The eyes of the cat were unblinking as she watched the men below her resting place. She longed to escape, to run into the gracious arms of the forest and disappear from sight. But doing just that had left Tippin to the nefarious ideas of the men. They'd fire at her twice, their guns loud and scary, almost as scary as watching Tippen fall, two darts buried i...
Humans had been exploring space for years. Think of the fantastical achievements - sending rockets with computing equipment designed to last decades, on an endless trajectory. There are photos of distant planets and asteroids. Landing humans on the moon and having humans live for months on end in a space station. But until that point, no one had ever achieve...
The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature so if you are underage where you live, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies involving the mental and physical control of others. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to a...
"Thank you autospanker I love you, please spank me." WHACK! "Thank you autospanker I love you, please spank me." The autospanker did not comply. 373 had reached her proscribed limit of spanks without failing to properly present her ass once. "She really is coming along nicely," observed Dr. Desdemona. "A true model patient." 373 was panting heavily, her...
5: A Visitor Two days later, Alice was at work and Mark was sitting in the living room of their home. He'd had a quiet day. There had even been some time for him to catch up with friends using his wife's laptop. Since the introduction of the male shielding regulations about the only way he could keep in contact with others was through social media like Men...
Five years ago, Joanna DiSanto was a normal business woman on her way home after a busy day at work. As she was walking along, an old woman bumped into her and told her that she would go on to change the world, Joanna just shook her head and kept walking to her studio apartment. Suddenly she became aware of squealing brakes behind her, she moved as fast as s...
"Hilton, Paris. Number 11669. Isolation cell #3," the voice rang out in her head, over and over again. A goddamn number. How on earth did they think that they could reduce her to a goddamn number. Fucking dumb cops and their stupid little jails and uniforms. She couldn't believe that they would assign her a number and make her wear these terrible clothes. W...
Hi folks. I really am sorry for the huge delay in the next installment of this series. I've had a whole lot of things happening in real life. From the move, finding a job and getting an apartment, it has been a bit hectic for me. I'm also trying to spend a little extra time on the stories (whenever I can get around to it) so that I can get a little more edit...
Martin Davies was ready to end his life. It wasn't so much a decision as it was a conclusion, and unlike many who decided to end their game early, he'd come to it logically and stoically. At thirty seven, Martin had nothing to look forward to and no family that would mourn his passing. He'd been divorced for over a year and the business that he'd owned and...
The ride home was silent which wasn't a real surprise to me. Chuck had been quiet since returning to the party. I had no idea how he had taken what I'd done; his only response to my, "Well, was it what you wanted?" was "We will talk about it later." The rest of the party he busied himself talking with friends and he pretty much ignored me. I was beginning to...