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Out Of This World Dessert

Sat, 11 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Caroline and I’m the captain of this star ship, that’s on a three year mission to look for new worlds to colonize. My all female crew is five, including myself. We are all married to men and our ages range from 30 to 55. We all miss our husbands, especially me…I miss my Troy. His dark skin, his powerful brown eyes and his beautiful heart. I miss those tender moments in bed with him.

FutureCom's Fantasy Airline

Mon, 06 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Prolog

A thirteen year old boy lives in the suburbs with his family. Their neighborhood has a community pool where the local families often spend their free time. This spring is the first year that mom and dad have let the young boy and his older brother venture to the pool without their supervision. Seeing this as a great leap of freedom, they endeavor to spend every Saturday at the pool that they can.

Food of the Aliens

Fri, 01 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Sensual Robert

In the far future Earth has been at work with the Insectoids, an alien race that lives in the Gamma Ceti star system 10 light years away. The space war has cost 100 million lives and the Earth alliance is on the brink of disaster. Earth and its citizens may have to surrender to the Insectoids, ending mankind’s freedom and the beginning of our enslavement.

A last minute negotiation has ended the war and a truce between Earth and the Insectoids was ratified. The last remaining details must be completed on the Insectoid home world followed by a celebration and special feast.

Violet Lovedoll

Sat, 19 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 8 - The Perfect Toy

“Violet! I’m back.”

I heard the hydraulics of the garage door closing as Master called out. The heavy downpour outside had masked the sound of his return until now. My feet scurried as fast as my precarious stiletto heels would allow. My neck chain jingled noisily as I made my way to the washing room hallway and the entrance from the garage.

Master had just taken off his dress shoes and put them away when I arrived. His eyes were exhausted but smiling as he met mine.

Tackling the Debt

Sat, 04 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part one

Chapter 2 - You, You, Me and Me

“What mistake? You’re making me nervous. Did something happen to my body?”

Matt called me not even one day after I signed my contract with his debt recovery agency. I was thrilled to hear his voice, I wished I could be with him, but it was just not possible. I was using one of his clones, and the law prevented him from providing me with any assistance outside physical maintenance if my borrowed body was damaged. Left to myself, I had to figure out a way to repay my debt.

What's the matter?

Sat, 15 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000

What’s the matter? or The Tugging!

Jane

The ship was ancient, even by The Empire’s standards. Yet more startling than its age, was that it was still active. Its computer systems lived, its air circulated, the hull whole. After millions of years lost, adrift, even the hull should decay due to the very half life of its atoms, but no. The hull was hale and healthy, it even shined with a gleam of newness. Hell, even the lavatory was clean.

Intruder

Sun, 04 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000

SciFi, Alien, BDSM, M/F, Spanking, Bullwhip, Oral, Anal

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = An Intruder takes over Starship Invincible for some BDSM fun.

The Star Council Starship Invincible is exploring the furthest reaches of the galaxy when it encounters a unique lifeform which takes over the bodies of the crew members. The female crew members are bound naked to various BDSM devices. The male crew members are then forced to do what many males would do normally when presented with bound, squirming, extremely turned on females. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * *

The Cargo 6

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(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

The Bait

Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Emma struggled fiercely with her captors but with her arms bound behind her back she simple couldn’t fight her way free of them. A man’s thick arm encircled her throat and started to suffocate her. Stars danced in front of her eyes and her legs went slack beneath her.

“Behave,” he said into her ear.

He didn’t lighten up until she was on the verge of passing out. As last his grip slackened and she gasped for air. Aided by another man, her captor took her by the arm and pulled her out of the van to lead her across a barren parking lot.

Synthia 2

Thu, 09 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Synthia)

Synthia: Part 2

Storycodes:

Waking from the needle prick Synthia had given me was even more difficult than the first time she had put me out. My eyes burned as if they had been sprayed with pepper-spray as I tried to open them under the bright overhead lighting. A deep throb behind my eyes each time I tried to split my lids enough to let them adjust made the climb out of my unconsciousness less appealing with each attempt. My head spun and I felt as if I was in a Gyro-sphere and could not ascertain which way was up and which way was down. My stomach felt woozy.

Ship's Log

Thu, 12 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000

“Captain’s log, March 3, 2278. Ship’s time, 1300 hours. We’ve just left Space Station L17, and it’s good to be back into space and out of those clothes. I can’t see how anyone can stand to have anything covering their bodies, but maybe I’ve been alone in space too long.

“Slave is down in the hold, making sure our cargo is secure. Once done there, she’ll be working to repair a glitch that’s developed in the computer terminal in my quarters. For now, I have no choice but to make this entry sitting at the helm station. Once she’s finished with that, I’ll be settling her in here for the duration of the voyage, thanks to the new items I had installed during our overhaul.

Iron Age

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s note: This story is part of my ‘Star Fleet Survey Service’ series. The first story is Field Survey. If you haven’t read any of the other Star Fleet stories these definitions will help:_

The Great Crash occurred when every computer in the galaxy simultaneously locked up because of a date-time bug in the operating system. This caused an economic, technological, and political collapse that plunged most of the inhabited worlds into chaos, but some managed to avoid this fate. These worlds formed a political union they called the Amalgamation, and as other planets recovered and became sufficiently advanced they were invited to join it.

Computer Glitch

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 00:00:00 +0000

“Damage report!”

Science officer Ronald Woods glanced up from his console. “Minimal damage, Captain,” he reported. “Only one hit, and it doesn’t appear to have done any damage. However, that one hit did strike near where our computer lies closest to the hull. I would like to run a complete diagnostic to ensure the computer is undamaged.”

Captain Rebecca James glanced over her shoulder. “How long will that take?”

“Approximately six hours.”

Rise of the Gaybots

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000

“Well, this is it.” Bradley turns to Jane. “End of the line.”

They are at the conversion facility of the Department of Population Control.

Jane looks up at Bradley.

“We’ll keep in touch, won’t we?”

“I’m sure we can do that, Jane. Even when I’m a gaybot, I’ll still want to know you, share old times before we were changed over. We can be good friends, even if you are a lesbot.”

William & Mary 3

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from William & Mary 2)

Part 3

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t know, Sir. All I can say for sure right now is that the locks weren’t opened with a key. From the interior scraping, I’d say they were picked.”

“But if the locks were picked, why pry one of the plates loose?”

“It wasn’t pried, Sir. From the minute deformations in the chain, ring, and lock, I’d say it was pulled loose. How, I have no idea. That would have taken a lot of strength.”

The Metallisation of Karen

Sat, 03 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Karen, naked, lubes up her double strap-on while Lucy and Claire, who are dressed, watch on. The large buzzing buttplug that fills up her ass had been inserted with difficulty and a little discomfort and distracts her. Still, the Department of Population Control’s Lesbot Conversion Preparation Guide suggests it, as it does the session they are having.

Claire stares at the wearable sex toy. Lucy has the nervous giggles.

“Claire, you’re not naked and Lucy take this more seriously.” Karen had lost the toss and had to go first.

The Making of Lesbot J4n3

Tue, 23 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Jane, on her back, legs in the air, takes small gasps of pleasure as Bradley expertly fills her wet pussy with his enlarged cock. She looks over at the papers on the floor next to the bed. The Department of Population Control had rejected their appeal for a breeding license and the call-up papers for conversion had come with them. This was as it should be. The pig who right at this moment was fucking her had also been fucking their neighbour, Judy. A discreet call to the Department was all it needed. Soon it would be Bradley’s metal ass that would be taking the cock pounding as a gaybot, while she would be reprogrammed as a lesbot. Then she would convert Judy. That would show him. It was a drastic solution, but then Bradley, locked into the body of a gaybot, would never have her or Judy. She’d make a point of partnering Judy, if such a thing was allowed.

Rrafnop

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000

“Lieutenant Daniels, please report to the bridge immediately.”

Sighing, John Daniels rose from his bunk and slipped into his uniform shirt. Turning, he stepped through the door separating the sleeping quarters from the bridge.

“Commander, why bother to use the intercom?” Daniels knew the question was useless, but felt compelled to ask it anyway. “Why not just holler?”

Commander T’Serra glanced toward him, one elegant eyebrow rising slightly. “’Hollering’,” she said in her even tones, “is neither proper procedure, nor is it a logical method of communication. We are approaching out destination. Please take your station.”

First-Hand History 2

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Part Two

“Ok, looks good. Fan out in pairs and get started. I’ll watch for sentries.”

Nodding, the others fanned out silently. Watching them go, Melissa Roberts sighed with relief. On her first, nearly disastrous, trip to Egypt’s past, she’d come alone. This time, she’d brought a team. This meant support, even if it did require a certain loss of modesty.

Glancing down at herself, Melissa shook her head ruefully. In the interest of speed and security, it had been decided to send the team together all at once. With such a large send, the power demand was very nearly at the limits of the system, so in order to reduce demand, the team had been allowed nothing that would increase the mass of the send. Unfortunately, this included clothing. Basically, the entire team had arrived at their destination totally naked.

Wrapped In Time

Fri, 13 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Professor James Kendal stopped dead in his tracks in the laboratory when he saw the time-distortion ellipse begin to form about eight feet in front of him. It been six months since he’d seen the identical anomaly for the very first time right in this very laboratory. The time-displacement machine, his creation, vanished into thin air taking with it Professor Karen Barnes during a test of the machines functions. He thought he would not live to see the formation of the time distortion again. He was glad he was wrong. The professor rushed to the intercom and shouted into it.

First-Hand History

Sun, 02 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000

The glow of torches faintly illuminated the cold stone blocks forming the walls of the empty room. Slowly, the glow increased, until, without fanfare, the torch bearers entered, a pair of dusky beauties wrapped in gossamer robes. As they entered, they separated, moving to the corners, then turning and silently striding to the rear corners. As they did so, four muscular men in loincloths entered, carrying between them a burden that writhed and grunted. A second pair of torch bearers came next, moving to the front corners of the room. Finally, a tall, almost painfully thin man wearing white robes entered.

Spinal Web

Mon, 18 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Anne was closing in on her 18th birthday and she had mixed feelings about it. She was eager and excited to finally enter the realm of Adulthood, but at the same time she was scared; scared since she didn’t have a clue what was going to happen. All she knew was that her Guardian had prepared her for this step all her life and that all her friends that had entered Adulthood simply had disappeared, not to be heard of ever more.

Robot-Dominatrix

Mon, 19 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Robot-dominatrix, The Beginning.

Year 2197 AD.

Towards the end of the twenty-first century, society as we know it has been so modified that death as a punishment for serious crime had been outlawed. I am one of those that should have benefited; I am a serial killer at least in the eyes of society!

I, in my own eyes am a victim turned into a vigilante, at worst I am a seeker of revenge upon those that have used and abused me. I do not try to moralise my position! I will not accept the claim that the people I have killed, each and everyone of them, did not deserve to meet their death.

Julia's First Day on the Pleasure Planet

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Julia turned onto her back and opened her hazel eyes, feeling the satiny sheets clinging warmly to her bare skin. It was morning on Jolan II, the beginning of her first day on the infamous Planet of Pleasure. She stretched out lazily and arched her back, while her firm nipples pressed hard against the silky sheets. The circular bed was three metres across, and it was set into a curved alcove with a wide space around, the mirrored walls tapered inward to reflect the bed, its facets revealing a dozen images of her while above the large mirrored ceiling showed her spreadeagled, abandoned in its centre. Her brown hair lay neat like a helmet protecting her pretty face while the diaphanous material seemed to cling to her body, softly tenting over her erect nipples, revealing the trim luxury of her lissome figure.

Hyperspace

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

It is the year 3219 and a scientific ship is around orbit on a moon that is being slowly sucked into a wormhole. On this ship are two females, Jenna and Tammy. They have been friends since college and all the way through scientific university, now working on their graduation project.

“Tammy, you know we’re going to have to get closer to get some decent readings do you?”

“Yes I know that Jen, but a probe would be destroyed by gravity before it would get into range…”

Cryosuspension

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Captain’s Log, USS Hustler, Stardate 23859.11.15 1500hrs, exited warp space and reanimated crew. Doctor MacHinery reports a system malfunction occurred in Ensign Flannery’s pod when cryogenic suspension was initiated three years ago, see his report in annexe.

…

Report of Doctor William MacHinery, cyborg medical officer.

At 1820hrs Stardate 23829.3.24, Ensign Bridget Flannery entered her cryosuspension pod 1285/16 in readiness for warp jump ordered by the Captain to occur at 1830hrs, and initiated the suspension procedure.

Starfarer

Sat, 27 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I do not endorse intergalactic kidnapping. Do not attempt any of the following. All characters are fictional or possibly somebody you don’t know, so don’t worry about it.

Elizabeth yawned, blinking her eyes in the soft light. She attempted to bring her hand up rub away the remaining sleep from her vision. Still not fully awake, she struggled in confusion when her hand was held in place. Her sense of proprioperception slowly returned, giving her an intrinsic knowledge that her body was lying down, feet shoulder width apart, with her hands at her sides. Struggled more then in increasing anxiety and felt the restraints on her wrists, ankles, thighs – she even felt resistance at each finger, as though metal gloves pinned them down.

Corey's Ancient Tomb

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Take it from me, and how I learned it the hard way. Never time travel. Oh sure, it’s billed as the greatest thing you’ll ever experience, but believe me, it’s a bitch. Nothing quite like going back in time to an ancient civilization to see how things are run, only to suddenly fall into the hands of ancient barbarians who don’t take kindly to visitors from other times. You see, they always, without fail, think people from the future are demons, evil spirits, or all manner of foul things. Utter and complete nonsense of course, but they never listen, are never open to reason. What’s that? You want to hear an example of what can go wrong on one of these trips? Well, it’s not pretty, I assure you. There have been many people who go back in time, only to never return for one reason or another. Most of the time we never find out what happened to them, but occasionally some of their fates are documented. They’re never pretty. What? You still want to know what happens? Well, all right. Since you’re so inquisitive, I’ll tell you the story of Corey. Out of all our customers, his fate is pretty tame compared to some of our other clients. Certainly better then being swallowed whole by a T-Rex, I’ll tell you that. Anyway, it began way in the future. Actually, the present day for him. Here is he, Corey, a man looking for a bit of excitement and fun in his life, seeking that next big thrill to propel him out of the ordinary and into the extraordinary, into the small group of privileged guys who have done the impossible… they’ve traveled through time and come back to brag about it to their friends. Like any other hot-blooded male, he feels challenged by this and wants to show that he’s done it too. Don’t know why, but why is it that males always want to impress each other with these stupid stunts? Ah, never mind. And as it just so happens, Corey’s saved up just enough money to take a trip through time. Sight seeing of course, not to alter it. Corey’s not that stupid. So the day comes when he walks off sniggering at his buddies and heads into the time travel building and applies for a time travel visa. He’s given all these forms to sign, including the one that says if a traveler causes damage to the time space continuum, he’s on his own (with all his money non-refundable of course, and freeing the time travel company from any liability). Anyway, he’s all pissed off at all these damn forms, but slugs through them anyway, gives all the necessary permissions and pays the money. With that done, the guys in charge take him back into the briefing rooms, where he undergoes a day long class on proper time travel procedures and how to act and behave in the past. No interacting with the locals, no letting them know you’re even there, yatta yatta yatta. Real standard boring shit. But to Corey’s credit, he watches and learns, taking lots of notes and pouring over every word. When the day’s classes are done, he’s actually very knowledgeable about time travel procedure and how to do it. Never thought a hot blooded man like him would have it in him if you ask me. Come the next day, they get him ready. Corey’s issued a tight fitting body glove that covers him head to toe, covering every square inch of his body. Because I know you’re curious, these suits are made of a very tight, thick rubbery material that clings to the body. When first put on it’s easy to feel a bit sensual, but it can also be quite frightening if you’re claustrophobic. Yeah… that isn’t very fun. Anyway, not that it mattered to Corey anyway. He did fine, even seemed to enjoy the experience as the suit was put on. If you looked at his eyes through the eyepieces, he seemed to be very excited at what was going on, in more ways then one. His tour guide (all travelers get one) comes in, meets him, and then she’s suited up. But it doesn’t take long before his suit suddenly changed colors from default black to a near transparency of the surrounding room. You see, that’s the real treat about these suits… they’re designed to act as active camouflage, constantly bending and refracting light to make the wearer almost completely invisible. That’s why it has to cover your entire body, to make sure that all of you is kept out of sight. It was quite a thing for him to see how he was almost completely invisible. Even seemed to get a kick out of moving his limbs around and barely being able to see them. But his guide was impatient and eager to get going. For she wasn’t one who liked being sealed up in the suits for long periods of time… she was a bit claustrophobic (remember this, it’s important). When all was said and done, there was little left to do except take the time travel controllers. Each device, when activated, would allow Corey and his guide to travel back in time, but with a catch. After each use, the device had to be recharged for a minimum of half an hour before it could be used again. Not exactly safe, I know, but that’s as far as we’ve gotten with this kind of technology, especially since it takes a long time for the time space continuum to close up after each warp. With controllers in hand, the two mounted a small hover platform, which they would ride while in the past, so as not to leave footprints or any trace that they had ever been there. And like their suits, it was also made out of invisibility technology. Every conceivable precaution to ensure the two wouldn’t be seen, every precaution taken to ensure safety and no disruption of the time space continuum. Can you guess how long it took for things to go horribly wrong? Corey had one destination in mind when he had signed up for the expedition. Out of all the times in history to explore, he had chosen to go to… surprise, surprise… ancient Egypt. Land of the pharaohs. Why so many people are obsessed with that era I have no idea, but Corey was the latest to go back in time for a visit. And with two presses of a button, he and his guide were off. One quick and somewhat nauseating trip though time and worm holes later, and they emerged into the desert near the pyramids, still pristine and shiny in the hot afternoon sun. It only took a few seconds for their suits and the platform to sense and adjust their transparency accordingly, rendering them nearly invisible amongst the sand and heat. ‘Almost’ being the key word. For as luck, or maybe fate, I don’t know, would have it, the two land in the path of a chariot out for an afternoon drive. While they had faded into invisibility before being spotted, Corey had failed to hover far enough into the air to avoid a collision with the horses. And as you can guess, there’s a big collision. Horses tumble, rider gets knocked off the chariot and Corey and his guide get thrown into the sand, loosing their grips on the time travel controllers, which go flying into the sand. But with the sudden shock of being hit, the active camouflage in their suits quickly fizzle out, leaving both of them standing in the hot desert sealed in black rubber suits. Then, to make things even worse, ancient bodyguards come running over the ridge at that moment, spears, swords and shields raised. “Did we hit someone important?” Corey asks. “Apparently so.” His guide says, realizing that they’re in deep shit. Turns out she’s right. Corey and his guide try to flee, but it’s too late. Besides, running in black rubber in temperatures over 100 degrees is bound to tire out people fast. Doubly fast if they’re in black rubber. It’s only a few seconds before they’re tackled. Corey and his guide aren’t killed, but they are forced into the sand, where their hands are forced behind their backs and tied up in thick rope, the same happening to their ankles. “Hey, wait! I can explain!” Corey shouts in fear as his ankles are tied together. But of course, these guys don’t understand English. Only a few seconds pass before the high tech travelers from the future are bound and helpless. So much for high technology, eh? I mean, they’re tied up with ropes and are suddenly helpless! If anything, I think that set a new record for the shortest accident free trip in the history of the company. So what happens next you say? Well, the two are carried and put onto chariots and driven back to the royal palace, struggling all the way, but aware of one very important fact… their time travel controllers are gone, lost somewhere in the sand. They’re also aware of the fact that finding them again is very, very unlikely. You getting an idea on how this is going? Well, anyway, the convoy goes just slow enough so that they arrive at the capital at nightfall. (I’m not sure, but apparently the court officials didn’t want the public to see the two rubber aliens in their midst). It’s here that irony plays it’s hand, for while he’s a prisoner, Corey’s original goal in this trip is fulfilled. He gets to see the capital city of ancient Egypt up close and personal while being wheeled towards what is very likely going to be an unpleasant fate. His guide almost asks how he likes Egypt… but she holds off. After all, she’s in the same situation too, and doesn’t think that now is the time for sightseeing. Once reaching the palace, the two are unloaded off the chariots, forced onto the ground and untied, only to have steel shackles locked around their ankles and wrists. Even more so then the ropes, these make sure the two aren’t going anywhere in a hurry. And as if that wasn’t enough, heavy iron collars go around their necks. Both are panicking, but Corey seems to hold up better then his guide, who’s fighting and thrashing against her restraints. Even as the iron collar is locked tightly around his throat, he manages to stay on his feet, something his guide can’t manage. She was having a complete nervous breakdown. Apparently, the Egyptians didn’t know what to think of these two strange intruders, but they weren’t taking any chances whatsoever. The next few days are quite stressful for the two of them, but I’ll spare you the details. It’s just a lot of being chained up in the dungeons, being looked over by the officials and being given angry glares by pretty much everybody. At first neither Corey or his guide know why, but they do talk about it over the radio when they have a few moments alone. Most likely to do with the person they hit in the chariot, they eventually decide. It won’t be long before they find out that they’re right. During that time, Corey’s guide tries to get a connection back to the modern day to get help. But unfortunately, that attempt doesn’t work. Either the transmitter can’t get through the continuum, maybe the receivers aren’t working, or even more sinister, perhaps the corporation won’t answer, doesn’t want to get any evidence on it’s hands that it knew customers were in trouble and that it failed to rescue them. Plausible deniability perhaps, but who knows? With big corporations, anything can and does happen. Not a happy thought. Well, the next few days are a blur, with both being led around to various court officials, examined like cattle. Humiliating and degrading, but there’s not a whole lot Corey and the guide can do about it. They’re restrained at all times and trailed by guards with spears. Bored guards as well, seeing as how they seemed to be itching for a chance to use the two for target practice. One night the two are in the dungeons, talking with each other over the radios. “You doing okay?” Corey asks. “Not really.” “You afraid we’re going to die?” “Yes. But my skin is getting itchy in this suit.” She tries to rub her body against the concrete wall. “I need a shower.” Corey rubs against the wall as well, trying to get of the irritating itch on his back, and his buttocks as well. Though the travel suits are high tech and can allow their wearers to remain inside for days at a time, it’s not designed so that they can stay inside forever. And going to the bathroom? Well, let’s not talk about that. “You been able to get through back to our time?” Corey asks. “I’ve been trying, but no luck yet. But they should answer us eventually… I don’t know why they haven’t yet.” Silence at that. Though it’s not spoken, both are keenly aware that they’ve altered time and history. Hitting somebody is one thing, but no records have ever been found regarding strange black suited figures in ancient Egypt. Their simple presence here after being discovered has no doubt altered the fabric of history. Who knows what the consequences could be? At that, the doors open up and about twelve guards walk in, along with several priests, one of whom pulls out a scroll and starts to talk. “You have any idea what he’s saying?” Corey asks. “Not a clue.” His guide replies. That surprises him. “I thought you were a tour guide!” “Yeah, but I’m just to make sure that clients don’t screw around and mess things up! I’m not supposed to go back in time and get captured by ancient dead people!” Groaning in frustration, Corey listens closely to the priest’s babbling. One thing is clear. Whatever he’s talking about, it’s clearly not good. That would explain the angry look on his face and the angry tone in his voice. After the priest stops talking, the two are unlocked from the dungeon wall, dragged outside the palace and thrown into chariots, which then take off into the night. “Well, this can’t be good.” Corey says through the radio. His guide isn’t amused. “Oh shut up! Of course it’s not good! We’re probably going to be taken somewhere to be executed!” Oh, what tangled words are weaved in such irony! Anyway, to continue… They get driven out into the desert for about an hour, until the small convoy reaches a small mountain range, where the chariots drive into the clefts, heading deep into the mountains before arriving at a small, hidden doorway carved into the mountains, and quite recently judging by all the sculptors and buildings bustling around it like bees. As the two are unloaded from the chariots and dragged towards the door, both of them have that deep gut feeling that this can’t possibly be good. Not at all. They’re taken down the stairs and through the door, heading down a long tunnel until they reach a large and elaborate room being filled with all manner of treasures and riches beyond anyone’s wildest dreams, gold upon gold, gilded chairs and elaborate statues. It’s a room fit for a king… but with that large sarcophagus being built, it’s clear that this room is a tomb. “Wait a minute…” Corey says fearfully. “I know this place.” “You do? Have you come through here before?” His guide says sarcastically, trying to cover up her own insecurities. As it turns out, she recognizes this place too. They both recognize the ornaments, the gold, the sarcophagus, even the layout of the place. This is none other then the tomb of King Tut, the boy king. It doesn’t take long for the two to realize that that was the person they had hit upon arriving here in Egypt. And the only reason they’re building a tomb is because he died. Yeah… things are that bad. Tut’s tomb isn’t destined to be found in thousands of years. But during that time, it turns out that Tut won’t go to his grave alone, for there’s another room in the very back of the tomb, just recently carved out of the rock at great haste. This is a side grave, very small, just big enough for two coffins. You know all those stories of people being buried alive throughout history? You ever notice how frequently those stories seem to center around ancient Egypt? As it turns out, court officials seem to love doing this to those who displease them… and especially to those who kill their kings. It only takes Corey and his guide a few moments to realize what this is what their fate is going to be, especially when lots of guards come inside carrying boxes upon boxes of funeral bandages. And you can probably guess what happens next. They’re forced onto the ground, shackles unlocked, and guards grabbing their limbs and stretching them out. Panicked scream and shouting fill the air as Corey and his guide are mummified alive, wrapped head to toe in those funeral bandages, rubber suits and all (the guards try cutting them off, but when that fails they just wrap over them). There’s no ripping the brains out or removing the organs, but that doesn’t mean it’s any less painful… the guards make sure that the two are going to be real sore, taking care to wrap their legs and arms excruciatingly tightly, going so far as to force arms behind their backs in an armbar position and wrapping them there. Despite the hopelessness of their situation (there’s really no chance to escape with all the guards around), Corey and his guide still fight, fighting for everything their worth, knowing that if they get wrapped, it means death. It’s a defiant gesture, but ultimately helpless one, but then again, one’s instincts override reason in times of stress. For Corey, the process is especially horrifying. Here he was, a guy who had gone back in time to impress his friends, and now here he was, being mummified alive. The bandages come over and over again, sealing him inside his cocoon, each layer of wrappings making it harder and harder to struggle and fight. He can’t feel the bandages through the rubber bodysuit, but he feels the restriction, the binding, the force that slowly but surely immobilizes him, ensuring that each successive struggle gets weaker and weaker. It doesn’t help that while the two are being wrapped, two coffins are being made right next to them. Occasionally the coffin makers will come over and observe the bodies of the two captives, make a note or two, then go over and make the necessary corrections on the coffins. Can’t make them too big, after all. As if to further add to the horror, Corey and his guide can still talk with their radios. But there are no words this time, no sarcasm, no words of support. They just hear each other struggling, but Corey is especially scared to her his guide panicking utterly. She’s fighting and squirming to try and escape the bandages that are imprisoning her, so consumed by her own fear that she doesn’t even seem to notice anyone else, much less Corey. Despite the two fighting and struggling, the outcome of this execution is all but inevitable. After half an hour the layers of bandages are so thick that movement is now all but impossible. Both Corey and his guide’s faces have long since been covered over, sealing them in darkness, possibly forever. At that point, there is no way that Corey or his guide can get out on their own. And with each passing second, escape seems less and less of a reality and more of a desperate fantasy. Sealed inside his double cocoon of rubber and bandages, Corey can’t move, can’t hear anything but the sound of his own labored breathing, his frantically pounding heart, and his frantic gasps as he struggles not to completely loose his mind at the thought of being entombed alive forever in the Egyptian desert, never to escape. He can also hear the sound of his guide, now sobbing and weeping, rocking back and forth inside her wrappings as she’s picked up and carried over towards one of the coffins. Remember what I said earlier about her being claustrophobic? Well, that made her mummification almost unbearable, but being sealed into a coffin just pushes her over the edge into insanity. And then Corey feels himself being picked up too, carried to his own coffin, squirming helplessly. The touch of wood against his wrappings is bone chilling as he’s lowered inside. Inside the coffin, feeling the wooden surfaces surrounding him, Corey tries once more to fight his way free, but it’s a futile effort. He knows it’s useless, but at this point he can’t just lie back helplessly and surrender to fate. Even if he’s going to never escape, he can at least go out fighting. But amongst all the struggling, he can hear something outside of his cocoon… the sound of a wooden lid being lowered onto his coffin, and then the sound of nails being hammered into the wood hard and fast, locking his body inside this tiny prison from which there may never be any escape. The words drive themselves into his brain with each beat of the hammer… no escape… no release… Ever. When the nailing is complete, the two coffins, containing the two living mummies, are lifted and carried one after the other into the room and stacked on top of one another. And when that’s done, it’s on to the inevitable, final, and irreversible step. Within their tiny worlds, neither of the tomb’s occupants can see as the guards leave the room and extinguish the torches, nor can they see as bricks and mortar are carried over and began to be put in place, slowly walling up the room one by one, stone by stone, by single stone. But they can feel it. Through the ground they can feel as each massive brick is put into place and then sealed in place. And with that comes the horrible realization that this is really happening… that this is their tomb, where they will spend eternity, forever sealed within these boxes, ending their lives centuries before they were even born, forever King Tut’s prisoners, sealed inside this crypt. Perhaps in thousands of years, when King Tut’s tomb is discovered, this small grave off to the side will be discovered as well. They’ll break away that thick wall, find these two coffins inside and open them to discover bandage wrapped rubber bodies inside. Or they may never find them… for after all, Tut’s tomb had been found and excavated for years, and the small room had never been found. But even if it’s found then, it’s going to be too late. In fact, the two might not even be in there. Heck, the room may not even exist. If we’re lucky, the company will discover that something’s wrong and will come and rescue us. I certainly hope so… I know I’m loosing my mind… I might have even lost it already! I mean, we accidentally killed Tut and now we’ve been buried alive! So that’s my story… I’m sending this message out into time and space in the hopes that it lands on something… a computer maybe, so that somebody can find out what happened to us and then send help. I know this all sounds nuts, but you have to believe me, being buried alive can do a lot to your mind! I can hear Corey’s mummy sobbing in his coffin, no doubt from realizing that this is quite possibly where we end our journey and I don’t blame him. After all, he’s just another guy who wanted to impress his buddies… but if I ever get out of here, I swear I’m never going to be time travel tour guide again!

Space Burial

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000

This is what the future of humanity is like. After centuries of war, pollution and sucking away the planet’s resources, humanity eventually came to the realization that they had killed their planet. With nothing left, and everything to loose, they could no longer stay on earth. Steps had to be taken to ensure the survival of the human race. So, with all the technology and resources available, mankind’s greatest minds worked to devise a solution to save humanity. The solution was surprisingly simple, yet daunting. If humanity was going to survive, it needed to leave earth. Spaceships were designed, constructed, and built. Entire fleets sprung up within a few years while humanity tried to prepare for the journey, as well as the difficult task of selecting who would be privelaged enough to head into the stars. Five years after humanity’s salvation began, it was ready. A fleet of thirty starships, the biggest ever built, were sent out into the cosmos towards the planets found most likely to sustain life. Many were dozens of years away, some hundreds. But they had to be reached, no matter the cost. The ships departed, carrying with them a third of humanity. That was a year ago…and you were one of the ones fortunate enough to have a place on them. Yet space travel is not without its hazards. In addition to the problems of meteorites, asteroids, and all manner of space debris, there’s also the human factor. For every single person on board your ship has to stay awake during this journey. Suspended animation, such a common staple in science fiction stories, was not developed in time for the journey. There is no sleeping away at the trip, no lying down and waking up decades later to find that you’ve arrived at Quaxon twenty six in the Myda quadrant. No, you have to go through the days waking and sleeping. This led to problems. When confined to a relatively small space, humans will inevitably, no matter how hard they try to avoid it, be at each others throats. Conflicts will develop, tempers will flare, and people will be pushed to their limit and beyond. But that’s not the biggest problem facing your fellow passengers on this trip. No, the biggest problem is even greater. Sex. With little else to do to pass the time, sex is a favorite past time among space travelers. But the greatest law on board is that no unauthorized babies may be born. Space is a premium on board the ship, and even with recycling technologies, there simply is not enough resources to support hundreds of new lives. A dozen or so each year, but no more. Needless to say however, there would be some who will ignore this rule, or will be so obsessed with having a family that they will have babies and try to raise them in secret. Or they’ll just be so overcome with lust that they ignore the consequences of their actions. And the consequences are grave indeed. There is a reason why having an illegal baby is perhaps the greatest crime one can commit on this ship. That and murder, but murder has the unexpected advantage of freeing up more room and more resources. Babies, if too many are born, can lead to starvation and death for everyone else. That is why the crime of unauthorized births carries with it the greatest punishment. Space burial. That is what you are watching right now, standing in a hallway with eyes looking over a display screen. This is a ship wide event, and all are required to watch. The authorities do this as a warning to others, lest they be tempted to commit the same crime. It’s hard for you to watch the screen, because you know the two people being led in. Their names are Justi and Ted, dressed in standard issue spandex body gloves. Barely in their mid twenties, they’re some of the youngest passengers on board. Understandably, they look terribly frightened, eyes darting around the room. You wonder how they could be so stupid, so foolish. Hormones perhaps…perhaps their lust for each other was so great that they figured they couldn’t get caught if the hid the whole thing carefully. But they were wrong. No matter how hard you try to hide things on this ship, they will inevitably be found. Especially if it’s a squalling baby. The two captives are forced into the center of the room as the rulers of the ship come on screen, read the charges against them. Illegally conceiving a child, failing to report it to the authorities, keeping it hidden. All extremely serious charges, and the two know it. That’s why they’re shaking so much, because they know what awaits them. The baby, it is said, will be kept, since it is too late to abort it. But for it to take its place on board the ship, two people will have to be sacrificed to make room. With that, Justi and Ted are found guilty of their crimes and given their punishment…a sentence of space burial, to be carried out immediately. Justi weeps as she’s forced towards the center of the room and locked into shackles, leaving her dangling from the ceiling. Ted is forced there as well, locked beside his lover. They struggle against the shackles, try to slip loose, trying to avoid the fate chosen for them. From the other side of the room, two of the ships embalmers walk over, assistants wheeling huge crates behind them. Reaching the captives, the embalmers reach in and pull out huge rolls of silver bandages. These will be used to wrap up the captives and mummify them. Quickly shackling the ankles of the captives to the floor, the procedure begins. The embalmers walk around Ted and Justi again and again, wrapping the bandages around their squirming bodies, wrapping each one as tightly as they can, squeezing and compressing the bodies beneath. Justi is crying, weeping, pleading as she’s mummified, the bandages covering her spandex suit, forcing her legs together, encasing her breasts. But there will be no mercy, no reprive. She will have to endure the punishment for her crime. Ted isn’t fighting as much. He knows it’s hopeless, so he goes limp, allowing the embalmers to do their work. When the bandaging reaches the ankles, the shackles are released. Justi is fighting, but with her legs wrapped together, there is nothing she can do as her feet are wrapped as well. The procedure continues. Within ten minutes, feet, legs, chest, upper torso, neck, and arms are all wrapped up in the silver bandages, leaving two mummies dangling from the ceiling. Justi is looking herself over in a panic, trying to fight and escape her encasement. Ted too is fighting, but he knows it’s hopeless. Their hands are unshackled. Guards prop the two up as their arms are forced to their sides and wrapped, sealing them in place and rendering them useless. That really freaks out Justi, who’s screaming and pleading, trying to get away. But it’s almost over. The bandages are now wound around their heads. Slowly but steadily, making sure that each wrap is tight and compressing. Several bandages are forced into their mouths. Justi screams as she’s packed. Ted just opens his mouth and lets them do it. Then more bandages are wound from the top of the skull underneath the jaw, forcing their mouths shut, reducing Justi’s screams to a barely audible mumble. Eventually the bandages cover their mouths, noises and reach the eyes. You’ve only seen a few of these burials before, but this is always the hardest part. The eyes are always the last things to be covered and wrapped, and it’s the last you ever see of the human trapped within those gruesome cocoons. The cameras broadcasting the scene to the entire ship give you a very clear look at Justi and Ted’s eyes as they are covered. Here, more then any other stage of the procedure, the terror of their situation can be seen as their eyes widen, trying to take in as much as possible, for both know that the last things they will ever see is the embalming room, and the cameras recording their mummification. Then their eyes, so full of fear, are covered. Wrapped over. Sealed away forever. They are no longer people. They are now sealed inside silver cocoons, turned into helpless mummies. But there are signs of the people inside those wrappings, movement, struggles, wiggling. That’s why the embalmers wrap them up inside another layer. And then another…and another. You watch the screen as ten more layers of silver bandages are wound around the mummies of Ted and Justi, sealing them in even tighter. When it’s done, neither mummy moves, wiggles, or squirms. The punishment is almost complete. But there is still more to come. The mummies are held up as an extra large casket is rolled into the room. Normally the dead are simply pushed out of the ship’s airlock, but these two will, ironically, be given a privilege. They will have the honor of a casket burial. They are picked up and lowered into the casket, lying side by side. The camera changes angles so that it’s right above the casket looking down. You look closely, but you can’t see any movement from the glistening silver mummies inside. Perhaps one ever-so faint wiggle from Justi, but even that you can’t be sure of. In any case, the guards come over and strap the two down, immobilizing them. Needles and punched in through the wrappings, tubes hooked up and controls set. Then the lid is placed onto the casket and sealed, a faint hiss of gas coming out of the casket as it is made airtight. The final settings are made. Airflow is turned on, along with nutrients and a special solution to stop solid and liquid waste. An air recycler is activated. With all preparations complete, all that is left is the burial itself. As the stainless steel casket is wheeled out of the room and down the corridors, the screen displays information about the punishment the two will now endure. You’ve read it before, for everyone was briefed when this trip began and this part in particular was stressed more so then anything else. The punishment of space burial is harsh, draconian even. You’ve never agreed with it because it just seems too harsh. But, earth’s leaders said, with the survival of the human race at stake, sometimes desperate measures are needed to ensure that it will continue…including very, very harsh punishments. Justi and Ted will be taken to the airlock and their casket will be ejected into space. There, they will be left to drift through space, life support systems keeping them alive, ensuring that they will have time to ponder their horrifying fate as they drift through space for eternity, mummified and with no hope of escape or rescue. With the vastness of space it is very likely that they will never, ever be seen again by humans or any other species that inhabits the cosmos. Perhaps by some random chance they will crash into a planet, plunge into a black hole, or fall into a sun. If so, then they’ll be very, very lucky. Otherwise, they’ll live for decades…perhaps even centuries, sustained by the life support system. Either way, this is their punishment. An eternity spent mummified and alone in space…a harsh example to others not to jeopardize the future of their species. The camera switches angles again, now inside the airlock. Justi and Ted’s casket lies inside. A few moments pass, then the door is opened. All air is sucked out, taking the casket with it. Switching angles again, the camera tracks the casket as it spins head over heels, spinning out into the void of space. At first the casket is easily seen, but as it drifts further and further away it becomes harder and harder to keep track of. Then it’s little more then a tiny silver speck. And then…it’s gone. The screen fades to black. The sentence has been carried out. For you and everyone else on the ship, the journey to Quaxon twenty six continues. For Justi and Ted, their punishment has begun. You walk away from the screen, shaking your head at the stupidity of the two. A few minutes of lust and sex and now they’re gone, buried alive in space. But perhaps they deserve to be remembered with pity. After all, they were just like everyone else here. Human…fallible. Capable of making mistakes and learning from them. Perhaps they do deserve to be remembered with pity. You hope so…because you hope that when the authorities find out that your girlfriend is illegally pregnant, they’ll take pity on you both.

Pamela and the Alien

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Pamela was moving through the disabled Mauerelli ship. It was a small freighter with a crew of about 20. The Mauerelli are a tall thin wiry race whose similar anatomy to humans made it easy for Pam to get through the passages to conduct salvage operations.

The lights were dim as expected after an energy core shut down. With the engines off line there was barely enough power to keep life support operational. There was still no sign of the crew. While that bothered Pam she realized that it wasn’t uncommon for the Mauerelli to abandon a ship at the slightest hint of damage. She used her flashlight to navigate through the narrow passageways.

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.

The Christmas Robot

Fri, 15 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Machines and humans have always fought and always will, from the earliest days when steam engines refused to go forwards, through the days when PCs refused to boot up, to today when robots insist on obeying commands literally. This is the story of one such battle, a young woman’s struggle to circumvent a machine’s internal limitations.

The robot was a Christmas present to herself. Its cost represented most of her savings but Quintessa was depressed and felt she deserved some pleasure in life. The only other present she received that Christmas was a bottle of inexpensive perfume from one of her coworkers.

Doctor Forever

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Conversation died down as Dr Rialdi began his speech. He slid out the folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket and placed it on the podium. He rested his reading glasses on his nose and unfolded the piece of paper which he had written his speech on.

“Ladies and gentleman you are here today to witness the greatest invention of our century. It will revolutionise our lives as Automobiles and Televisions have in the past.”

Doctor Forever

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

“Ladies and gentleman you are here today to witness the greatest invention of our century. It will revolutionise our lives as Automobiles and Televisions have in the past.”

Tentacles!

Sun, 07 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Tentacles! by Enclosed Lady – enclosedlady (at) yahoo (dot) com

A chemical female scientist tested her new rubber experience to enclose her ex-submissive girlfriend. During the process, the female meet some tormenting uninvited guests….

Year 2083 - at 17:00 Paula entered the elevator in secret military base. Meters below the surface, the doors opened revealing a long metallic corridor, a scenario only seen in science fiction movies. The steps of Paula echoed through the hall until she stopped in front of a large metal door passing her authorization card and password to open it. Inside, the laboratory was very advanced with huge equipments, computers and chemical liquids. Paula was proud of being the Chief of Bio-chemical research for the government, a position she achieved after a quick relationship with another woman, in the Administration Boarder. Something of course, she wanted out of her records and she knew exactly how…

Natalie

Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Natalie announced her arrival to Meyer in time for him to unlock the door before she had to wait. He’s always so polite, she thought and considerate too. Natalie thought it strange that Meyer did not get up when she entered the tiny room as he usually did. The tall dark man- well they all were, here, weren’t they? - remained seated, connected to the Sanctuary’s hard-wire systems. He must be pre-occupied with something, she supposed.

Natalie 2

Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part one

…Meyer said nothing, trying to gather his thoughts and collect his fleeting feelings, too stunned that such a lovely and intelligent lady would be interested in him.

Natalie tried to transmit her feelings, she wanted to let him know how she felt, but did not know how, without possibly scaring him off. She sensed his timidity and could understand how he felt. She felt herself out on a very thin branch and was scared to go further.

"Latex Is a Girl's Best Friend"

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

When my equilibrium finally corrected itself, I smiled in satisfaction. It worked. I’d arrived at the correct time and place. One hundred years into the past takes a lot out of a young man, especially when working with prototype equipment. But perhaps the university will forgive my borrowing of fledgling technology to fulfill a personal fetishistic quest.

I slipped from the corner I’d silently materialized in, and made my way through the people on the movie set, wondering at my surroundings. It was a far different cry from my own era. I moved about unnoticed, inconspicuous in the trench coat and fedora hat I wore, a style that matched those of the men of the time. No one even noticed the overly wide case I carried, thinking me just another extra on the movie set carrying props.

Jenka's Kidnapping

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Sabina padded along the open deck, staring out through the plexi-steel windows into space. Mistress had decided they needed to go visit some friends far away, and this space station made a nice stopping off point along the way. Her face felt a little warm still, Mistress had not picked Sabina an outfit that allowed much in the way of modesty. Along with the wide heavy latex collar, that marked Sabina as Jenka’s personal property, there was a tiny skirt. The pleated red plaid skirt barely covered her ass at all, and the gleaming white satin panties only seemed to make things worse. The tight satin seemed to catch the light and draw eyes every time her skirt moved. A tight latex armbinder encased her arms, its smooth surface reflected the warm lights. Keeping her arms helplessly pressed together and folded up behind her back.

Jenka's Kidnapping 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping)_

Part 2

Jenka stumbled slightly, it was not easy negotiating steps while blindfolded. Her ears perked hearing the muffled squeals of a familiar voice. Someone was playing with her slave, and none to gently from the sound of it. A sharp swish CRACK, a padding no doubt. Jenka tensed slightly, no one punished her slave but her.

Sabina squealed into the thick cock gag. The tiny t shirt was pushed up behind her head. Legs spread wide and chained to the floor. The satin panties were soaked with arousal as the huge minotaur brought the leather covered paddle down against her little ass for the tenth time. Mewing out and sobbing, her little ass burned with an intense fiery ache. Eyes widening as Jenka was led inside by their captors. She looked unbearably sexy, those huge firm breasts, made impossibly bigger by the bondage of her arms. The subtle tension on her body, Sabina screamed out. Her staring interrupted by another paddle swat. Mewing and squirming as the minotaur held her hair twined around his fingers. Dropping the paddle on the floor.

Jenka's Kidnapping 3

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping 2)_

Part 3

Jenka moaned softly through the ring gag, her muscular sleek thighs tensed, trembling. She had been removed from the tub some time ago, separated from sabina and brought here. She had no idea where here was, but it had a bed, a soft bed covered with sleek latex sheeting. Her captors had strapped her shorts off and added a TIGHT leather corset. Cinching down her already narrow waist until breathing became difficult. Forced down onto the bed her wrists had been un-bound. Arms cramped and weak from hours of bondage she had no chance of fighting as the bound her arms to the foot board

Jenka's Kidnapping 4

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping 3)_

Part 4

Huge hands yanked the tight latex discipline hood over sabina’s head. Other hands yanked the matching gleaming black corset tighter and tighter. Struggling to breath through the ring gag she moaned helplessly. The hands kept roaming as the voices around her called out suggestions. her tail flicked rapidly side to side, knees trembling. Tight little ass rounded back as a thick finger, slick with her own arousal, slid deep into her little bottom.

Jenka's Kidnapping 5

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping 4)_

Part 5

Jenka shuddered as she felt Dynotaku’s thick fingers caress across her flat stomach. Growling through the ring gag she tried to pretend his touch didn’t feel marvelous. Her fingers curled into fists as the leather straps pinning her to the bed creaked in protest. Damn him, why did he have to be so good at this. Where her captors had used simple persistence to arouse her Dynotaku was much more subtle. Making her yearn for every touch. She could see that damn smirk on his face as well.

Jenka's Kidnapping 6

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping 5)

Part 6

As the drugged ale began to to its job, Jenka was struggling in the other room. The three had become six by the time Dynotaku had returned. The one inside her now was huge, and she was so sensitive and sore. How in hades does sabina take this kind of abuse, Jenka wondered. Her sleek form arched against the straps as a ragged scream of ache and pleasure ripped free. Her body forced to respond against her own will.

Synthia

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Synthia: Part 1

Jay decided he would hit the club as it was Saturday night and he hadn’t anything better to do. He liked the music, dancing, and atmosphere of the Gee-Spot and tried to go as often as possible, though, he usually left depressed, lonely, and drunk. Jay hoped tonight would be different but he wasn’t willing to lay a wager on it.

Jay was an OK looking gent that would never be known as a ‘Lady Killer’ without actually becoming a serial killer that preyed on women. He didn’t have the ‘Tall’ part down at the height of 5’ 7”; the ‘Dark’ eluded him due to the strawberry-blonde follicles which grew from every part of his body hair normally grew; and, the ‘Handsome’; well, only the girls that thought Ron Howard was hot would find him equally attractive, as, he could almost be his doppelgänger; only Jay was much younger and looked like the Ron Howard who played Richie and Happy Days.

The Cargo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Cast

The Cargo - Part One

Sabina was a human, a very rare thing in these parts. That alone drew looks as she made her way through the spaceport. As if her heritage was not enough for the various eyes of various morphic types her uniform certainly helped. Skintight latex, white with pink highlights conformed almost obscenely to her athletic yet well-curved petite body. The gleaming zipper that ran the length of her torso, even to the point of wrapping under her body more then necessary, gleamed and caught the light. Currently it was pulled down a bit farther than modest, exposing the full cleavage of her not quite C cup breasts.

The Cargo 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Cargo)_

Cast

_back to part one

The Cargo 3

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Cargo 2)_

Cast

_back to part two

The Cargo 4

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Cargo 3)_

Cast

_back to part three

The Cargo 5

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Cargo 4)_

Cast

_back to part four

William & Mary

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Hello, Conrad. What brings you here today?”

Conrad Stodt, head of security for Earth Defense Intelligence, smiled tiredly as he shook William McDonald’s hand. “We need to talk, my friend,” he said simply.

Nodding, William led the way into the house. As he followed, Conrad watched the play in his host’s arms as he maneuvered the wheelchair around obstacles.

“When are you going to get a real chair?”

William smiled. “This one is real,” he replied. “Besides, it’s good exercise. Care to arm wrestle?”

William & Mary 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from William & Mary)_

Part 2

“Incoming message from Henry Wills.”

Conrad Stodt frowned. Wills was head of security for Generosity Station. A veteran of the American CIA before Unification, Wills had never seemed comfortable serving under the leadership of a former BND officer. Still, he had adapted to the changing face of security, unlike so many others, rising quickly to his own position of authority.

“Chief?”

Conrad shook away the thoughts. “Yes, Susan, put him through.”