She had been dreaming about it again. It always started the same, a summer evening, a gentle wind blowing through the trees of the forest that she walked through, and then she would come upon it. A large pile of earth, next to a deep pit that seemed to call to her, want her. She would go to the edge of the pit and look down; it was a deep narrow hole in the soft earth. It looked as though she would only have enough room to stand. She would place her feet on the bottom of the pit, and then stand there for a moment, taking a handful of the dirt, and rubbing it on her. Taking a moment, she would position herself in the bottom in a fetal position. As she would do this, it would seem as though the walls of the pit would begin to turn to mud and slowly begin to fill in around her form, flowing over every part of her. Soon it would stop, and the mountainous pile at the top of the hole would begin to slowly sink in on top of her crumpled form. Then all would go black. ...

(story continues from My Odyssey Part 21: Anne-Marie’s Fantasy As narrated)_ _Continues from part 21 My Odyssey As narrated by Anne-Marie Killamajiian, Wife of Ahmed, of the House of Mustaffa, the Diamond Merchant Warning: This story involves bondage, consensual sex, domination, coercion, sex changes, sexual slavery, rape, and other jiggery-pokery. It is entirely fictional, and is intended as entertainment for adults only. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or to any location or activity is purely coincidental. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. (As if anybody ever is!) ...

It was another cold, dark night in the city. The hour was late, reflected by the all but empty streets, devoid of cars or people. At this time of night, only the homeless, the desperate, and the predators could be seen, the outcasts of society, but even they kept to the shadows, having no desire to be seen. There was an abandoned building in the far edge of town where few ever went, and fewer even knew existed. This night, as with many other nights, it was deserted, save for the rats that made their home here. They stopped. Sniffed the air. Then they turned and tore away into the night, fleeing the building. ...

The day of the match arrived and Mike & Lisa were at our house for lunch. My husband, Tom is an avid Manchester United fan and his friend Mike supports Manchester City. For today’s big city derby we had all decided to mix bondage and football. Although Lisa and I aren’t big football fans we were both up for the idea ! Mike and Tom had got tickets for the match and would leave us girls at home to watch the game on TV - but there were a number of conditions ! The idea would be that Lisa and I would support our husband’s teams with the losing couple ending up in bondage and at the mercy of the other couple. A draw would mean that one of each couple would be in bondage. A 0-0 draw would see Mike & Tom trussed up, but a score draw would mean that Lisa and I would be tied. ...

(story continues from Click 2: Who’s Counting?) Part 3: Turning the Tables I woke up in pain. Just like every other day, my morning erection was the source of my discomfort. It pressed hard into the CB-6000 chastity device that had been my constant companion these past few months. My wife Emma had confined me inside it, both as a punishment and as a motivator. I was being punished for being caught one time having sex on my own, while wearing women’s clothes and self-bound to the bed. I was being motivated to wait on her hand and foot, and to satisfy her daily sexual needs. ...

Long ago, deep in a valley, there was a small village of people. A farming community of simple people with simple beliefs. Everyone knew everyone and there was no crime or problem of any kind within the town itself! Outside the town that is a much different story. Everything from trolls, ogres, dragons, and wizards crept around in neighboring forests, mountains, and fields. The only reason why the town was safe, was the fact that there was quite a bit of people there, and they always have power in numbers. This kept mostly everything away from them, and over time and generations it got to the point that everything dangerous was sooo distant from them, that no one had ever even seen a Dragon, wizard or etc. ...

Kaa cursed his luck. That accursed Man-cub had escaped his coils once again. And he was so hungry, too! Then he heard music. Someone was singing nearby. Hadisha and Malia were washing clothes in the river. Hadisha was a girl just entering womanhood, and already she was developing a nicely formed body. Her sister, Malia, was three years older, and more curvaceous. Kaa turned the corner and saw the two Man-village females. He licked his mouth hungrily. These two were larger, meatier meals than that scrawny Man-cub. ...

The starfighter handled easier than you would have expected it to in the atmosphere. Only ten minutes ago did you pick up the enemy craft on your radar. The computer identified the ship as a Red Scout, one of the worst small craft in the alien’s arsenal. The aliens, you think to yourself. The damn aliens, infinately smart and in astounding numbers. It has been twenty years since the war began. Since the first encounter, in which over 25,000 colonists perished as their Colony Cruiser was torn to shreds by enemy fighters, Earth has set up a huge defensive net, able to shoot down any large alien ships coming into their range. Since no large warships were able to break through the net (the aliens tried several times) the aliens did the only logical thing. Using their advanced technology, they shrunk themselves and their warships to very tiny sizes. Until they could find a way to shut Earth’s defensive net down, they would stay like this, infiltrating Earth a bit at a time. ...

In an isolated system, in neutral territory a small, unarmed, Terran scout vehicle drifted alone. Captain Andrea Simmons started to sweep the area with sensors, for lack of anything else to do. There was little else to do other than wait for… what ever was that waited for her. In the beginning Mankind had spread to the stars using the Schleckston jump drive and found nothing. For some time it seemed worthless to even go. Mining was cheaper in Sol system and no prospective colonies had been found. Most systems were just like the one Andrea was in now, empty except for the primary star and some asteroids. But the exploring spirit still survived so scout ships continued to explore the new frontier anyway. ...

It was a warm spring day. Very warm, the kind that reminded one of the heat of July and August, not late April which is was. The huge studio apartment had no A/C, so Sean and Freyr just stripped down to keep comfortable, not that either minded. They’d know each other over the ‘Net for many years and after much planning had finally met. That was the whole purpose of this afternoon; two old friends from the Internet had finally been able to meet and be with each other in-person. ...

The Oil Part 1 I was out jogging when it happened. Where I run there’s a long stretch that’s all straight track, a ditch either side, and sparse woodland beyond that. Some people have commented that its a rapists dream, but those people are fools, you couldn’t hide behind a tree, they’re all too small and anyone who managed it would have a steep bank to climb, they couldn’t jump it, its a meter drop. Anyway, I reached my long stretch, when I picked up an unexpected guest. I didn’t notice the oil on my foot at first, didn’t feel it climb up my trainer wrap around my ankle socks. I didn’t realise it was there until it oozed over my sock and onto my leg. It was warm and black and I of course reached down and tried to brush it off. It stuck to my hand. The ooze was accelerating its climb, it had already covered everything below the knee and I could feel it oozing into my trainers, I managed to get my hand free but it kept growing, working its way over my hand and up my arm. In no time at all, it had covered my leg moved under my shorts, even my underwear and started working from my thigh down on the opposite leg, as it went it drew my clothes with it and began meshing my legs together. In a panic I reached out with my still clean hand and grabbed my shorts, they began to tear so I grabbed them with my other hand, only to find it wouldn’t grip, my fingers had been drawn together, the oil had become near frictionless. Frustrated I soon lost my balance. Oddly the ooze forced my knees to bend, dropping me into a kneeling position instead of landing me on my head. By now both of my legs were locked together, my bottom half naked, the ooze had apparently undone my running shoes and forced off both them and my socks. The oil now focused its attention on working its way up as I shook myself from side to side. Everywhere the ooze touched had turned to warm skin-tight steel. Once the oil had covered my arm up to the shoulder a tendril shot out to grab the main mass, which by now was just below my breasts, and working up my to. It forced my arm to my side and I assume meshed as it had around my legs. With my one arm remaining I began reaching for my shorts, and the small phone I kept in the pocket. I was however far too late, ooze locked my last shoulder, forced my bra (now undone) and top around my neck. As the oil slid down my arm it also meshed with itself against my side. The oil reached my mouth, instead of invading however it formed an ‘o’ ring in my mouth. Oddly it was only at this point that I had lost the option, that I thought of screaming. It coated my nose leaving breathing holes, and was only covered by eyes when I blinked. I felt it coat my scalp, and move along my hair. I lay in this bondage feeling nothing, no sense of motion or gravity, no sound penetrated my prison. I began to take stock and calm down, my chest which had been heaving, relaxed, I noticed that while this oil would not let me move it had no problem with me breathing. I had the sudden desire to scratch my nose. Once I had come to full rest the oil started moving again, creeping into my ear canal, it must have been evacuating the air somehow as there was no build up in pressure. This strange feeling continued for a second or two before it stopped again. It may have been five minutes before I heard it. ‘Hi’ The voice wasn’t a voice, there was no tone no pitch, just words. (I found out later that the oil had been carefully manipulating the muscles in my inner ear) I tried to struggle. ‘Don’t do that, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise, I’m going to explain some things, tell about myself then ask you to stay with me, if you say no, I’ll let you go, ok?’ I relaxed a little, I began to feel the oil moving against my skin, probing at my back rubbing the muscles, the effect was disturbingly pleasant given my circumstances. ‘First I’m not human, I’m the oil surrounding you, which sounds a little weird I know. My race, if you want to call us that are oil based, we are essentially, parasites, we feed off the oils that animals excrete on their skin. We first came into sentience by bonding with humans and have almost a hive mind, our body’s generate electrical signals in the same way your brain does, the major difference is that we can transmit our knowledge through most conductors, albeit with some degradation.’ The rubbing across my back persisted and expanded, soon my head was being massaged. ‘Regardless, we can link our minds and share our knowledge with others. After the first of us bonded with a human and shared sentience with us, we hit upon a moral quandary. Attacking a sentient being and forcing ourselves upon them is wrong we knew it and so we carefully created this system of attack which are now experiencing. You are being attacked by the way and for that I apologise, however it is necessary to my peoples survival.’ The probing moved down my legs. ‘But I’m not going to force you to stay with me, and certainly not in this position. You see, we can and do meld with an accepting human host, we slip within their body and to some degree there mind. By doing this we can change certain things in your makeup, cause your body to react aggressively to infection, your flesh to heal at a greatly accelerated rate, conserve energy, or expend it rapidly to increase temperature. Any number of things become possible.’ I was becoming quite a bit less frightened and rather more aroused by this point. ‘In the human mind we watch your forethoughts, we can improve your recall to near perfection. We basically take over your subconscious for a lot of reasons, mostly it helps us with control over your bodily functions. If you let me stay with you, you’ll rarely need the toilet, since I’ll be redirecting most of your waste fluids to produce more oil for me to consume, you’ll live a lot longer, my last host was over 200 when he finally died, an excellent doctor by the way. I’ll speak directly into your mind and in public I’ll be invisible since I’ll be within you.’ ‘Of course if you don’t want me to ever come out or speak to you, that is an option, I’ll be disappointed but I’ll manage. If you say no, then I’ll let you go right now.’ The ‘o’ ring relaxed and slipped away. I worked my jaw and said ‘I have some questions’ ‘Oh! I’m sorry of course you do! feel free.’ ‘Will it hurt?’ ‘No. Though I should tell you that once we’re together I’ll be able to send electrical charges through some parts of your brain, including your pleasure centres and the parts of your brain that register pain.’ ‘umm. will you actually do that?’ ‘Not if you don’t want me to, we’re very moral creatures.’ ‘what does this melding involve?’ ‘well… I’ll pull you deeper under the earth… oh I forget to mention, your about an inch below the surface now’ I tensed ‘Don’t panic! I have a breathing tube in place and I can draw moisture and nutrients from the soil around us, I can’t digest it myself though, but I can place it directly into your stomach it’ll take about 7 days for the melding to be completed, but I should be in your mind by the third or fourth day. Any allergies I should know about?’ ‘No. I think I’m ready now.’ I couldn’t really bring myself to say it. ‘You’re sure? you don’t have to rush’ ‘Yes, I’m ready.’ ‘Ok, one last thing, I can’t help noticing, you’re quite enjoying this aren’t you?’ ‘Yes’ I breathed it. ‘I can do some things in that regard, if you’ll let me?’ ‘Yes!’ I almost screamed it. The full body massage stopped ‘well then…’ It whispered in my ear ’lets begin’ It started at my mouth a tendril slipped between my lips as the oil pressed against my mouth. It was kissing me! and it wasn’t half bad! The kiss was slow and sensual, as I became short of breath, the tendril retreated, as did the ’lips’, and were replaced shortly by the ‘o’ ring. I felt the oil stroke at my face with non-existent hands, working its way down my body. I felt rings of pressure run around my breasts, slowly working their way up as the hands continued down through the valley between. Sliding along my supple belly, they broke away from each and moved out to my legs. They stroked my thighs gently, the swirling around my breasts continued reaching higher. But so slowly! I longed for something to touch my nipples! The hands moved from my thighs, circling clockwise around body, one became two and they began to alternate between massaging and squeezing my rear. The other climbed to a point just below my naval. It slowly descended, and in perfect symphony, as it hit my aching slit, the pressure around my breasts conquered the summit. Needless to say I exploded in orgasm. The rubbing around my breasts eased off, and the voice whispered in my ear ’not done yet, pet’ I felt lips brush my cheek. The hand stroked my slit gently, as the two hands on my rear ceased their movement and slid between my cheeks. I felt pressure build at both entrances. In tandem, they achieved penetration. I, only just recovering from my last orgasm, came again and again as the oil expanded within me, finding the g-spot and rubbing it. I came and came and came. Eventually I lay exhausted, almost unable to come anymore, the oil eased off, though I still felt movement within me. It seemed to be staying away from sensitive spots. The ‘o’ ring relaxed and it kissed me again before replacing it. ‘You taste unimaginably wonderful, pet.’ It said, I felt a gentle pressure all around me. I sighed contentedly and drifted off to sleep. ...

Whelp! With the thanks of Rodent who helped with spell checking this thing, here is my story. I’m no writer, but it’s not the worst I’ve done. :-) Once upon a time there lived a troll. Now, everyone knows how ugly trolls are with their yellowed, fanged teeth; breath that could knock the pads off a wolf’s paws; head grossly too large for their hairy neck; and hands and feet that ended in blackened, wickedly curved claws. Well, there was one such troll who lived under a wooden bridge that led to a lush grassland, fertile and full of life. But this troll was HUNGRY! It had been months since last he feed. ...

Today Tis is a Japanese school girl. Who knew what she would be tomorrow? You see Tis wasn’t like most people, in fact as far as she knew, she wasn’t like anybody else. And I don’t mean in the ‘you’re special’ kind of way a mother tells her children. When I say Tis wasn’t like most other people I’m referring to her astounding ability to alter all known natural laws. In short Tis was a witch. She didn’t go around offering things to the devil or communing with nature either. She was a witch by the standards of the worse cult classic stereotype ever invented. She simply used magic in anyway she pleased. ...

So there I was. A hot Arizona sun beating down and a whole afternoon full of… nothing. Just me. And my thoughts. Of course the first thing I thought about was sleep. But then that nagging creature-like thought entered my brain and gave me the endorphins I’ve felt under lock and key and knots twisted and tied tightly. Unable to escape, or just waiting for the clock to run out and release me. ...

The Autumn Carnival was coming! Games and rides and acrobats and animals and smoke and mirrors allure between the shadows and the light. Mark and Sara wandered through the attractions, arm in arm, aimless and happy in love. “Come see! Come see! Come see the animal people!” cried a lady, weather-faced, a smile that promising summer days and eyes black as winter’s night. They looked across to the large tent at the edge of the main carnival where she was standing. ...

Prologue: “Sentence to commence immediately. These proceedings are closed.” The gavel rang down with a loud thwack. “All rise,” called the bailiff as the judge stood from his seat at the bench and went off to his chambers. I stood there…lost for any words or thoughts. The Public Defender stood there. Finally he turned to me. “We can appeal this. I’ll get started on it straight away.” “I don’t get it,” I mumbled. “I didn’t do anything. The charges of insurrection are so absurd.” ...

Story continued from Part 7 Part Eight Chapter 15: Training Resumes ‘S’ lay quietly totally encapsulated in latex not one inch of her flesh exposed. ‘So here I am an animate being sealed inside an inanimate covering of my own choosing, latex rubber. The additional bondage of the straps and the tightness of them enhances the feeling of being contained and as such, I am covered and invincible and yet at the same time vulnerable. I am here until my Master releases me; I am in my element both as a slave to my Master as well as to the latex. The feeling of being in total bondage is amazing and the sensations are quite exquisite, it feels as if every nerve end is alive and sending messages to the pleasure centre in my brain. The feeling of being contained within the all covering latex and the all over squeeze of the rubber as it forms an impervious constraining layer is so physically and mentally satisfying. Here I lie in extreme bondage, my mouth filled with a fully inflated latex bladder with breathe through hole allowing me to gain enough air to breath. I can’t move a muscle and yet I am as happy as I could possibly be. I am fulfilled. I am at peace; I want this to go on for ever!’ ‘S’ began her mantra and eventually drifted off to a bondaged dreamless sleep. ...

Chapter 15: Training Resumes ‘S’ lay quietly totally encapsulated in latex not one inch of her flesh exposed. ‘So here I am an animate being sealed inside an inanimate covering of my own choosing, latex rubber. The additional bondage of the straps and the tightness of them enhances the feeling of being contained and as such, I am covered and invincible and yet at the same time vulnerable. I am here until my Master releases me; I am in my element both as a slave to my Master as well as to the latex. The feeling of being in total bondage is amazing and the sensations are quite exquisite, it feels as if every nerve end is alive and sending messages to the pleasure centre in my brain. The feeling of being contained within the all covering latex and the all over squeeze of the rubber as it forms an impervious constraining layer is so physically and mentally satisfying. Here I lie in extreme bondage, my mouth filled with a fully inflated latex bladder with breathe through hole allowing me to gain enough air to breath. I can’t move a muscle and yet I am as happy as I could possibly be. I am fulfilled. I am at peace; I want this to go on for ever!’ ‘S’ began her mantra and eventually drifted off to a bondaged dreamless sleep. ...

Everything was black. “Jerry?” The voice…it wasn’t familiar…it wasn’t someone Jerry could recall hearing before. “Jerry, are you awake?” It took several moments of blinking before the darkness faded, normal vision taking its place. That was wrong…it shouldn’t have taken this long. Even on his worst mornings, Jerry couldn’t recall feeling this wrong. Something didn’t feel right, out of place…like something didn’t belong. It only took a second for him to realize that something was definitely wrong. He wasn’t in his bedroom, the one he had slept in for years. The room….this room he was in was made of what looked like clear glass mingled with white plastic, almost like a hospital room. ...

Gabrielle sat before her vanity doing her eye make up. She wore his favorite like he asked when he e-mailed her earlier in the day. “I’ve got something for you. I’ll be over tonight. You know what to wear.” What to wear were stockings, heels, g-string, and bra…all black. It was simple. It was elegant. And he loved to see her in it. Her whitish complexion looked good in contrast to the black material. Her proud breasts pushed out the bra (with a lee-tle help from a surgeon) and her nipples were just visible below the line of the cup. Her green eyes studied her reflection with relaxed experience as the eyeliner pencil traced ever so gently along her lower eyelids. She put the pencil down, studied her eyes, and when satisfied, picked up her makeup brush. She gave a couple of swipes on each cheek around her pert mouth and then stared at the image. Then at the brush. ...