The waiting room for the Santa Maria Obstetrics, Gynaecology and Fertility Clinic was much what one would expect from a private medical practice: clean, bare and professional, with only a few touches of personality or comfort found in the décor, likely last updated a decade ago. The air conditioning made the waiting room just too cool to be comfortable, espe...
Chapter 15 -- the allure of the pregnant woman A knock at the door one morning in late January. Gary had been expecting a parcel, a new golf club, but it was not a parcel: indeed not even the postman, though he liked what was delivered, both the packaging and contents -- after all, he knew from experience what was beneath the packaging. "How are you doing?...
The Birth and Engagement Former Borg Drone and new mother, 7 of 9, sat in Captain Janeway's private bathtub. The captain of the Federations furthest ship lay against her lover's body, the weight of her baby pressing against the body of 7 of 9. Still, the former drone didn't complain. She enjoyed this closeness to Janeway, enjoyed feeling the press of the ca...
Disclaimer: in this story we explore different scenarios and settings. I will not go into anything excessive but there may be some violence or nonconsent content. I will put trigger warnings. These two themes are funny when they are just brain teasers or role-plays, but they are never funny in real life, so be good, educate yourselves on consent, and play sa...
Chapter 1: Seth's dark secrets Jay had planned on waiting a while before moving in on Seth, but the old boy forced his hand. When Hilary put Jay's name forward for promotion to head of the sales Department, Seth opposed it. Without his approval, the promotion would not happen. It was then that Jay threw all his energy into digging for some dirt on Seth. J...
The large old leather book sat open in her lap. It was heavy, the spine creased from age and use. The papers nearly brittle, some with questionable stains. On the floor a pentagram has been drawn with a sharpie, with a bowl and a candle at every point. In the bowls were some herbs, a piece of raw chicken, stones, wine, and a lock of hair. Callie sure hoped...
I was in a meeting with Dick Stewart, the Foreign Secretary, and a number of our policy advisors when I heard the news. Mary Walsh, the Foreign Office's Chief Media Officer, tapped on the door and poked her head round it. "Sorry to interrupt folks, but I thought you'd want to know this as soon as possible. The wires are reporting that Nusrat Mohammed's been...
The primitive hut was a long ways from their technology integrated Orbital tower apartment back on Earth. It lacked all modern conveniences and served only to provide it occupants with the most rudimentary of shelter from the elements. The same went for the food which was strewn on bark plates around the fire pit - a simple collection of meat, fruits, nuts,...
It was always northwards they travelled, putting endless days between Juniper and her family members. The chains around her wrists were made of the finest silver, and judging by the delicate patterns of leaves around the key holes, she guessed they were more for display then to actually prevent her escape. The four guards constantly flanking her would see to...
The doorbell was insistent. It rang and rang. Then it rang and rang again. When it rang a third time following a pregnant pause, and commenced continuous ringing, I roused myself from my nice warm divan bed, despite one broken corner supported on a pile of books, and stumbled the five or six feet to the front door of my crappy one-room studio flat, where the...