Preface Inmate Number 51793, quite the Study in Lunatirical Science- she is composed today. She watched me peer at her through the pie-hole in the door. Her eyes are stark and blue, and they have fixated on me with a distinctly sane clarity. Meeting her gaze- somehow the lunacy and incoherent gestures are less terrifying than this eerie lucidity....
I'm in some dungeon or cellar, doesn't matter where or when. It's cold and wet in here. The only light comes from several red candles placed here and there around the room. The room is bare, save for three items; a chair, a bed and a coffin. The chair is plain, nothing extraordinary. The bed is a giant mass of wrought iron and curtains (I'm sure you can pi...
Author's Note: Approximately 3 million Americans, mostly women, engage in some form of self-injury each year; approximately 2 million of them are "cutters." The following story may be disturbing to some. * The room was stifling. No, life was stifling. An hour ago, I was everything I was expected to be. A perfect wife, mother, and career woman. A perfect...
She awoke suddenly. The last thing she remembered was the ether-soaked cloth pressed against her face as she breathed in the fumes. She looked around her. She was strapped naked onto a wheel-like device. Her limbs were bound, and some sort of metallic exoskeleton covered the backs of her hands and ran up her arms. Her face, breasts and legs were pressed tig...
Paul tried desperately to push the socks out of his mouth using his tongue, and finally managed to spit them out, where they rolled onto the floor. Gasping for breath, he tried again frantically to remove himself from his chains, but they were too strong. At that moment, the door opened again and the blonde woman together with the original brown haired woma...
This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chr...
I wake to clear sunlight streaming through my tiny window, muted by frost. I feel like I've been asleep for days, my body stiff and needing to stretch. I only vaguely remember dreaming, though I know for certain it had been of Tammany again. Something about blood? I don't dwell on it- my dreams are very nearly always nightmares. I throw the sheet off of me...
"Would you like to meet her ….now? said Fran "What?… Now?…. Right now? Gosh, I thought she was coming later" "We wanted to be sure it was you before showing you off to mother" She led me dumbstruck around the cabin to the porch. "Now be a gentleman and introduce yourself" Mavis was well preserved for 83, and came down the stairs to greet me. "Well, hel...
Tammany carries me from the door to the bed, whispering sweet-nothings the entire way. He lay down with me, wrapping an arm protectively around my upper half, his body pressed up against my back. I turn my head as far as I can to try and see his face, and he responds by propping himself upon his free arm and pressing his mouth to mine. "Stay with me..." I b...
The television droned on. Another rumored case near Frankfurt. Dr. Buchanan tapped a pen on his desk with one hand as he sipped coffee with another. On the desk, a dozen memos all marked urgent laid before him. All of them discussed unusual cases, but no two of them were the same. It was an old trap for doctors to fall into, and it was being fueled by panic....