Non-Consensual

Tempest Bannister was close, she could sense it. Months of research through dusty libraries was about to pay off. She’d heard rumors of hidden vaults among the old Moorish ruins in the Highlands, but bit by bit, she’d pieced together information that told her that these were more than just folklore. Tempest was more adventurer than archeologist. Rather like Lara Croft (Though she thought of that character as a mere amateur, in addition to being a work of fiction). She’d always been fascinated by items from the distant past. After receiving her degree in the field, she’d either been lucky enough or talented enough to make several remarkable discoveries. She preferred to think of it as the latter. ...

9-4-8-7 Kira Petrova pressed the numbers in order and the lockbox unlatched to reveal the key within. She inserted the key into the front door and opened it. With a garment bag over one shoulder, she dragged her duffel in behind her as she switched on the lights. She surveyed what would be her new home for the next several months, and hopefully longer. The house was is better condition than she expected. When Cirque informed her that they recently purchased it from a fraternity, she thought it would be in some advanced state of disrepair, but it appeared to be in fine condition. She should know by now - Cirque are professionals. They expedited her work visa with impressive speed, there should be no reason to think they would house their performers in substandard conditions. The house was near UNLV, which made it conveniently close to the Las Vegas Strip, where she would be performing nightly in their new show. ...

Author's Note: Fiction? Perhaps, but more than likely an underground reality. Part 1 Daria had become quickly bored with her husband Richard. Although he was was quite wealthy and heir, along with his younger sister,Penelope, to the Bottomly fortune it was being held in trust till his 25th birthday. She couldn’t stand the thought of of spending another 7 months with him and acting the part of his trophy wife at fundraisers, corporate affairs, exclusive clubs and restaurants and at symphony and theatre engagements. For her, they were maddenly dull. Her taste was more for Vegas, the LA party scene, Cabo and in general a louder gaudier free spending lifestyle. She was a gorgeous blonde with the opulent body of a 50’s Mamie Van Duren type blonde buxom bombshell. But with the morals and predatory instincts of a dangerous femme fatale out of darkest film noir. And she wanted it all. The entire Bottomly fortune and she wanted it now. ...

Author's Note: A young woman tries to take revenge for being bullied at work. Thanks to Mrhungry for proof reading and editing this story. And for his help in improving my writing. As with all writers I thrive on feedback so please comment and let me know what you think, good or bad, but if you don’t like it please let me know why. I also welcome E-mails at [email protected] I will always answer. ...

Author’s note: This story may be continued. If you would like to see more post a comment saying so, and don’t forget to rate! Capture He had with him only the essentials. There would be more time for fun once they reached Mexico. Duct tape, rope, four gags, a few odd toys, including four rabbit vibes that were 10 inches in length and 2 inches in diameter complete with 36 hour batteries. With that, he had all he needed for the drive down. The four girls, he knew, were on a road trip from California to Mexico. Little did they know they’d be getting across the border sooner than they’d thought. The foursome should all be knocked out by now, assuming they drank the spiked champagne he’d had delivered to the hotel under the name of Carmen’s boyfriend. ...

Author's Note: : This is a story about a woman who buys one of these early-model male sex robots, before all the kinks in its artificial intelligence have been ironed out. I tried to make everything physically possible with the current hardware technology, but I surely took some liberties with the limits of the current AI software technology. Thanks as always to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for editing. A New Jersey company says it has developed “the world’s first sex robot,” a life-size rubber doll that’s designed to engage the owner with conversation rather than lifelike movement. -Huffington Post, January 10, 2010 ...

Author's Note: If only Romeo could go back in time to warn himself… This is a complete story. Call it arrogance. Call it feeling invincible. Call it just plain stupidity. Let me start from the beginning. I was a pretty lucky guy. I made an app that immediately went to #2 on all the app sales charts and I sold it to a large company for 3 million dollars when I was only 21. I was smart, I was a risk-taker and I was really lucky. I started a new company at 22 and sold it at 24 for 15 million dollars. Then, I started a new company that was thriving when it happened. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story so feel free to comment on what can be improved Rose was a 18 year old girl with light brown hair living in New York With her mother and her sister. Rose was 5,1 feet tall and had a relatively slender build. The summer break had just started so she thought this would be a good day to lounge about in her night dress and watch TV while her mother and sister are out shopping for the day. ...

Author's Note: Hi Folks, Latest from me. This already posted on Gromet’s site under a different author (still me) entitled Everything going Wright and Rosie in undiscovered Borneo. Regards, Shelley aka Wingco Part One - Bind Rosita Wright almost felt like Lara Croft when she finally found the jungle green starting to thin out and she could hear the waves nearby. After so many days it seemed of battling past hordes of creepy crawlies that tried to go where not required the young woman appeared to be close to the end of her goal. Examining this remote island off Borneo’s northern coast that apparently nobody from the West had ever visited. Quite why this could be Rosie, as she’d always preferred during college didn’t know. All the pilot who’d dropped her off a month ago said was he’d assumed it was because the place was much smaller than the islands in the main part of the chain, only about 40 square miles. Those teemed with the wildlife that kept all the naturalists agog with wonder, so this place, last in the line and much further out had been forgotten about until now. ...

Samantha had never fit in with her family. She wasn’t sure why she just knew she was meant for more than the small-town life the rest of them had come to accept and the life they had expected her to embrace. She’d tried to pretend, for a little while, but eventually, it became too much bother. She knew the truth, and so did her family, even if they didn’t like it. ...