DISCLAIMER: The people in this story are fictional. The things that happen in this story are fiction. Remember how Wile E Coyote could survive getting run over by a bulldozer? You can't. Likewise, stuff in this story may be ill-advised, dangerous, or fatal. Jack Randolph looked at the clock in the lower right-hand corner of his screen. 5:37. He went back to...
It was dark, but not late when her silver Firebird pulled up outside her apartment. She'd forgotten to leave any lights on, and, of course, she never locked her doors--typical. Her nature was both too trusting and too certain of her own invincibility. She fumbled with the doorknob. Once she got the door open, she struggled inside, her arms too full with book...
As Lucy came to, her mind struggled to make sense of the room she was in. She could see an ornate ceiling; complete with bas reliefs, which seemed to be engaging in some pretty unusual acts. There should be gleaming white tiles and recessed lighting she thought, not this. A polite cough drew her attention from the ceiling to the couple standing by her side....
She awoke naked. It was the breeze that woke her, an almost balmy wind sailing across her bare breasts and tickling like the gentlest of fingers her tummy and her quim. It was a peaceful awakening in those first few moments of blissful ignorance, and might've carried on being so if she wasn't so soon to notice the chains. First: the balmy breeze, then the s...
Day One "Miss, umm," the doctor glances at the papers on her desk, "Miss Shimizu, you must understand that this procedure is experimental. We have obtained permission to begin tests on humans since our tests on animals were not harmful in anyway and show great promise." The woman tilts her head down a little, lowers her glasses farther down her nose to look...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. However, althoug...
The following story is based on the imagination of a reader who has given permission for the use of her ideas. For the sake of privacy, her name will not be published and does not bare any resemblance to the characters portrayed herein. The beginning is entirely her story, with only editorial alterations, background, in fills and the conclusion on my part....
Dear readers, This is the last chapter in the Lyssa/Joanna saga. It occurs after Ken has gone to his 'reward' and can no longer abuse his wicked witches, but they can't seem to let his memory fade away. This isn't actually my chapter of the story although I am writing it. As I've previously mentioned, it comes from the imagination of my partner, TT. She c...
The following story involves sadism, pain, and sex. Do not read any further if you are offended by such topics. This is a work of unpublished fiction, and is not intended to be a portrayal of a real life BDSM lifestyle. ***** Chapter One. The box load of mail slithered out onto the table top with a sound similar to that of an oncoming horde of locusts, kn...
Cherie and Al experience fun in the dungeon * Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living...