit off!" Viliana hissed at her sister. "No way, then you're just gonna put yours on." Jexica turned her concerto down and hissed back. As many comforts as a partially buried van that opened onto the sewers had, space was not one of them. Especially problematic if the person you share it with is someone that you cannot stand. Even worse if the...
((This is my original work, originally published under the name Uriel and reposted from The Unending BE Addventure.)) Miranda crept into the factory warily. There shouldn’t be anyone inside; she’d specifically arranged for the cameras to be shut off and the security guards to be given the night off. But she’d come too far for anything unexpected to derail he...
"Do you want the good news or the bad news?" she asked. I'd been waiting for this moment for a long time. After all, there's only so many times the doctors can mutter, "You should be dead," and not be proved correct. And Erzabet was the expert. Or, at least, the closest thing to an expert out in the cold dark reaches of space - by which I mean Sol Station,...
The airlock doors cycled shut and I let my head sag against the wall for a few moments. The feeling of no longer being dangled over a pit was something I was going to revel for a bit. Seeing the Earth had really crammed the importance of what I had done to me. Virgil Station was no longer in an unstable orbit. It was no longer going to plunge through the upp...
Set in the same world as A Slave Under Contract, but with a different theme. "Do you agree, then, George?" asked Melinda. George stammered and stuttered, trying to get his words out. That this beautiful goddess should have asked him to be her slave for a full year, well, it was more than he could have hoped for. They would go together to the enslavement ce...