The room looked like an old movie police interrogation room. Plain, cinderblock walls painted a dull grey, one door in, one small lightbulb on a wire hanging overhead. The corners of the room were cast in semi darkness, but visible enough to see there was nothing there. The only things in the room were two shapes covered by sheets and a single stool. I cros...
"It says everyone is to gather at the main pavilion at noon for lunch and they will go over the rules of the hunt," my wife said as she sat on the edge of the back of the jeep, her feet resting on the bumper as she looked over the packet we received when we checked in. We were at a private, members-only campground in northern Michigan. We had just recently j...
The metal of the exam table was cold against my ass. I don't know why they even bother with the paper gown, since it doesn't close around the back - and since I'll be naked soon enough anyway. The lead researcher was busy behind a desk as his assistant handed me a clipboard. "We'll have to videorecord your responses as well, you understand?" the assistant c...
You sit in the chair before me, hunched over some paperwork spread out on the kitchen table. Stress is racking your body, I can see it in your shoulders and neck. You reach up and begin rubbing a muscle in your neck. I step up behind you and replace your one hand with both of mine and begin rubbing the tense muscles in your neck and shoulders. You moan long...
I lie next to you in bed, you're just back from the festival. One of those small ones — nice vibes, good drugs. "I was propositioned" you say. Sounds interesting. You're shy, quiet. I'm curious. "Really?" "By a couple." I wait. "I was outside having a joint. She was stoking my beard, lots of people were." "It's a great beard!" "Thanks. She gave it st...
This will be a story about a wannabe gang member who breaks into the home of an agoraphobic woman. it will be told through either a consensual path or non-consent path. Both paths will have an Illustrated Personae Dramatis after the first chapterWhat's next? Consensual Path Non- Consent Path What's next? Consensual Path Non- Consent Path...
"Thank you all for coming today," Quaesi announced into a speaker system that reverberated through the room. Idle chatter had ceased at this point, and all eyes were intently focused on the experimentor and his experimentee. Larissa sat in the center of the room, restrained and patiently waiting for Quaesi. "Today we will begin a series of experiments conc...
Some days went by after the meeting. Days when I held in my mind her face, her voice, her words, her tone, her assurance, her nuances of expression, the look on her face as she spoke. Days when I was sure that I'd failed, then hopeful I had not. Days when I wished I'd not said what I had, and had said what I hadn't. Days when I cringed at my clueless...
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world. Twelve : Is He Protected? My boyfriend/servant's guide to sexual traps, now deleted, [Note: It isn't. It is Tale 09] was his pathetic attempt at providing advice to men. This guide is for newly adult women, particularly those who want to become sexually fe...
Valerie turned off her computer, scared by the comments on her YouTube video. She had made a harmless little video of her taking off her clothes, flirting with the camera, taking care to keep her face out of shot. There was the usual mix of appreciative and angry comments, but one haunted her: a resentful ex-boyfriend recognised her freckles on her boobs, an...