Pulling you by your long blonde hair, I drag you down the stairs. The basement is dark but for a small nightlight, creating more shadows than light. Glaring at you as you stumble behind me, I throw you against a St Andrew's cross and slap your face. Already terrified, you crumble into a trembling mass on the cement floor. "Stand up, bitch!" I snarl, causing...
Harmon Brubaker, having been awakened his alarm clock on schedule, knew what to do next. Robin Cawdor, the sultry schoolteacher he had met earlier that evening at the PTA meeting, was there waiting for him to fuck her hard. "Alright, remember, I am in charge. I am going to fuck you hard, and I'm gonna spank you as well. Think you can handle it?" "Yes!" "G...
(A/N. This chapter is very dark. I'll not apologize for the content, but I will warn of it. This chapter contains scenes of brutal torture. Every story needs a climax. A conflict. This chapter delves heavily into that conflict. At times, literally, excruciatingly so. If you cannot stomach this as a reader, please do not read this chapter. I have no desire to...
Manville and Lindstrom lay on two lab tables inside a laboratory. Both were nude. Neither was restrained because they were unconscious. A large bald man in a lab coat looked pleased with himself. The man called himself Socrates Prometheus, after the Greek philosopher and the Greek god who supposedly created man from clay. Prometheus had observed the seap...
She had no clothing under her coatdress except the black elastic-top thigh high stockings. Just some small silver chains spring-clipped to her nipples. There was also a fine silver chain arched between the two clips, spanning the distance between her nipples. They sparkled in the light at her slightest movement. The chains matched the ones dangling from her...
I awake with a start, in an unfamiliar but not unfriendly room, wondering where I am and how I had gotten there. I hear voices in the hallway outside and am about to call out when I realize there is someone asleep beside me -- again, unfamiliar but not unfriendly. I sit up, trying to remember the night before. Slowly the recollections come back -- this was J...
It was 0500 hours, the day was cold and there was snow on the ground at the 4077th. Because of the cold, Cpl. Randall "Radar" O'Reilly, Company Clerk, hurried on his way to the Duty Hut. As he passed the Nurses Quarters, he noted steam coming from the shower tent, and he could hear Capt. Hoolihan singing as she showered. Radar stopped, listening for awhile,...
The rain pelted out an angry, broken rhythm against the roof of his car. It eerily echoed through the gloomy darkness that seemed to penetrate every dirty crack of the lifeless street. "Forte? Crescendo?" he asked himself, unable to remember which word accurately described the increase in loudness, of the eerie melody being pounded out on his car. "Who g...
Jordan practically hooted as he booted up his new VR setup. He'd spent all day trying to get it just right. Adjusting the sensors, moving furniture, sweating profusely after he'd spilled some thermal compound on the motherboard, but it was finally worth it. Well, would be worth it after he started the game. He pulled on the goggles, grabbed the tactile grip...
(I was putting in a new kitchen in Montreal, Quebec. While taking an hour lunch, I came across what looked to be strange sci-fi diary, just sitting on the coffee table. It seemed to be about some distant place called Pleasure Planet. The author of this diary was probably some kind of space traveller. I read the story and found it to be so interesting, that I...