Chapter 6 – Converted 08:20 The door opened and in walks Fatima Salahi flanked by two massive security guards. The guards dressed in standard black business suits take up positions on either side of the door. I was a little disappointed given the arrival of the entourage that Mr. Drax was not the next to step through the door. I could hear a soft snicker e...
Slowly Clarisse settled into a routine. Breakfast in the morning, then lessons in the afternoon, milking later and then early to bed. Repeat the next day, with frequent trips to the doctor's and ample time for writing reports. She slowly got used to the constant flirting that all bulls and hucows seemed to do. The rules were different here on the farm, wit...
"How on earth did you break your bed, sis? It looks like a warzone in there!" exclaimed Alana. "I knew you've been seeing someone!" "Honestly, I haven't! It was just old and poorly put together, it was bound to happen," insisted Erica as she sipped at her cup of black coffee at her kitchen table. In her mind Erica had a flashback to her orgasmically charge...
Deep in the pits a cry was heard. Fausta, the hermit-pontiff, watched from the perch above. Her latest subject was due for a daily observation; the pontiff had low hopes, but an observation was still to be made. In the pit - one of nine - was a gaelic woman, well built, with muscled thighs and a delightful pertness to her small breasts. She was of the nort...
-Chapter 1- Preparing for the exercise Guys: none Girls: Ahsoka Tano Great, another training exercise thought Ahsoka Tano. At least this one would be easy and non-dangerous. All she had to do was sneak from the engine room to the FOD, (Forward Observation Deck) with out being seen. Easy. "All ready to go snips?" Ahsoka's master Anakin Skywalker asked....
Clarisse Evans stared at her computer screen in despair. She had been working on this project for months, but it had yet to bear fruit. Her supervisor had wanted her to get data. She got the data. He had asked for simulations. She'd run them. He wanted reports. She wrote them up. But more than anything they needed a test subject. No amount of research and d...
Greg ran through the forest as his heart pounded in his chest. His eyes darting left and right keeping a watch in front of him for some sign of whatever the monstrosity hunting him was. He paused momentarily leaning against a dense growth of trees as he attempted to catch his breath. Holding his hand over his chest he could feel the thumping of each beat and...
FROM THE JOURNAL OF JESSICA WOODRUE: My name is Jessica Woodrue, daughter of disgraced brain surgeon, Doctor Jason Woodrue. I write this journal as a testament to his both his research and mine. My father worked on a project his was insanely passionate about - Project Gilgamesh. The goal of his research was simple: create the ultimate super-soldier. He und...
Evelyn worked - as it happened - in a fertility clinic behind the college campus. I only realised it was a fertility clinic when she invited me there one afternoon after classes. She told me - very business-like as always - that there was a shortage of high quality sperm. Whether I would consider donating? It would be pro bono as was the clinic, but she wou...
The clinic was an unobtrusive white stucco structure surrounded by gnarled oak trees on an obscure back road. There were several cars parked in front but it gave the overall appearance of being unoccupied. The smell of late summer was in the air, with just a hint of fall breezes - my favorite time of year. I was getting on in years and just started retiremen...