Abrank on Utopia Stories Library

Aliens

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

Chapter 1: The Barbeque

I was surrounded by dozens of aliens. I could tell they were aliens by the shape of their heads and by their language. I felt very nervous, almost claustrophobic, even though we were at an outdoor barbeque. I edged closer to my protector. One of the male aliens spoke to me, but I couldn’t understand him. I had been instructed not to upset them, so I smiled and nodded as if I agreed with him.

Fantasy and Fate

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

Author's Note: If you never act to realize a fantasy it will never happen, if you do you may be surprised.

1. Advertising

Justin’s home was a mess; he seldom put things away, he only washed dishes when there were no clean ones left, and he only picked up his dirty laundry and washed it when he had nothing left to wear. Perhaps this was in reaction to his upbringing; his parents had been neat freaks; their house was always dusted and clean and everything put tidily away in its proper place.

My First Handcuffs

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

The events related in this story took place before the Internet made the acquisition of bondage items so incredibly easy. In those sad dark days, bondage aficionados were mostly uninformed, isolated and guilt ridden.

The sight of the handcuffs, lying closed in the middle of the flea market table, induced an instant reaction. My throat went dry and I was filled with an absolutely uncontrollable desire to possess them. I had fantasized about owning a pair, but had never expected to be presented with an opportunity. My desire overcame my natural feelings of shyness and I lifted my gaze to the unshaven face of the man sitting behind the table. Seeing that he was watching me, I became embarrassed and looked down at the table once more. I moved my hand towards the handcuffs, not daring to touch them, and said, in a voice thick with emotion, “How much for – the handcuffs?” I could barely get the last word out.

Safety Maid

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

Why the hell wasn’t the maid coming down? I had placed her money on top of the note I had written; she could not possibly have missed it. I heard her walking about. She had finished using the vacuum cleaner, but still was not coming down. My note said to come down immediately. But perhaps, I thought hopefully, she only picked up her money at the end when she had finished cleaning. She would read it then. That must be it.

The Arrow of Desire

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

Part 1: Afternoon

Sweat was pouring down Logan’s face. His air conditioner was broken and with his car stationary there was no breeze to cool him. The traffic had been stopped for ten minutes, with absolutely no movement. He got out of his car and scanned the two lines of stalled traffic. It was stopped as far ahead as he could see.

“Must be an accident,” the driver of the car behind him said. He was also standing outside his car, and was smoking.

The Best Christmas Present

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

David was tired of Christmas shopping; of cruising the parking lots looking for a space to park, of trying to find suitable presents for his many relatives, and of struggling through the crowds of people. He decided he needed to clear his mind; to get away to somewhere quieter and more peaceful.

It was late on Sunday morning, a few days before Christmas, a fine cold day with a clear blue sky and a chilling wind. He drove out to Johnson Park and parked his aging Ford Mustang in the lot near the entrance. There was one other car in the lot, parked near the trailhead. As he passed he couldn’t help noticing the two lovers in the front seat, entwined in a passionate embrace. He felt a twinge of jealously and wondered if he would ever find love.

The Bondage Model

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

She was lying in straw, chained in the castle dungeon. A manacle riveted around her right ankle was attached to a rusty iron chain connected to an iron ring set in the stone wall. Her hands were bound behind her back in heavy iron fetters. She was dressed in a coarse cloth dress that had been ripped down to expose her breasts. The jailor had complete control over her and she was helpless to prevent him from ravishing her.

The Christmas Robot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 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.

The Halloween Mummy

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

“Will you marry me?”

“Perhaps. But you haven’t met my mother yet, and I want to see what she says before I decide,” replied Destiny.

“You need your mother’s approval?” asked Daniel in surprise.

“No I don’t need it, but I want it,”.

“When can we see her?”

“All in good time.” She kissed him then continued, “We aren’t in any hurry are we?”

“No, I suppose not, but I love you and want to marry you.”

The Keyhole

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

“It’s awfully heavy isn’t it?”

Sir Howard sighed. “Yes, the intention was to make the wearer continuously aware of its presence.”

“It looks awfully old.”

“Not really,” Sir Howard replied. “Only about 200 years.”

He was thinking of the difference between the English and American concepts of age when Priscilla spoke again.

“It’s very pretty.”

“Yes those old craftsmen decorated all their objects. They abhorred a plain surface. Besides, this was intended to be worn by a woman. But the silver and gold decoration you see was done in an earlier style.”

The Only Part She Liked

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

Author's Note: This is a slightly shorter, but more extreme, version of the story posted on boundanna.com.

Part 1: The Stocks

Please don’t stop," Jazmin cried. “I’m almost there.”

“I’m sorry Honey, I’m done,” Viktor replied, withdrawing his penis from his wife’s vagina.

“Please Viktor, just a couple more thrusts.”

“Honey, you don’t understand, when we men have shot our load we go soft. We’re done; there’s nothing we can do about it.”

The Sex Mummy

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

The three girls slowly approached the mummy. It was lying on its back on a table with its ankles locked in metal stocks. It was completely wrapped in white bandages except for a dark object sticking straight up.

“Wow, is that a real penis?” the blonde asked.

“Try it and see,” replied Candy.

The blonde grasped the latex-covered penis, and the mummy moaned in response. She rubbed her hand up and down and the mummy arched it’s back and raised it’s pelvis.

Three Roles With Jim

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

Chapter 1: The French Bondage Maid

I hurried home to get supper ready for Jim. I had stayed late at work adding the finishing touches to my presentation. Jim did not like to be kept waiting, so I became quite stressed as I stood in the long line at the Japanese takeout. When I finally reached home I was relieved to find that Jim had not yet arrived, so I quickly set the table, laid out the sushi, and put the rest in the oven to keep warm. Then I changed out of my work clothes into some that I thought would please Jim. He never said what he liked me to wear, but by experimenting I had found that he wanted me to look like a whore. Since I was feeling sexy, I very much wanted to please him that night so I put on my French maid outfit, which had proven successful in the past. This consisted of a padded cleavage bra with a low scoop top, a short black skirt over crotchless panties, and high-heeled shoes. I applied bright red lipstick and mascara, and brushed my hair. I examined myself critically in the mirror and decided that this was the best I could do in the short time I had allowed myself.

Two Ghosts

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

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves as two white ghosts moved slowly along the dark road. A pirate, a skeleton and a witch approached from the other direction on the opposite side of the road walking at a brisker pace.

All except the tall ghost were carrying plastic containers. That carried by the short ghost was in the shape and color of a ripe pumpkin. It was Halloween and they were all out trick-or-treating, going door-to-door demanding candy. The two ghosts were a man and a girl, but not father and daughter as one might suppose, rather they were master and slave.