(Inspired by Seduced On The Bridge by Little White Mouse) "Oh! My! God! We're on a spaceship!" What else could it be? The room was right out of Star Trek; circular, with walls festooned with consoles and display screens, flashing multicolor lights and strange hieroglyphics. The ceiling was a dark gray with vented air ducts arranged like a chessboard. Four...
I was fucked if I went to court on my charges. There was no throwing the dice, no begging for the mercy of the judge, or no hoping for the best. Raina would make good on her threat and pull all the strings at her malicious command. If I went to jail, I lost my child. Period. End of story. No happy ending for me. At this moment I'm staring at the ceiling, wi...
Alarm signals spewed across the sensorium. The capsule span, out of control, stars wheeling around it in the blackness of space. The Fragment struggled to stabilise the miniature craft, but it was taking too long. A larger shape loomed out of the darkness, an attack cruiser that would be more than a match for the tiny capsule if it was observed. The Fragme...
Growing light, coming out of the long sleep. Lobsang wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious after the crash: it must have been days. It was a twenty by thirty room he found himself in, dank and fetid with the stink of several unwashed men. A distance light source, that grudgingly illuminated. A face noticed he was awake. An older face, creased and wrin...
To my fellow mundane humans--especially the men: It's a raw, well-worn cliche at this point to reference A.C.C.'s quote that "any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic"; I know. Thing is, that's the best way to describe what Femenalia is and how a human--even one living in the early 21st century--will experience the kind...
Good day. My name is Tiffany. I've written this subroutine to act as my equivalent of a diary. Allow me to explain the present state. My name is Tiffany. I am a simulated sexual partner developed in private by Harold Conniver. I am perfectly equipped to satisfy the sexual desires and fetishes of all users. Harold Conniver is currently my only user. In my dev...
Editor's note: though not classified as Illustrated, this story contains images. Author's note -- Please read from chapter 1 to best comprehend all that's going on here. It's a complicated tale, and sexy-times happen as the story calls for them. Given everything else that's going on for Ray and company, they don't happen all that frequently. That may or may...
Kate woke up naked in the middle of the floor, still questioning in her head if what happened really happened. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room to see her outfit neatly folded on the bed along with the naughty sheet that probed her. "What the..." Kate muttered to herself before she was cut off by a tiny voice behind her. "Wakey wakey sleepy h...
Disclaimer: This is a requested sexual fantasy....no trademark infringement is meant and any resemblance to the television show or it's characters is purely a gross figment of our imagination. Chief Medical Officer’s Personal Log: Stardate; 14015.0245 The Enterprise’s main computer, after a somewhat unofficial introduction, has intimated that it has beco...
The aliens themselves were pretty excited when they discovered our planet. The more they analysed our living, moving, fornicating bodies going about our daily lives, the more they knew our bodies would be the perfect safe haven for their species. Growing their numbers after the near extinction on Betron 5, their last remaining planet, was paramount to any of...