Power Sabotaged : A New Life For Sheila : Part 6 : New Horizons Bob was good to her, she now felt. She was happy with the food he gave her, and even more with the physical needs he answered. He was not entirely the perfect soul mate, but she found she enjoyed his company and his conversation, to a good degree. She enjoyed his flattery and attentiveness eve...
(Disclaimer: This work is a fanfiction of the story RWBY. I do not own RWBY. RWBY is the property of Roosterteeth. I make no money off of this story and do not intend to. Also, I have bumped up the ages of all students to university age to not piss off the law. Just think of the Huntsman academies as Universities full of people fresh out of High school. So,...
The fourth day since Jason's arrival began, and Alex had a hefty morning to early afternoon shift to endure, and Josh was to be on patrol for most of the day. Deciding that I should probably get my ass out of bed, since it was nearing 12pm, with the sun burning bright and steadily from my bedroom window, I dress and decidedly walk down to the cafe through th...
- A follow-up to The Library. * * * * * A shaft of sunlight crosses my eyes, stirring me from sleep. The whisper of your breath across my cheek makes me smile as you bend to kiss my neck, your teeth biting me gently. I run my fingers into your hair and pull you closer to me. I take your mouth with mine, sucking your tongue into its depths, the lingering t...
20 June White walls. White curtains. White bed sheets. No patterns. No life. No ordinary sounds. Just the infuriating "beep beep" of the impersonal machine monitoring my life signs. Shades of Monty Python and the 'machine that goes Ping!'. The thought brings a laugh to my throat and finally you notice I am awake. Stupid, flat expression. You're trying for...
You are in a deep dream when suddenly you feel a mysterious presence. You strangely feel at peace, but at the same time vulnerable, eventually this presence speaks. "You Are about to enter an alternate reality that is very different from your own. In your own world, you were raised since around two years old to pee into a strange bowl under a seat like...
Neil stood helplessly in the cell, corseted and in severe head bondage, his hands cuffed to his slave collar, unable to influence anything to change his state of sensory deprivation and utter despair. There was no sight, no sound except his heartbeat and breathing, no taste but rubber, no smell but leather, and no feeling except the cold concrete floor benea...
17. Returning home. "The final morning, your last breakfast here, don't miss it," Jennifer called out to the girls. They all got up, and had their breakfast. Everybody was quiet, they were all impressed by the past week, and looking forward to going back home. They did not say much, no-one knew what to say. It was all just so surreal in a way, the time the...
"Amen." As I stepped back from the pulpit, I said, "You may be dismissed to worship or to leave. May the God of peace shine upon you this week." I walked off the platform, to my office. I was taking off my lapel microphone when my lovely wife swept in. Without saying a word she grabbed my belt on the left side of my waist and pulled me toward her as she tu...
George's Return Needless to say it was not a particularly productive day. I was preoccupied with what had happened the night before and what lay in store. The day dragged on and I was over the moon when I was able to leave at four. Back at the flat I restored the guestroom to a state of normality and consigned the soiled sheets to the washing machine and t...