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At the Academy 9: Turning

Tue, 02 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part 8

Part 9: Turning

“What? I’m sorry, Roger, what did you say?” Amy looked up from the computer screen as she spoke, still not seeming fully engaged.

“I said, are you OK? You’ve been just fading in and out for the last day or so, and some of us are worried.”

Of course, the last two days had been more than a bit of a strain on everyone. Third year students at the Academy regularly went through deep simulations with few breaks to start exposing them to an operational pace for their future assignments. More than an operational pace, actually – the theory was that if you really pushed the cadets now, you’d accomplish two things. First, they’d find the actual pace of operations almost relaxing. Second, you’d wash out the last of the cadets that didn’t belong.

Remember - He Knows! 2: He Still Knows

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 00:00:00 +0000

This story is fictional. If you think it’s about you or someone you know, that’s entirely by accident. Because this particularly story also contains elves, magic, and Santa, if you think it’s about someone you know, you might want to put down the egg nog and maybe find a therapist. It also contains adult themes including bondage and sex. If that bothers you, please read something else. Continued from Part One

Turn of Events 6: Normalizing Events

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 00:00:00 +0000

This is a continuation of “Part 5: Departing Events,” which you’ll find posted here. This is a work of fiction of a sexual nature with mature themes. If that’s not your cup of tea (we’ll ignore the obvious question as to why you’re visiting this site), read something else. If you think this is you - it’s not because I don’t know anyone that’s ever had this happen to them. Copyright remains with me unless specifically released, although reposting to sites without any membership fees is permitted.

At the Academy 8: The Cost of Carelessness

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part 7

Part 8: The Cost of Carelessness

“Oh, good morning Roger.” Amy was rinsing out her coffee cup as Roger walked in to the kitchen, still in his pajamas. She was fully dressed and the dishes in the sink made it clear that both she and Ken had already been up, eaten, and cleaned up. “I was just about to leave you and Andrea a note. Now that the 24 hours is up, Ken and I figured we’d stick around in the suite for a little while just pretend like were having a normal day away from the Academy. We won’t have the chance to do much of that pretty soon.”

At the Academy 7: Decoration

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part 6

Part 7: Decoration

“Let’s go, Roger. I know you can move faster than that even with the hobble.”

Andrea tugged on the rope she’d attached around his waist. His hands were firmly cuffed behind his back, and the cuffs at his ankles had about a 2 foot chain between them.

“I can’t see and the chain from my wrists to the hobble occasionally makes things interesting.” He said, too much anger in his voice for someone who was naked, cuffed, blindfolded, and being forced to walk outside. The slight chill in the air had warned him about the last part before he could feel the grass under his feet.

At the Academy 6: Completely Surrounded

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part 5

Part 6: Completely Surrounded

Suspended in rubber, trapped in darkness, Roger really couldn’t judge time well. At one point he tried counting heartbeats and using a rough pulse count to estimate the amount of time, but the count got quite high and it created such monotony that it didn’t particularly help. So he gave up and tried to develop a strategy that would let him gain some freedom of movement.

At the Academy 5: Fierce Competition

Thu, 17 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part 4

Part 5: Fierce Competition

Roger surveyed the hotel lobby from the mezzanine above. He knew what he was looking for, but needed to be sure that he didn’t appear to actually be looking. If his information was right, Amy and one of her partners in crime would be making their way across the lobby towards the West entrance at any moment now. He checked his watch, wondering if he had the timeline wrong in his head. As he did so, he allowed himself a moment to replay the events of the past week.

At the Academy 4: Alone for the Holidays

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part 3

Part 4: Alone for the Holidays

“What the hell is going on?” Roger wondered for what had to be the fourth time. He tried willing his arms to move, but the effects of the stunner simply made that impossible. He watched as the four figures moved around him and wondered what would come next.

The day had started ordinarily enough, at least for someone in his circumstances. Although the holiday break left him without classes or responsibilities, it also left him with few options for entertainment or diversion. He had had the bad luck to come down with a serious virus that had been brought to the Academy along with the delivery of supplies almost 7 weeks ago. He certainly hadn’t been alone in getting ill; better than a quarter of the station’s student body, instructors, and staff had also contracted the virus before a quarantine managed to knock down further transmission. Unfortunately, Roger had been the last to contract the illness before this occurred.

At the Academy 3: Turning the Tables

Sat, 17 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part 2

Part 3: Turning the Tables

It’s odd to wake up and find your surroundings completely changed. Roger was confused as he rose slightly out of bed, taking the bedroom surrounding him in. Display panel, bureau, closet, door – all the standard fittings for a reasonably priced hotel room with the antiseptic decorating style that went with a large chain. Of course, it took a moment as sleep fell away and he remembered that he really should be waking in the Baron’s large, circular, stone study. When that realization hit, he nearly leapt out of bed, ready for anything. His training rapidly took over and he relaxed a bit as he started to take full stock of his situation. He guessed immediately that he was still in the VR suite – he doubted that he could have been taken off the station and to a hotel without the use of some significant amount of drugs and his senses weren’t dulled in a way that would indicate those had been used. But obviously, things had changed. Andrea was nowhere to be found, he was now dressed in contemporary clothing, albeit just his boxer briefs at the moment, and the décor was modern. He was obviously in a suite – the open doors to a bathroom and sitting area made that obvious. A quick look around confirmed both that Andrea was nowhere to be found and he wasn’t a prisoner in any way since all of the doors worked. He decided to give himself some time to wake fully before trying to figure more out and headed for the shower after engaging all of the locks on the door to the hotel hallway. Not that it would matter if he was in some training scenario, since the computer would simply provide some other way for any programmed assailants to enter his rooms. But it was a logical step as he tried to remember what happened. In the shower, he replayed the previous night in the suite – Andrea bound in a suspended spread-eagle as he teased and tormented her (he remembered grinning at the amazing ability of the suite – that position normally would become horribly painful in a short while, but not when pressor fields suspended the subject). Her gagged moans and groans finally become climaxes when he allowed her release, her eyes vacillating between glares that showed a desire for revenge and plaintive looks that just indicated desire. In the end, he’d let her down and they’d made love on the bed without the benefit of any bindings in the tender and romantic way that only new lovers can seem to capture. As he applied the soap he wondered what had happened? How in the hell had the suite…

Turn of Events 4: Another Turn of Events

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

This is a continuation of “Part 3: Events Unfolding,” which you’ll find posted here. This is a work of fiction of a sexual nature with mature themes. If that’s not your cup of tea (we’ll ignore the obvious question as to why you’re visiting this site), read something else. If you think this is you - it’s not because I don’t know anyone that’s ever had this happen to them. Copyright remains with me unless specifically released, although reposting to sites without any membership fees is permitted.

Turn of Events 5: Departing Events

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

This is a continuation of “Part 4: Another Turn of Events,” which you’ll find posted here. This is a work of fiction of a sexual nature with mature themes. If that’s not your cup of tea (we’ll ignore the obvious question as to why you’re visiting this site), read something else. If you think this is you - it’s not because I don’t know anyone that’s ever had this happen to them. Copyright remains with me unless specifically released, although reposting to sites without any membership fees is permitted.

Turn of Events 2: Developing Events

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000

This is a continuation of “Part 1: Turn of Events,” which you’ll find posted here. This is a work of fiction of a sexual nature with mature themes. If that’s not your cup of tea (we’ll ignore the obvious question as to why you’re visiting this site), read something else. If you think this is you - it’s not because I don’t know anyone that’s ever had this happen to them. Copyright remains with me unless specifically released, although reposting to sites without any membership fees is permitted. Part Two: Developing Events

Turn of Events 3: Events Unfolding

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000

This is a continuation of “Part 2: Developing Events,” which you’ll find posted here. This is a work of fiction of a sexual nature with mature themes. If that’s not your cup of tea (we’ll ignore the obvious question as to why you’re visiting this site), read something else. If you think this is you - it’s not because I don’t know anyone that’s ever had this happen to them. Copyright remains with me unless specifically released, although reposting to sites without any membership fees is permitted. Part 3: Events Unfolding

Turn of Events

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a story. This one hit me while on a plane, so here it is. As always - this is fiction of a somewhat sexual nature with mature themes. If that’s not your cup of tea (we’ll ignore the obvious question as to why you’re visiting this site), read something else. If you think this is you - it’s not because I don’t know anyone that’s ever had this happen to them. Copyright remains with me unless specifically released, although reposting to sites without any membership fees is permitted.

At the Academy

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – A Present for a Dunce

The holiday season at the Academy was its typical mix of enjoyment and depression. The festivities planned always seemed to polarize the cadets, either looking forward to the parties, dances, and rest from the typical working schedule (which was grueling to be sure); or remembering family, friends, and lovers who were now far away. The fact that the minimum distance to one of the latter was over 100 million miles didn’t help many of the cadets. Throw in the average of over 22 light-years, and the depressed side wasn’t a surprise to anyone.

At the Academy 2

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Part 2: Virtually Occupied

Roger hit the button on his desk and opened the door when it chimed without bothering to turn towards it. He was expecting Ken, who’d left to grab them both some coffee and a morning snack, largely since Roger was faster at writing code than he was. While both were competent programmers, the language for the VR suites was a bit odd, and Roger understood it far better than Ken.

Remember - He Knows!

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Miranda sat at her computer, scanning the data on machine performance and looking for the tell-tale signs of impending issues. After a long day of programming, database maintenance, and control system recalibration, she always performed this check to help identify the machines that might break down in the next day or two. If she found anything, she’d schedule preventative maintenance to avoid the issue.

“Preventative maintenance,” she thought to herself. “I could use some of that.”

Remember - He Knows!

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

“Preventative maintenance,” she thought to herself. “I could use some of that.”

Final Exams

Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

The following is a work of erotic fiction that involves bondage, mummification, and adult themes. If these subjects are bothersome to you, stop reading now.

As I tracked Diana’s form making its way out of the city, his mind flashed back to the words the General had spoken before the beginning of the exam.

“You are about to be locked into the simulation chamber you have all grown to both enjoy and despise. There, you will match skills against your fellow classmates as you attempt to gather the full cryptographic key necessary to unlock the door to the chamber. Each of you will be provided one portion of the key, which will be turned over to the individual that manages to affect your capture.”

Lydia and Me 10