(story continues from The Cargo 5)_ Cast Sabina – Ship’s captain. Celes – Ship’s engineer/2nd mate, technical wiz. Leece – Genetic engineer on the move with a strange habit of cloning herself. Carrying a dangerous secret. Amanita – Ship’s AI, under going some strange changes. The Muckabout – Mostly automated freighter captained by Sabina. Frostbite – Genetically engineered war machine, with a few small alterations and one, nasty quirk. _back to part five ...

It was called Lost Cave. A natural cavern, it served as home for runaways, derelicts, anyone who had no place else to go. The police never entered Lost Cave. Indeed, they never even went near the narrow entrance to the cavern. Nobody did who had a choice. Until Sheila Johnson appeared. Slipping through the narrow opening, Sheila gazed around, feeling a vague sense of disappointment. From the stories she’d been told, she’d almost expected to see a huge cavern, crammed with people. Instead, she looked upon a medium sized cave. ...

Her back chat and defiance was starting to really piss him off. He had tried punishing her by spanking her bare arse from time to time. Though as much as she complained he was sure she was beginning to rather enjoy this form of discipline. Possibly even wearing the bruises the next day as some kind of bizarre trophy. Though even if that was indeed the case surely she was struggling at work sitting on such a sore arse. He wondered if her work colleagues were noticing her flinch each time she sat down on a chair. He certainly hoped so as humiliation was one form of punishment she truly hated. ...

I opened the door. Mick walked in trailing a girl. “I come bearing gifts: libation and decoration,” he said handing me the bottle and nodding at the girl. He clapped me on the back. “Happy holidays, Bro.” “Back at ya.” “This is Shelly.” “Hi.” “Hello, Shelly.” “Man! Something smells good.” “Bird will be out in about an hour. Just have to do a bit of last minute decorating.” We were in the kitchen. I unwrapped the bottle. Vodka. Some obscure name I’d never heard of, much less pronounce. I splashed a couple of shots into glasses, we tossed them back, then I poured a couple of doubles on the rocks. ...

Here he was, tied tight in a chair in the basement. He did not know for how long. She had caught him as he came into the house. He was quickly handcuffed and told to hold still. A blind fold was placed over his eyes and a ball gag was forced into his mouth. His pants and underwear was pulled off and he felt scissors cutting his shirt free. He was nude with his hands handcuffed behind him. A collar was placed around his neck and locked. ...

The Challenge by rojo THE CHALLENGE by rojo My wife and I have been married almost eighteen years. We live in a small two-bedroom apartment. The spare bedroom is basically our computer room. One late Saturday afternoon, I was cruising bondage sites when my wife snuck up on me. “Well, look at that. “, she said, I was very embarrassed. I liked to hide my cruising. Over the years I had asked my wife to tie me up many times and she had always refused. ...

Suzzanne pulled into the parking space and stopped the car, she checked the clock, it was 5, 40 pm, five minutes before her appointment. As always Suzzanne had left booking her dental check up until the last minute and she had been pleased when the receptionist said she had the last appointment of the afternoon left. She would have her check up and then home and finish that bottle of wine! ...

Chapter One – The Counseling Session Girls do not come more All-American than Amy Riggs. Nor more desirable. Amy had grown up as the big fish in a small pond. She called a small North Carolina town home and excelled at everything she tried. She was a star athlete and homecoming queen. During her senior year of high school, she tried out for the cheerleading team even though she had never cheered in her life. Of course with her charmed life, she made the team. A few short years later, this charm would not seem so grand. ...

Sarah was just a cute little High school cheerleader when she stumbled onto Sir Jeff’s website about ponygirls. She was from a small farming town in the south, and being the curious girl, she started searching for more information. She spent many nights combing the internet for information, stories, pictures, and other useful information. She found out all about the training and stable lives of ponygirls, and as she learned more, she wanted to experience it for herself. ...

(This is a true story. Some of the dialogue maybe romanticized, but the basis is fact.) My wife has recently been talking to me about how she is worried that I will cheat on her because of all of the travel my new job entails. At first I shrugged off her worries as ridiculous, mainly because I did not think that I was good enough looking to cause that kind of attention from the female population. That is to say that I wasn’t going to look for it, so it was going to have to come to me. ...

This was a special time of year for the lovely earth girl. Not since she had been kidnapped to Gor many years ago had she celebrated the earth holiday called Christmas. Her master was sent to earth by the priest kings on a mission and had consented to bring her with him. The girl was given the name nikko by her master when she was ko`lared by him. Nikko has red hair that falls to her shoulders and a smile in her eyes that comes from within. To pass the nights on Gor, Nikko had told her master of the wonderful customs and festivities that are celebrated on earth at this time of year. From the different food and drink, decorations, songs and of course the presents. Nikko had spent hours and hours describing in great detail all of this to her beloved master. ...

The cabbie leaned on the horn. Not that it did any good. The place was a parking lot. Shit! Anderson is going to be pissed. It’s not a good idea to piss off your pimp. Denise paid the guy and bounded out of the car, heading south at a trot. She caught another cab three blocks down, found the address, went around back, and was guided to a set of stairs. She found him in the library. ...

(story continues from The Client Part 4)_ The Client –Part 5 by Anne Woolsey Part Five Anne awoke early the next morning. There was no sign of Julia. The memories of the previous day came flooding back, along with the fear and loathing. How could she have slept with that woman? Julia was nuts; certifiably insane, and had treated her very badly. She had kidnapped her for god’s sakes, binding and gagging and beating her! And yet as she thought these thoughts the embers of desire flared within her. She remembered their fevered lovemaking and despite her disgust at herself, she was aroused again. ...

continued from part fiveThe Client - Part 6 It was now approaching dusk and Anne had spent the remainder of the day restlessly exploring her prison and thinking long and hard of scenarios for her escape. She had not bothered to dress or eaten anything and to be honest about it, she was feeling increasingly despondent. As the day passed and her situation became clearer, her outrage and steely anger had flagged and now she just sat and stared out the window. It was difficult to maintain an edge of anger even though she still desperately wanted to be away from here. She knew she would have to rekindle that anger if she was ever to escape. ...

It took a long time for Jessica to save up for the new panties. The procedure wasn’t all that expensive, but it took time when she could only put away a few dollars each week. But they would be worth it, the very latest in latex-toy tech, they were formed to fit a person perfectly, and you got to choose ‘inserts’ that could stimulate a person the entire time they were worn. Jessica had done her research, but the dangers reported were all very mild and she couldn’t wait. ...

“Rebecca! What is this?” Sprawled on her bed, Beck glanced up from her tablet. Mrs. Henderson stood at her bedroom door, gazing at the room with horror in her eyes. “Are any of your clothes actually put away?” she asked, gesturing toward the clothing heaped around the room. “It’s ok, Mrs. H.,” Becky said calmly. “I know where most of it is.” “That’s not the point,” Mrs. Henderson replied. “Clothing should be neatly folded and put in your dresser, or neatly hanging in your closet. It shouldn’t be dumped onto a chair, and it certainly shouldn’t be dumped on the floor. The closet fairy is not going to like this one bit.” ...

Cynthia began preparing for a landing. She was piloting the small Bristol Scout bi-plane over the barren terrain of the desert, southwest of Transjordan. It was 1920, just after the Great War. Her father was a wealthy American businessman with strong interests in the oil business. Cynthia was only 19, but knew how to fly and she knew the area well. She had a secret package to deliver and her father trusted no one else to do it. ...

The Collar By the Techster When you have a family where the parents are a pair of engineers who enjoy self- bondage and bondage experiments you know that creativity is the rule of the game. Of course we have never let our children discover our kinks. Last weekend our youngest son, a college student was going out of town so the parents could play. I love watching my wife in the nude and starting a bondage game for the weekend would be fun. She is no slinky sex goddess. She has a bit of a tummy, but her perky breasts that don’t sag, even without a bra and the lean muscles of her back and legs are a major turn-on for me. When you’ve been playing this game for 30+ years, as we have, coming up with something new is more of a challenge than actually escaping from the bondage. It was time for a new bondage device. The focal point of this scene would be a locking metal collar that would prevent the wearer- captive from looking left or right as well as down. I hope this doesn’t get too technical for you. Please remember both my wife, Techie, and myself, Techster, are so nicknamed because we are engineers. ...

I had worked as a buyer for a medium sized company with all the benefits one would expect that went along with an important position; such as a company car, expense account and all the rest one would normally expect. As it was taken for granted and everyone else had their little fiddles in such positions and so not to be different I also took advantage and I went along with it. These small but dishonest anomalies went on for some time and then one day I went too far in my greed, I actual sold some goods on that belonged to the company to an outlet I had found. ...

Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005 My company sent me to Australia to negotiate a deal with Nicholas Ian, the CEO of Ian Enterprises. My boss had enough confidence in my ability to let me any excess time as a working vacation. It was fortunate for me that the company’s headquarters was located in the same city as SAX Leather’s main store. I use their online catalog to purchase most of the special items in my bedroom closet. After, I made my final offer to Mr. Ian this morning, I decided to use the time to do some serious shopping, so, I headed for SAX Leather. The saleswoman was extremely friendly and greeted me just after I entered. She was very helpful describing how to use many of the items I was interested in. I did not see them at first. Actually, it was Suzi, the SAX Leather saleswoman, while helping fit the leather harness bra and garter belt on me, over my white silk blouse and blue suede skirt, whopointed them out to me. “Those three are up to something,” she said, glancing behind me at the trio of two girls and a guy. ...