Stories

Chapter 1 Amber tapped her pen on the side of her seat impatiently, waiting for her plane to land, waiting to see her family after so long. Until now, Amber had been a student at a prestigious girls school, Oakrite Academy, one for up and coming socialites with rich parents (like hers) that focused on decorum as much as it did writing and mathematics. But now she had finally graduated, only a few days before her eighteenth birthday. She had barely seen her family for years, other than on the occasional holiday, as she had lived close to the school in a small apartment that had been set up for her, under the supervision of the school’s staff. It had been rigidly structured, the staff strict, and overall not very much fun, and she was glad to be free of it, and it’s rules, regulations, and uniforms. She hadn’t even had a change of clothes, and was still wearing her school approved button down, plaid skirt, and stockings. ...

Author's Note: This started as an assignment Jalan (my owner) gave me: two pages of raunchy dialogue, with no further detail. I tend to be prudish–for a pervert–in my language and writing, so it’s not as “raunchy” as it could be, but practice! So you’ll note no stage setting or description, but pure dialogue. It’s also pretty much my first attempt at fiction. Scene 1 Diana: Bruce, you do know this rope can’t be broken, don’t you? ...

I went to a party in San Francisco and saw a lady who inspired this story. Not that she was mean to people, but she was very beautiful, and I imagined her getting into this type of situation… The party was really just getting started. Crowds of people had been steadily streaming through the door the past two hours, everybody clad in the most outrageous fetish wear imaginable. The few exceptions were the closet fetishists, out for their first evening off the chat groups and realizing there is more to the scene than e-mail. I was pleased at the turnout. As one of the organizers I had hoped that people would come check it out, and I wasn’t disappointed. Now, I was manning the fantasy booth. For fifty dollars you could fill out a fantasy to take place during the party, ranging from foot worship to torture. Most of the forms filled out were rather tame and I was beginning to be disappointed. A sad excuse for a transvestite timidly turned in a form and I glanced at it out of curiosity as I took his/her money. She was pretty desperate, or just really kinky. The form covered all the ranges and this girl had checked almost everything. She had asked for an abduction/torture fantasy with very few limits placed on the abductors. Almost all the boxes were checked, including severe whipping, breast torture, piercing and gang rape. The only comment at the bottom was “no permanent injury,” a smart exception but also open to interpretation. I noted the area reserved for abductee response. She wanted to struggle, resist and, regardless of her reaction, the scene should continue for as long as the captors decided. I watched her stumble to the couch in the corner and slump down to it. She was in no shape to enjoy an abduction, much less even feel it. I slipped the card aside, determined to return her money later claiming lack of interest. ...

Author's Note: This is a fan fiction screenplay of a Doctor Who episode. It focuses on the 11th Doctor (Matt Smith) and his companion Amy Pond (Karen Gillan) Scene 1 - INT.SHIP.UNKNOWN THE DOCTOR and AMY step out of the TARDIS. The room looks like the inside of a spaceship, however more so the engine room than a control deck. THE DOCTOR: Well, this definitely isn’t Gettysburg. And I doubt it’s 1863 either. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. It has an open ending, and I might write a sequel when I get some free time and more good ideas. Amy went to the shop to buy a leather coat. The shop sells a wide variety of leather items, even some strange ones, and they aren’t separated much from the ordinary ones. Items are ordered so randomly that she has found the perfect coat near the leather corset, something resembling the corset but smaller and differently shaped, and a strange bag-like item that she couldn’t figure out what could it be. ...

Chapter 1 Amy Hanover stared at herself in the full length mirror. She was nude as she contemplated her body. “Man, I wish I had bigger boobs,” she told her reflection. Her breasts were not too bad. They were just barely a C cup and she often wore B cup bras so that her cleavage would appear more ample than it was. Frowning, she began dressing. It was her second month at the University of California at Berkley. She knew her parents were footing a large bill for her education. She was smart, but not smart enough for a tuition scholarship to a place like this. She had been sent here. Her mother had caught her yet again bound nude in her own bathroom. She had locked her bedroom door to make sure her session was private. That hadn’t stopped her mother who had simply unlocked and opened the door with a coin. She had been annoyed that Amy had not answered the bedroom door. When she entered, she had called Amy’s name. Amy could not answer. She had gagged herself with her own panties and sealed them as well as her lips with a few pieces of duct tape. ...

Author's Note: Have you ever desired something so much that you’ll go to any lengths to achieve your goal, even if the way ahead is fraught with dangers? That’s what Amy was forced to do in her quest for the fulfilment of her dream. But when she turned to blackmail in an effort to reach her personal Nirvana, it turned out that she may have bitten off more than she could chew. ...

Getting in the mood I going to give you a little about myself . I am around 5’ 6" and weight about 140 lbs. My best features are my legs and breast. I ran track in high school which make them muscular and shapely. My breast are a 38c and at my 39 year old age they still very perky. I am just a little pudgy around the stomach ,but still could touch my toes without bending my knees. I have brown hair down just below my shoulders that change shades with the seasons, and blue / green eyes that can usually melt anyone that talks to me. This helps me at my job as a receptionist. ...

Chapter 1 The ambulance pager jarred me awake. I rolled out of bed, glanced at the clock and grabbed my cloths all in one, practiced motion. “Shit, only 10:30,” I swore softly, but in good humor. Since my wife was killed ten years earlier I had started talking to myself. In her memory, I had founded the ambulance service that now demanded my undivided attention. “The tone,” the dispatcher started, “is for ambulance 69A1 respond code 3 with duty crew to 19 Maple Lane for a possible heart attack. Maple Lane is off Deer Run Road. To all responding units be advised the roads are snow covered and very slippery. Repeating. . .” ...

Author's Note: My first attempt, so I welcome feedback! Just please be respectful with your criticism! I. Preparation, Part 1 She sat staring at herself in the visor mirror. Slightly flustered, it was annoying that it took nearly half an hour to get to the store from work. She would be halfway home on the highway by now. Fucking Boston traffic she thought, and immediately chastised herself for the potty mouth her Mistress punished her for. ...