"Enter." The iron door swung open, and a drow warrior strode halfway across the dimly-lit chamber before obediently dropping to a knee. "Priestess Varassa, your scouts have returned from their raid upon the surface." Sighing in annoyance, Varassa set down her stylus and glared at her quivering supplicant. "Do you think me deaf, male? I heard the palisade g...
Varassa spent the next hour meeting with her scout commander discussing his latest foray to the surface, and by the end she'd even learned the male's name: Maliveth. His supplicants were far less relevant, of course, though they did provide her with a detailed map of the surface region surrounding the ancient temple above. Soon, perhaps, she could convince t...
Metronova caters to any number of perversions so that its inmates never try to escape. The AI warden of the enclave, MIMI (for Metronova Inmate Monitoring Interface), is tasked with keeping the inmates distracted and detained by any number of means, employing holograms and synthetic life forms to make even the most bizarre fantasies of their twisted minds co...
I. CAUGHT Night. Moonlight bled through pine branches. Dead men bled in dying firelight. Lady Kyra Dhallion bit her lip and stared out at what was left of the camp. Goddess protect me, she thought. The young noblewoman huddled inside of her carriage, peering out between velvet curtains at the dark forest beyond. Bodies littered the clearing. A few of the...
Doug yawned and awoke. A ray of sunlight filtered in through the crack in the curtains on the single window of his dorm room. He lifted his head up and saw that it was only 9:18. Too early to get out of bed on a Saturday morning. The girl upon which he was sleeping squirmed a little. There had been so many girls the past few weeks that he could no longer r...
Rachel went to sleep that night almost exactly as she would on any other Friday, tired after a big week and looking forward to a lie-in the next morning. The only difference was that she knew her boyfriend was planning to come over for the first time in ages the next day, so she had done a little prep. She hadn't gotten herself off, not properly, but she had...
Bryan was already sweating nervous bullets as he walked through the inconspicuous door marked with a large drawing of a pink web, the mark of the Orb Weavers Inn; a private club for very specific trysts. The street was almost empty of people, the building an inconspicuous hotel. As he opened the door, the concrete and brick outer wall immediately gave way to...
Thorvik Kabot, Succubus-Slayer in "The Golden Webs Of The Spider-Goddess" * With one kick from his powerful leg, Thorvik kicked in the door to the secret church of the Spider-Goddess, Kalindraa and, with a sweeping backhand, immediately dispatched of two of the female Spider-Acolytes standing guard. Illuminated by torchlight, Thorvik Kabot's strong Nordic...
Drip, drip, drip! Thick drops of watery fluid was falling from the ceiling and hitting Harley on the forehead. She groaned loudly and rolled away. Every part of her body ached. Not that this was surprising to her after she realised that she had been sleeping on the metal grated floor in one of the corridors. How did I end up here? she wondered. Have I been...
** This story focuses on Mark and his precarious situation. It will focus mainly from a third person/narrator rather than the first person. ** This is my first edit of this story. ** Warning! The following program may contain material unsuitable for people under 18. It contains Sexual References, Latex and Tentacles... and spiders. ***** The sun was...