*Oghma here again! This story's been unfolding bit by bit, and I think it's going in a direction I'm happy with. There is a lot more to come from this narrative, and I hope you'll all stay tuned to read the rest of it. With any luck I'll be able to get the third chapter out by the end of the month, but we'll just have to wait and see. * **Disclaimer: Excess...
In the chill of the barracks, there was warmth that could only be found in the embrace of another. Thale had learned that in the early days, when he had been brutalized by a training regime focused on determining his talents. He could still remember the day that everything changed. He had been a child - maybe twelve, thirteen cycles. The training master, a...
————————1———————— Paityn arrived at the studio early. The slim young woman stepped out of the cab and pulled her hood up and looked up at the building. Zak had contacted her about the job as a way to apologize for their bad breakup the week before. She had almost not taken the call, but now she was glad that she had. She went into the lobby and took the ele...
The gaudy green cube van rolled to a stop in front of a set of rusting, off-kilter gates. Its grumbling engine quieted as he slipped it into park, and a man in a similarly garish-coloured uniform leaned out the window. The gate had an intercom, but some engineering genius had positioned in such a way that it took a minor act of acrobatics to reach it without...
-Author's Note- An edit of the original, with some grammatic corrections and an extra end-bit from where I last left off. The entire story is incredibly long, and focuses more on character development then sex. There's a constant flow of sexual material, like public nudity and topless wrestling, but no actual sex for long intervals. I'll be posting more...
CHAPTER SIX -- HUMILIATION AND DESPAIR The instant Julie tries to move, the memories come flooding back. Her face rests on slippery mud, her entire body is coated with a stinking mulch in which blind things wriggle aimlessly. Night has fallen, firelight glances from her coated flesh, loud insistent drumming echoes in the clearing. And slippery hands rove h...
What might it be like for an average white soccer mom to serve a life sentence in a prison with an overwhelmingly black inmate population and staff, run by a racist black warden? I'm serving a life sentence but I don't belong here. I belong in the Free World with my husband and kids! I received a 1-year jail sentence for driving impaired and leaving the sc...
It was already 1 am. Our cab was driving down the city streets. The shine of the street lights was reflecting on the billion water droplets that were falling on the windows, making them look like a living night sky. Erika and I were on our way to my house. Her head resting pretty low on my shoulder, and her eyelids closed indicated that she was ready to lie...
The Brown Bag By Jess Faulks Captain Rhiannon McDonnell wasn't halfway between the swinging, stainless steel doors and her intended stool when the brick-shithouse-of-a-man behind the bar noticed and sized her up. Gloss-black , featureless eyes made his exact focus less apparent but she knew the look: it was the one everyone in a position of authority gave...
Fading Stars 01: Encounters Author's Notes: As usual, thanks to my lady love, for invaluable input. Thanks also to bikoukumori (edits at warp speed!), BuckyDuckman and JagFarlane. Your input and support during the beta phase was essential. All participants in sexual acts are the equivalent of adults. No artificial lifeforms were harmed while writing th...