Darqside

Heroin. Like so many other people and things in my life, I abused it. It started when I was just out of high school and wanted to try everything to get along with everybody. I was a loser. So much of a loser I didn’t think much for myself and always what others thought of me. I remember partying with my friends for who knew how long and jumping from party to party, almost like a groupie. I always hung out with the cute guys until they got sick of me and walked away, which I just assumed meant they were off taking a hit themselves. ...

ULTI-MAI-DEN: Ultimate Maid Guardian “My dear Mai, I believe it’s time for you to wake up… ” “What… what is this… why am I… who… ” “So many questions, and yet you barely have the energy to stay awake. I’m afraid that won’t do, Miss Mai.” “Who are you? And… why can’t I remember my name… ?” “Oh but you can… just try.” “My name is… Mai… Mai Mai Oppai… ” “That is correct… I’m glad you can remember as much.” ...

ULTI-MAI-DEN: Ultimate Maid Guardian “My dear Mai, I believe it’s time for you to wake up… ” “What… what is this… why am I… who… ” “So many questions, and yet you barely have the energy to stay awake. I’m afraid that won’t do, Miss Mai.” “Who are you? And… why can’t I remember my name… ?” “Oh but you can… just try.” “My name is… Mai… Mai Mai Oppai… ” “That is correct… I’m glad you can remember as much.” ...

Part 1: The Four Winds In ancient days, before the world’s edges were known, and the land was young, there was a great and powerful King. He was a man who bore his strength for the very mountains to bear witness. He united his peoples and made alliances with many lands. He conquered no man, save those who ruled unjustly, he hated no man, save those who would bear arms at him. He was known throughout the known world as King Azmondias, the Guard. For his sense of justice compounded with his unearthly wisdom caused many pilgrims to journey to his kingdom to seek resolution to any problem they might have. ...

continues from part one Part 2: Kyrios the Experienced Time passed as the four Queens ruled Azmondia and all of the King’s decrees seemed ancient and forgotten. Peace was certainly present, but the world was far from silent. It was in an age of dragons and beasts of ancient lore that a young man entered the kingdom on a single horse. He wore no sword, no armor, but simply the clothes on his back and a sack in which he carried food and other things. The man seemed to not concern himself with many things, and appeared to be a simple traveler through the kingdom. He settled in at an Inn on the far end of the kingdom, only planning on staying a day or so it seemed. ...

In all my wildest dreams, I never thought a woman of her intelligence and caliber could stoop so degradingly low. Yet for me, Helen Vales had become absolutely perfect. All it took was a little persuasion. When I had first arrived in college I was virtually a nobody. Not really someone you’d notice based on his credentials, credibility, or the clubs and organizations he’d belonged to. I didn’t have many friends yet, and from the looks of things, I was an outsider to many of the groups and cliques on campus. ...

I am seriously overweight, I know it. It’s not easy to keep fit, in fact in my situation it feels like it’s just near impossible. My metabolism is slow, I’m lazy at heart, and really, I’m just not suited for wearing any sort of brand-name clothes. But, I have a fetish. It’s a strange fetish compared to all the other ones I see on the internet, although it sort of incorporates them. ...

(Author’s Note) This is an experiment of sorts, and not really meant to be taken as arousing per se, but it was a twisted idea I had, so I wanted to work with it. Maybe I’ll add more to this, maybe not…hope you aren’t disappointed. The following is a series of medical transcripts, journals, and reports that relate to the Silkworm Project initiated at Derma-Dyne Industries. Their use is only at the discretion of those members of the project or authorized personnel only. Any duplication, distribution, or illegal access to these documents is strictly prohibited and will be prosecuted to the full extent according to Derma-Dyne rules and regulations. ...

My wife is kinky, at least to a certain degree, me on the other hand, I’m vanilla through and through. Just point me to the hole and I insert Tab P into Slot V, that simple. My wife and I agree on most things, except when it comes to sex. She insists on black and latex while I settle for something simple. The reason being my wife and I are inventors…entrepreneurs. She in fetish clothing, I in manufactured inventions that benefit humanity in some way. She teases me sometimes saying I’m a toy-maker, but hey…it pays the bills. ...

To Have and To Hold “I, Roger Vaincroft, take thee, Veronica LaSalle, to be my Lawfully Wedded Wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part.” “I, Veronica LaSalle, take thee, Roger Vaincroft, to be my Lawfully Wedded Husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part.” ...

I was so close. I was so very close to creating the ultimate A.I. program system for my latest computer interface. It currently had the storage capacity of 30,000 Terabytes of Data, and at least ran at a speed of 2,000 Gigabytes per millisecond. That was the clock speed anyway. The problem was navigating the logic input and output specifications. The hardware and software were hardly meshing together properly. The logic O.S. was supposed to adapt to the interface and adjust itself based on any additional parameters it came across. I’d specifically built a synthetic module generator to create any parts it could possibly need based on any given situation. ...

(story continues from Plastique Surgery) Perhaps it had been because he was ignored by most of the girls in college, or even that none of them were interested in him, but John was sick of it. He needed something to stave his appetite, his hunger, his NEEDS. Something he could be able to predict, something he could control. A wild beast tamed by an incredibly sturdy leash. He’d tried online dating services before, but none of them seemed to work very well, it had something to do with his personality not being all that interesting or some other lame excuse, he’d figured. It just was an established fact that girls weren’t interested in him online or offline. ...

(Author’s Note: This story contains many pop culture references that won’t be explained outright, so if you want to learn more, Wikipedia or Google may help.)(Gromet: Have added links to Wikipedia for some of the terms used.) My girlfriend is an Otaku. That’s Japanese for being a fan of Anime and Manga comics. In Japan this is somewhat considered a negative connotation towards people who spend all their time indoors, but it also means that you’re a fan to the point of borderline obsession. ...

“I guess you could say I have problems in my relationship.” I shrugged. The man at the counter looked at me with the most innocent smile on his face. I couldn’t tell if he was plotting something or he was just the nicest man on the face of the earth. Honestly, I couldn’t tell. “Sir, believe me when I say this, you’re not the only man out there with problems concerning the ‘fairer sex’.” ...

You unlock this door with the Key of Fellatio…*Beyond it is another Dimension,__ ***A Dimension of Orgasms…** A Dimension of Infatuation…*A Dimension of Lust…__ ***You’re moving into a Land of Both Desire and Sex, of Obsession and Fetish,** You’ve just crossed over into…*The Erogenous Zone.* Episode 1: The Gift by Darqside* Meet Cassandra Summersby, known by many of her friends simply as Cassy. On outward appearance, she’s a normal college girl of the age of 23. But very soon she’ll be visited by a friend bearing a gift…a gift that will transcend mind and body, sending her spiraling outwards in the space of time and dimension known as…The Erogenous Zone.* ...

Sara awoke out of her stupor with a jolt. A strange sensation of pressure on her body, it was the first time she’d realized something had happened to her. The first thing she noticed was that the room she was in was pitch black all around save for a series of strange sets of rib-like bars that circled around her at varying levels above and below her line of sight. She wasn’t quite sure what these were for, but the design was all-encasing. Any source of light that could be seen could only be reflected on the silvery metal of the bars, making everything obscure to her sense of sight. ...

Her blindfold was removed and she could see before her a laboratory with several computer panels and monitoring devices. “Miss Williams…” a voice from behind her crooned. “Roger Vaincroft!” Her eyes were now filled with hatred and anger at the sing-song man standing behind her. “Ah…so you remember me, my dear…that’s good! I was hoping the very reason my career as a plastic surgeon ended would at least remember my voice, if not my face.” ...

Perhaps it had been because he was ignored by most of the girls in college, or even that none of them were interested in him, but John was sick of it. He needed something to stave his appetite, his hunger, his NEEDS. Something he could be able to predict, something he could control. A wild beast tamed by an incredibly sturdy leash. He’d tried online dating services before, but none of them seemed to work very well, it had something to do with his personality not being all that interesting or some other lame excuse, he’d figured. It just was an established fact that girls weren’t interested in him online or offline. ...

The first time I met her, she was leaving the same hallway door I was about to enter, we were both on our own way to or from class in college, but that single moment that I met her changed everything. I wanted her. From that single encounter I recalled with exact clarity her height, the blonde tufts of curls in her hair, her deep blue eyes, long eyelashes, and pink lips. ...

Author’s note: This story was mostly inspired by Norse Mythology and a certain videogame I like to play by the name of “Valkyrie Profile”, there are a few hints at it in the story, but mostly I did it for fun. Hope you like it! It’s been so long since I was alive; I think I may have forgotten how it was I died. But considering my personal experiences after that, well… you could say my life paled in comparison. ...

Bliss was irritated, it had been a long day at the corporate headquarters in Salem, Massachusetts. Why in the world their business was headquartered in such a backwater state, she had no idea, but walking among a bunch of country bumpkins (to her at least) wasn’t even the worst part. It was that blasted Glass Ceiling. It always got her in the end. No matter how professional she was, no matter how hard she worked, this company refused to promote her any higher than Vice-Executive Manager. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a passion for the job, either, in fact, bossing people around for deadlines was quite the enjoyable experience for her, at least so she thought. She loved to see the men with pocket protectors and large-rimmed glasses squirm in their cubicles when a deadline loomed over them. ...

You must’ve known the risk before you put it on. I told you ahead of time to check the suit to make sure it worked properly. It was one of those single-piece catsuit affairs. But it was special. It even had special heel boots molded into it, 8 inches of love just for you. It had a deep shiny red body and black flames for the arms and legs. It was stretchy too, just how you like it. Just to accommodate your most intimate parts. ...

Perhaps it can be said that the pen is mightier than the sword, but the way I see it, the pen is also mightier than the man or woman. It all started at the local arts and supply store I go to a few blocks down the street from where I live. It was a rather unusual shop, full of things you wouldn’t normally find in an art store, fortune telling baubles, dice, board games, magic trick supplies, Halloween decorations, you name it, really…but the sign outside still insisted upon calling itself Art and Supply Depot. ...

There is an old legend that spans the fabric of time itself, well not really that old actually, but it will be around for a long time at the very least. Legend has it that there was once a young queen who ruled her people and her house with an Iron fist. She was very strict with her Manservants and Maidservants. She was a very selfish and indulgent woman by nature, and was very choosy about the men who courted her. In fact, one might go so far as to say she had a sadistic side to her. ...

I was so close. I was so very close to creating the ultimate A.I. program system for my latest computer interface. It currently had the storage capacity of 30,000 Terabytes of Data, and at least ran at a speed of 2,000 Gigabytes per millisecond. That was the clock speed anyway. The problem was navigating the logic input and output specifications. The hardware and software were hardly meshing together properly. The logic O.S. was supposed to adapt to the interface and adjust itself based on any additional parameters it came across. I’d specifically built a synthetic module generator to create any parts it could possibly need based on any given situation. Its reaction time just couldn’t handle anything thrown at it and it simply crashed in all the simulations I ran. ...

The Wishing Stone Part 1: Obsession I will never forget the moment the world as I knew it, ended. Of course, I had everything to do with it. It all started several years ago…I was a college student working on my capstone…my final project that would make or break me…earn or deny me of my degree. My major involves art…and so in many ways I had to come up with some great artistic design project. The problem was, I had no subjects to work with. ...

story continued from part 1 The Wishing Stone Part 2: Paradise Lost In the words of the revered Popeye, “It was all I could stands and I couldn’t stands no more!” I was on the brink of bashing my face in with my easel as my frustration and sexual anguish both agonized and terrorized me. It had been two weeks since Pussy Slave had given me the Wishing Stone, the stone that by rights should’ve been the rightful property of Samantha Parson…the woman seemingly trapped in Pussy Slave’s over-sexed body. ...

story continued from part 2 The Wishing Stone Part 3: Rebirth I missed it. I missed all of it. It started harmlessly enough. Samantha and I have been very happy in Marriage for the past 3 years, we still joked about it now and again. She even teased me a little for still letting that ‘little stone’ bother me. She’d even taken to ‘hiding the mirrors’ and using her com pack more often. I didn’t think much of it at the time. ...

It’s been at least ten years since the incident we experienced. Back then we were young, in love, and completely infatuated with the idea of having sex. Sexual gratification was indeed the very core reason why we even met each other in the first place. She was once a student at Yale University, in fact she even taught there for a time, her major being Psychology with a minor in World History. At the time I was working as an archeologist for a local religious scientific group. We didn’t know who our benefactor was, but our goal was clear: ...

Her blindfold was removed and she could see before her a laboratory with several computer panels and monitoring devices. “Miss Williams…” a voice from behind her crooned. “Roger Vaincroft!” Her eyes were now filled with hatred and anger at the sing-song man standing behind her. “Ah…so you remember me, my dear…that’s good! I was hoping the very reason my career as a plastic surgeon ended would at least remember my voice, if not my face.” ...