Darksheid fed off Superman’s psychic despair and mental pain. Superman’s despair arose from watching Lois Lane and Wonder Woman give into their lustful needs and the fact that preferred Darksheid’s cocks. Darksheid moved into the lab where Brainiac was hatching his diabolical scheme. “It is done!” exclaimed Brainiac, “The first batch of Supermen ready to i...
5 "Hey did you sleep well?" asked Julius sleepily as he opened his eyes. "Yeah.." said Karen. "Hey is something wrong?" asked Julius as he snuggled against more tightly. "You're going to think that I am a fruit loop if I say it," said Karen sighing. "Come on, tell me I won't think you're crazy," said Julius. "I've having these really bizarre dreams lat...
Alright, this is the next part, as requested, and it is formatted properly, as chapter one was a pilot to see if my story got any interest. I am still writing, but I do have another chapter ready. Enjoy! * Alza was lost in the memories of a beaten and tortured Nancy Everett. The beatings, the name-calling, the belittling, the terror of making Max unhappy,...
On Monday night after finishing her studying, Camilla lay on her bed thinking about her close call with her father the night before; though he'd stopped accusing her of surreptitiously committing incest with him while he was stoned and drunk, he clearly wasn't convinced of her admittedly lame argument that his excessive drinking was affecting his mental heal...
On Friday night after Club Ritz closed, Camilla and Candice were walking out in the parking lot behind the strip joint, on their way to Candice's car. Since Camilla, in her skin-tight black outfit and matching high heels, hadn't shared Candice's bed in two weeks, she chose to sacrifice going home with a man for the sake of her lonely friend's pussy. Candice...
"So, uh, before anyone does anything that they might regret," I said, lifting up my hands. Several Doyen paladins were standing before me and the rest of Bravo Squad (and Vicky Smith, but I wasn't sure that she counted yet) and each of them had their psi-swords crackling and sparking. Behind them, the civilians were rapidly fleeing the interior city. Clearly...
All characters are 18 years or older. I hope this piece helps clear up spots from the previous chapter. This was a fun piece to write. Please, as always, vote and comment and tell me what you liked or didn't like about this story. ***** Hotel Diabolique: I love old places. Whether they are stone circles, abandoned American Indian villages or hotels, yes h...
Onboard the White Queen's floating ship, Ororo Munroe was trying very hard not to lose her mind. Ever since she was a little girl, she'd been claustrophobic. Sometimes the only way she could stand a narrow hallway or a crowded elevator was to remember her power. She was Storm, mistress of the elements, and with a thought her lightning could break her free o...
Chapter 2: The American Dream Questions, Comments & Suggestions welcome. The restraints creaked and groaned as the voluptuous young blonde writhed against their oppression, her skin reddened and bloody from the effort. Butterscotch Fox lay naked on a reclining metal chair, bound at the wrists, ankles and neck by Diamentium cuffs. One arm was hooked up to an...
Sunbeams danced upon the ripples of Sydney Harbour. A warm gentle breeze caressed Astrid's bikini clad body; wisps of blonde hair escaped her hairclip and tickled her shoulders. The young woman wandered along the seashore, relishing the refreshing coolness of the shallow water as it lapped her ankles. Her mind wandered back to a similar lonely day so many ye...