A hero's journey in humanity's far distant future. * Author's Note: This is a fantasy story that takes place at the far end of humanity's evolution. I am releasing it in chapters as a serial. If you have not read the previous chapter, please do so, else you are doomed to be forever lost, lonely, and confused. In chapter one, we met young Lina who spe...
It was already 1 am. Our cab was driving down the city streets. The shine of the street lights was reflecting on the billion water droplets that were falling on the windows, making them look like a living night sky. Erika and I were on our way to my house. Her head resting pretty low on my shoulder, and her eyelids closed indicated that she was ready to lie...
The next day was brilliant sunshine again and no visible threat of another storm. Em and John had a quick breakfast of coconuts and peanuts. Em had taken to marking lines with a sharp shell on one of the closest palms to designate the days they had been on the island. They had already been there for several days; shortly it would be a week. Could the rescuer...
Ben had had that dream again; the one where he tip-toes up the stairs towards the sound of moaning and slurping and the gentle rustling of bedding. It's the one where the afternoon light streaking through the curtains gives an eerie light to the room. At the top of the stairs he peeks around the corner and beholds a couple fully engaged in a classic 69 posit...
The docks down at pier nine were almost abandoned and if it weren't for the courier ship being unloaded there would no signs of life here. The ship looked like one of those giant oil tankers that sit low in the water. It smelled of salt, seaweed and cantankerous old men that spend most of their time on land in dark musty bars. A hollow nasty air drifted ar...
I'm writing and releasing this in shorter chunks in an effort to keep them coming out more frequently. However, it means that they don't stand alone, so you really want to read/vaguely remember the first five parts to get here. Megan dithered as to whether to watch the video of her caning before or after dinner, before or after talking to Sarah, before or a...
The basic facts of this tale were relayed to me by a friend that I trust. My attorney tells me that I have changed the names and circumstances enough in his real life story of woe that no one could ever successfully sue me for defamation or a related cause of action. However I do believe that the "tradimento" – i. e. betrayal – comes through as loud and clea...
Little Jake was terrified. He didn't know what was going on, other than that his mother was crying and his father looked distressed. He shrunk further into the corner, and watched with fascination as his mother's tears floated in the air. She said something to his father, gathered herself and wiped the tears, and turned to him. "Son, I need you to be brav...
Chavis crouched in the quite cramped dog-cage, and willed himself not to pee on the newspaper. His bladder was killing him, and he'd been in the cage for three hours, ever since Miss Hooks had gone out shopping. What if someone broke in, and saw him, a naked preppie, locked in a small dog cage? The burglar or whoever, would laugh his ass off, really. Final...
———————— Part one of a ten-part story about three sisters and their experiences being graded for sale as slaves. Note that this story contains references to BDSM and not-entirely-consensual sexual submission. Note also that the overall story, and this chapter in particular, includes themes and depictions of incest and incestual desire. All characters are at...