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1,256 | Stone of the Phalanx | "Who are you?" Fromthefield asked, astonished by the immense amount of power he sensed radiating from the stranger.
"I am Q, from the Q continuum. The people who left the Stone here are the Phalanx, a group that split from the continuum billions of years ago. They didn't want to follow our rules, so we destroyed them. This is known as the Great Battle. It took us nearly 5 million years to track them down and kill them. The Phalanx were only interested in playing with life, so they created a number of races around the galaxy for the purpose of playing with them. Apparently, they left the stones here in the hope of bringing the Phalanx back to life. This must never happen. So we will guide you. But remember, the evil of the Phalanx lies dormant within you. If you choose to accept the powers, you will have to learn to control it. We, the Q, are... well, you could describe us as Gods. We can control everything - life, death, matter, antimatter, etc. After you accept the responsibility as a Phalanx, I will personally train and guide you. Do you have any more questions, Frederic?"
"How do you know my name?"
"The Q know everything. As I told you before, we are Gods, remember."
"That training, how will it go?"
"It will be conducted whenever you want it, but the less you train per day, the longer it will take. The training will be modified by your progress, so you will never fall behind or run ahead. If you train 5 hours a day, the training will take about 10 weeks. The last day will be an introduction to the Q-continuum, where we live. It will be an enriching or maybe frightening experience. You will be a class 7 or 8 Q by the end of your training."
"What class are you?"
"I am a class 11 Q, which indicates I have complete control over everything and I generate power of 50,000 black holes per minute. This is enough to know everything and control everything within the limits of a galaxy."
"Wow! That is some power!"
"Not much in comparison to a class 12 Q, who can do the same within this universe."
"How much weaker will I be?"
"A class 8 Q can generate enough power to act within a radius of approximately 100 to 150 light years."
"That will be enough, I think. When can we begin?"
"As I told you, whenever you want, but you might want to get a subject to test your new skills on."
School would start again in a few days, so Frederic thought that he could get as many subjects there as he wanted. Q apparently tried to read his thoughts. Instinctively, Frederic raised a shield, and at that same time, Q frowned. Immediately, Frederic felt a burning sensation in his head. He pumped more energy into his shield. The burning stopped as Q stopped trying.
"What was that?"
"I tried to read your mind. Because of your shield, I tried harder, but in the end, your shield was more powerful than I imagined, so I stopped. Normally, you would not even know I tried to read your mind, because of my strong skills. It seems that you are more powerful than we anticipated, so I will have to talk to my fellow Q. I will return in a few days."
A bright white flash, and Q was gone, leaving a puzzled Frederic.After a few brief seconds, there it was, a runabout.
"Hey, you said the Enterprise-D. No fair!"
"Don't you think creating a ship the size of the Enterprise wouldn't go unnoticed?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then hop in, I'll create the Enterprise behind the moon, so it can watch the earth, and us, without being detected by this backwards race."
After a brief trip of 5 minutes, the runabout Frederic reached the far side of the moon. All of a sudden, there she was. The Enterprise.
"Enterprise, prepare for docking." "Acknowledged," a female voice responded.
"Boy, do I know that voice well," Daphnix said. "Yep, and it's all ours, captain."
In a flash, both boys were in Starfleet uniform. Frederic had admiral's pips on his collar, and Daphnix had captain's pips.
"Welcome on board, Admiral Fromthefield and Captain Smith," the female computer voice responded.
"Transport us directly to the bridge."
They materialized in the center of the bridge, in front of the main viewscreen. Frederic sat down in the command chair, while Daphnix sat next to him, in the chair for the second officer. |
1,257 | Stone of the Phalanx | "Phalanx? Phalanx? Wake up, Phalanx. No time to sleep now."
"Wha... What? Where am I?"
"There you are. I was afraid something had happened to you."
"What was that Phalanx stuff? How long have I been unconscious?"
"You were unconscious for about 15 minutes. Now that the 3 Stones have been combined, the Phalanx has formed. Once I join with you, you will be the embodiment of the Phalanx."
"15 minutes? I have to find my sister!"
Frederic jumped up and ran into the house, tearing open doors along the way. He never bothered to check whether they were locked, he just ripped them out and smashed them aside. Finally, he found his sister. She was hanging on the wall, tied at the wrists and ankles, spread in an X figure.
"Barbs, what happened to you?"
She didn't answer him. He then read her mind, replaying the events that had happened to her.
After she was dragged into the car, Razul had ripped off her clothes. Razul kissed her while her hands were being bound behind her back by John, the man Frederic had ripped reality for. While Razul enjoyed himself with her nipples, kissing one while twisting the other, John had one finger in her pussy. Barbara cried out in pain as the two men were raping her. Suddenly, Barbara was pushed back, right on her bound hands. Razul's gigantic cock forced its way inside her steaming pussy. This mistreatment had gotten her hot. Apparently, she was lying on top of John, because after about 5 thrusts, she felt him enter her virgin ass. She gasped in pain. While she was doing that, a dildo entered her mouth, all the way in. They sealed it off with duct tape. The 2 men continued violating her, changing places every now and then, until they stopped at the house where Frederic found her.
Barbara was dragged upstairs and bound in the way Frederic found her. Razul had tried to alter her mind, trying to make her his love slave. Fortunately, Frederic's constant modifying of her mind had made her resistant to this power. Razul had gotten mad and slammed maximum force into her mind. Her mind had withdrawn into her subconscious level, making her lose consciousness. Razul was prevented from doing any more damage by Frederic's early appearance.
After seeing that, Frederic had gotten horny as hell. But first things must come first, and he healed her body and repaired any damage to her mind. Slowly, Barbara regained consciousness.
"Frederic, thank god."
"It's OK, Barbara, I'm here, you're fine. Razul took the wrong man to mess with."
"Will you untie me now?"
"No, first I will have some fun with that wet little pussy of yours."
Frederic had noticed her wetness. Barbara liked being tied up like this.
Frederic hurried out of the remnants of his clothes and impaled her with his cock. He grabbed her tits and twisted them. Barbara screamed in pain and pleasure. She liked the movement of his cock against her violated clit. Barbara was on the edge of climaxing, as Frederic took control and held her there, preventing her climax. For the next 5 minutes, Barbara begged for her climax. On the same time as Frederic climaxed, he released her. She came for 5 minutes in a row, at least.
He untied her, and under cloak, flew them home, after taking good care of the house and the car. There was no sign of the driver, and he didn't care. The man was harmless.
He put his sister to bed and made her sleep. He guessed 12 hours would be enough. He needed the time to bind with the Phalanx, and besides, she needed the sleep.
He went upstairs, to his room. After he pulled out the Phalanx, he lay on top of his bed, putting the white stone on top of his chest. "OK Phalanx. Bind with me."
"Acknowledged."
Frederic slowly began to feel awkward. He looked up and what he saw startled him. Big time.
The Stone began to liquefy, its white light growing more and more intense. After maybe 10 to 15 minutes, the now liquid Phalanx poured into his skin, entering his body through the sweat glands.
Frederic lost consciousness after 10 minutes.
Frederic woke up, slowly, like coming out of a coma. He felt incredible. The power flowing through his veins was overwhelming. He realized now, he knew everything about his powers, about the Phalanx, where they came from, how they lived, how they came to their end.
He also, slowly, very slowly, began to understand the universe and the creatures that lived in it. It was like his brain couldn't absorb the knowledge and had to expand in order to use or contain it. As this process accelerated, the knowledge became more and more clear.
Frederic got out of the bed and walked downstairs. He got into the back yard and he began to experiment with his powers. He made a pool appear and disappear. Now he was fooling around with the weather. He found it to be a little too cold lately.
Suddenly, a bright white flash came right behind him.
He turned around and...
Sorry about that. I'll let you in on a little secret. In the next chapter, Q will make his appearance.
If anyone has any suggestions or comments, please e-mail me at [email protected] |
1,341 | The Secret World of Alex Mack | "Hi, mom," Alex said, bounding down the stairs with Annie in tow.
"Hi, girls. How was your day?" asked Barbara Mack. She had just gotten home from a long day at the office and was super tired.
"Okay. I'm going to go over to Ray's house, alright?" Alex inquired.
"Sure, honey. Be back by six for dinner," Barbara answered.
"Okay," Alex responded, and then grabbed her jacket and walked out the front door.
As Alex walked to Ray's house, she thought about what had just happened with her sister Annie. All of it seemed so sudden that she hadn't gotten over all of it. Alex found herself rubbing her crotch several times on the walk to Ray's. Alex thought about what she and Annie could possibly do tonight, given the chance. A slight smile crossed her face as she walked up to Ray's door and rang the bell. The door opened, and Ray's mom, Mrs. Alvarado, came out.
"Hi, Alex. Ray's upstairs. You can go on up," she said.
"Thanks, Mrs. Alvarado," Alex replied and headed up the stairs.
Alex climbed up the stairs and turned down the hallway towards Ray's room. The door was closed, but Alex just knocked on it lightly and went inside. What she saw inside surprised and scared the hell out of her.
Ray was lying on the floor naked, save for a towel wrapped around his waist, with a cut on his head. Alex immediately rushed over and checked to see if her friend was alright. He started mumbling when she reached him.
"Oh, geez, Ray, are you okay? Do you want me to call for help or anything?" asked Alex.
"No, no, I'm okay... I just hit my head," Ray answered meekly.
Alex helped Ray get to his feet, but when he did, Ray's towel fell off. Ray didn't immediately grab for it, since he was still holding his head to try and stop the blood coming from his wound. Since Alex was standing in front of him, she admired what she saw. Ray finally saw that he had lost his towel and reached down and wrapped it back around his waist.
"I guess you have seen every part of me now," Ray joked.
"Yeah," Alex replied.
Secretly, Alex thought about what she had just seen. After having had sex with her sister only an hour or so ago, 'why not go at it with Ray?' she asked herself.
"Can you turn your head or something so I can get some clothes on, Alex?" Ray asked.
"Huh, oh yeah, sure," Alex said and turned around, her back facing Ray, but she had other plans.
As Ray turned around and dropped his towel, Alex slowly turned back around and made a bold decision. She went over to Ray and turned his head towards her and kissed him full on the mouth, sending her tongue into Ray's mouth. Ray was rather stunned, but immediately drank up her kiss, sending his tongue probing into her mouth. When they broke, Alex pulled her t-shirt over her head.
"I've never done this before, Alex," Ray said.
"Neither have I. Seems that good friends should learn important stuff like this together. Right?" Alex replied.
"Who am I to argue with the girl with superpowers?" Ray laughingly answered.
Ray reached back and undid the clasp of Alex's bra, letting it fall to the floor. Alex then reached back and undid the buttons on her skirt. Alex then reached down and pulled off her shoes and then slipped her panties down, revealing her beautiful pussy. Ray, being a little stupid when it came to girls, knelt down and slowly traced the outlines of Alex's pussy. A small gasp escaped Alex, and Ray knew that he had the right idea. Ray started to lick the outer lips of Alex's cunt. Alex leaned back against a wall so that she wouldn't fall over and knock her head against the furniture like Ray had earlier.
Ray continued to lick at the lips of Alex's cunt, and Alex placed her hands on top of Ray's head to get a better sense of balance. Ray slowly moved his tongue inside Alex's pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Alex. Ray sped up his licking of the soft insides of Alex's pussy, making Alex start to buck her hips a bit and start groaning softly. Ray's tongue activities also started to make Alex glow a bit. Ray noticed it and took it as a sign that he was on the right track. Soon, Ray's efforts brought Alex to a crashing orgasm, with cum streaming out of Alex's sweet snatch, most of which Ray gobbled up, tasting the salty/sweet taste of it. The side effect of it, though, saw Alex literally glowing with pleasure after Ray had eaten her out.
"Ray, that was great," Alex said. "Now it's your turn."
Alex and Ray moved over to Ray's bed, where Ray sat at the edge of it, with Alex on her knees on the floor. Alex slowly took Ray's cock in her hands, and it soon became fully erect. Alex gasped at Ray's seven-inch cock, mainly because it was the first real time she had seen a guy's dick. Alex slowly took Ray's dick into her mouth, slowly licking the head. Alex continued, wrapping her tongue around Ray's cock. Ray groaned softly at the pleasure being brought by Alex. It was his first real sexual experience with a girl, and it was great as far as he was concerned. Alex continued rolling Ray's dick around in her mouth and then started bobbing her head up and down, throating Ray's seven inches, giving him the best blowjob of his life. Ray's groans became louder, and Alex sped up her pace. Soon, Ray shot his load into Alex's mouth, but Alex managed to swallow almost every drop of the salty/sweet cum. All that was left was a little bit dribbling at the corner of her mouth, but a quick lick with her tongue fixed that. Ray lay back, recovering from the most memorable experience of his life so far.
When Ray recovered, Alex said, "I want you to fuck me, Ray. I want to you to be my first."
"Give me a few minutes to recover first. Like you said, good friends should learn important stuff together," Ray replied.
After a few minutes, Ray's cock was as hard as ever, and Alex got on all fours down on the bed, spreading her legs wide so that Ray could easily access her glorious pussy. Ray came up behind her and slowly eased his cock into Alex's pussy. Alex moaned softly at the new sensation. Ray slowly pulled out and pushed back in again, this time, though, he came up against Alex's hymen.
"Go ahead and break it, Ray. I've got to break it sometime. It'll probably hurt, but what we do after that should block out the pain," Alex said.
Ray pulled back again and rammed into Alex's cunt, breaking her hymen with just a quick popping noise. Alex gasped, but was alright. Ray again pulled back and slowly started pumping his dick into Alex's pussy. Alex began moaning, holding onto the sides of the bed for support. Ray gradually picked up his pace and continued to ream Alex's tight cunt. Soon, Alex's moans turned to groans of pleasure as she began to glow slightly. Ray knew that Alex was about to cum, so he picked up his pace even more, slamming harder into Alex, youthful force behind each blow. Alex's groans got louder, and soon she started bucking her hips back against Ray's cock. Alex's glowing intensified, and Alex could feel a crashing orgasm about to hit.
"I'm gonna cum, Ray. Harder... fuck me harder," Alex whispered between panting breaths.
Ray's pace picked up even more, and Alex's orgasm hit. Wave after wave of pleasure raced across her body. As Alex flopped down on the bed, Ray pulled his cock out and started to jack himself off. Ray too soon came and shot his load across her breasts. They lay there for a while, since neither had the strength enough to get up. When they did, Ray was the first to crawl over and lick clean Alex's breasts. Alex leaned over and gave Ray a soft kiss, and both of them got up and crawled over to pull their clothes on. Just as Alex was pulling her bra back on, Ray said, "I hope this doesn't hurt our friendship or anything, Alex. I still like you as a friend."
"Don't worry, Ray," Alex said as she pulled her t-shirt back on. "This just brought us a whole lot closer to each other. I'll see you tomorrow in the morning before school, right?"
"As always," Ray answered.
"Great," Alex said, picking up her jacket. "See you tomorrow morning." |
6,032 | Her curly long red hair... | ...flowed over a pair of knockout sweet young breasts as she sat there on the bed. I only talked to her once on the phone after checking out her photo on the web page, but geeeezzzz, I really had no idea!
She looked over to the guy on the chair beside the bed, "Don't mind him, my husband only likes to watch."
"Go ahead, you can have her, she's all yours," he said with a warm friendly smile.
She then looked up at me with a coy grin on her fresh young face. She parted her perfect legs only slightly, but enough to expose a flame red patch. I moved forward, almost intoxicated with her slightly freckled, cream white skin, and her swollen lips and a pair of innocent eyes you could stare into all day long. She then sat up attentively and started unbuckling the belt of my pants...
To feel her turned-up nose nuzzling up to my pubic hairs as her lips wrapped wantingly to the hilt of my shaft. And that gorgeous red hair tumbling over my balls... all of this was far too much... I tried to warn her, but she reached around to grab my butt and pulled me in tighter. I had no other choice than to shoot the largest load ever, deeply between the lips of her eager mouth, over the length of her luxuriously seeking tongue.
She removed my still hard cock, admired it, rubbed it over her sweet little face, looked up at me and said, "Would you like a drink or something, and we'll do that again?"
I looked over to her husband, who I happened to notice was just finishing himself up. He stood and took three steps toward the bed. (I could tell they had done this before.) She quickly moved to take his prick in her freshly lubricated mouth just at the right time. Bam! I never saw another man come like that before. She held his balls with both hands just to stay close, as he pumped her cheeks full of cum that soon came dripping down her chin and onto the long rippling waves of red hair which was now hanging down in drapes between his quivering thighs. He withdrew, but then he kept gushing all over her forehead and into her brilliant locks on both sides of her smiling face.
As she laid back on the bed, for the first time I saw how firm and large her breasts were. Now beaded with fresh sperm, each adorned by a silver dollar-sized, pink and puckered nipple. She laughed and said, "Whew, I need to take a short shower after that one." She pranced off to the bathroom, grabbing some little slinky thing on the way. Still recovering, falling back into the chair by the bed, her husband looked over to me and smiled, saying, "I knew you would like her."
YES THIS REALLY HAPPENED TO ME AND I'LL REMEMBER IT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, and it was easy! Believe it or not, it's all up to you! All I had to do was answer a classified ad at this place:
http://www.alternativeconnections.com/index.htm?AssociateID=111378
I just had to share this one. Man, trust me, you will not be disappointed!
Try to have yourself a good day, I did... yeeee haaaaaaaa!
Jake |
30,139 | Her curly long red hair... | ...flowed over a pair of knockout sweet young breasts as she sat there on the bed. I only talked to her once on the phone after checking out her photo on the web page, but geeeezzzz, I really had no idea!
She looked over to the guy on the chair beside the bed, "Don't mind him, my husband only likes to watch."
"Go ahead, you can have her, she's all yours," he said with a warm friendly smile.
She then looked up at me with a coy grin on her fresh young face. She parted her perfect legs only slightly, but enough to expose a flame red patch. I moved forward almost intoxicated with her slightly freckled, cream white skin, and her swollen lips and a pair of innocent eyes you could stare into all day long. She then sat up attentively and started unbuckling the belt of my pants...
To feel her turned-up nose nuzzling up to my pubic hairs as her lips wrapped wantingly to the hilt of my shaft. And that gorgeous red hair tumbling over my balls... all of this was far too much... I tried to warn her but she reached around to grab my butt and pulled me in tighter. I had no other choice than to shoot the largest load ever, deeply between the lips of her eager mouth, over the length of her luxuriously seeking tongue.
She removed my still hard cock, admired it, rubbed it over her sweet little face, looked up at me and said, "Would you like a drink or something and we'll do that again?"
I looked over to her husband, who I happened to notice was just finishing himself up. He stood and took three steps toward the bed. (I could tell they had done this before.) She quickly moved to take his prick in her freshly lubricated mouth just at the right time. Bam! I never saw another man come like that before. She held his balls with both hands just to stay close, as he pumped her cheeks full of cum that soon came dripping down her chin and onto the long rippling waves of red hair which was now hanging down in drapes between his quivering thighs. He withdrew, but then he kept gushing all over her forehead and into her brilliant locks on both sides of her smiling face.
As she lay back on the bed, for the first time I saw how firm and large her breasts were. Now beaded with fresh sperm, each adorned by a silver dollar-sized, pink and puckered nipple. She laughed and said, "Whew, I need to take a short shower after that one." She pranced off to the bathroom grabbing some little slinky thing on the way. Still recovering, falling back into the chair by the bed, her husband looked over to me and smiled, saying, "I knew you would like her."
YES THIS REALLY HAPPENED TO ME AND I'LL REMEMBER IT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, and it was easy! Believe it or not, it's all up to you! All I had to do was answer a classified ad at this place:
http://www.alternativeconnections.com/index.htm?AssociateID=111378
I just had to share this one. Man, trust me, you will not be disappointed!
Try to have yourself a good day, I did... yeeee haaaaaaaa!
Jake |
332 | Incident at the Zoo | "Look, Mommy, a gorilla!" the little girl screamed. Kate thought, for the hundredth time, that this seemed a very stupid thing to say. She had been working at the zoo for over 5 years, and all children seemed to say the same thing. She stopped looking out the window from the cage and went to the back. The intercom was located back there, and she picked it up. "Attention please. The zoo is closing now for the day. Please exit as soon as possible, as the animals want to get some sleep." She heard a small burst of laughter from outside, as she always did. As she put the mike down, Steve came in.
"Hey, are you going out with everyone else tonight?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't think so. Mr. Myers said there were some problems in Sarki's room, and he wanted me to check it out."
"Shit. I wouldn't go in there. That's one big ape!" He said.
"Well, he seems to like me. But anyway, I guess the lights are acting up, and he wanted me to take a look at them."
He grinned. "Well, don't let me keep you. Maybe sometime next week?" He asked.
"Sure, next week it is." She smiled back at him. He waved goodbye, and Kate got back to her work.
After taking her normal hour or two to get everything back in order, she went to her locker in the ladies' room to get out of her zoo uniform. After she got it all off, she remembered she had to fix those lights, but since the zoo was closed, she didn't think anyone would mind if she did it in shorts and a t-shirt. She left her things in the bathroom and headed for the gorilla house. After arriving there, she entered Sarki's room, wondering why Mr. Myers seemed to think she was a mechanic or an electrician. Sarki was a huge mountain gorilla, and usually not very amicable. But he had seemed to take to Kate immediately, usually hanging over her shoulder or something whenever she was in his cage. Today was no exception, as she climbed up toward the ceiling to get at the lights. There was a large platform near the ceiling, and she got on that in order to inspect the lights better.
Sarki pulled his bulk right up next to her, but there was plenty of room up there. She stood up and craned her neck, trying to look straight up while keeping her balance. Suddenly, she felt a large hand on her ass, slowly stroking it. She turned around quickly and found Sarki staring at her as his hand caressed her. She stood frozen, afraid that he might push her off the ledge or something. But what he actually did was bring his other hand up and began to feel her breasts through her shirt. Now, Kate never thought of herself as overly kinky, but this monkey was really turning her on! She slowly removed her shirt and bra, letting the huge gorilla feel her bare chest. He began squeezing her boobs, massaging them, while his other hand still wandered in her waist region. After a few minutes of this treatment, she couldn't stand it anymore. She removed her shoes, then her jeans, and finally her panties. Sarki sat down and pulled her over to him.
His hands still were exploring her body, and suddenly she felt one of his fingers stab up into her now-exposed hole. His finger, though not as long as a man's penis, was just as wide, and she began to squirm on it. His other hand fell from her breasts and curled around her, pulling her closer. He brought his face close to hers and stared at her with great interest. His hand was still working her over, but she wanted more. She knew gorillas would imitate a lot of things if they were done by a human, so she decided to test exactly what he would do. She moved down him until her face was right next to his chest. Her tongue tentatively darted out and began to kiss his leather-like chest.
She moved downward, further, until his now-erect huge cock was staring right at her. All thoughts of anything else quickly flew away with the sight of it, and she immediately took it in her mouth, taking great pleasure from his obvious excitement. But she pulled away, spread her legs, with the finger still in her, and hoped. He withdrew his finger and pressed his face against her chest, his tongue coming out and licking her nipples. He, too, moved downward and slurped at her wet hole. She groaned louder and louder, and just as she was about to orgasm, he roughly pushed her away. She landed on her stomach, and as she began to pick herself up, confused, she felt a huge cock fill her box. Sarki's breath came in rough gasps as he shoved his tool deeper and deeper into her. She began to groan even louder, and his pace quickened. After a few minutes of this, Kate couldn't hold back any longer. Her cunt exploded in a series of orgasms around his spike.
She bucked her hips upwards against his huge body, and with her contractions came a jerking from deep within him, and after a second or two she could feel his seed filling her. He slowly stopped his rammings and allowed her to climb out from under him. She realized that he had supported himself on his knuckles the entire time to avoid crushing her. She got dressed, but before she left, she taught him one more thing. Reaching forward, she opened his mouth a bit and brought her lips to his. She slipped her tongue into his surprised mouth, but he soon realized what she was doing and also put his tongue in her mouth. After a small amount of fumbling, she felt as if she was kissing a real man, as he got the movements down right. She slipped her hand down to his limp dick and gave it a small squeeze, a promise that she would work late again soon. And it looked like she wasn't going out with Steve and her co-workers next week after all! |
363 | A History of an Aberrent Sexual Contest | "Fnorking" is a colloquial term for contests involving females inserting small dead animals into their vaginas. All known instances involving "fnorking" have occurred on college campuses. The contests dealt with several females competing to insert as many animals as possible into their vaginas, the winner being the one able to insert more than any of the other contestants. The winner of the contest was sometimes crowned the "fnork" queen.
The earliest known incidences of "fnorking" occurred in the late 1920's. The phenomenon seems to have been an outgrowth of the goldfish eating fad prevalent at that time. Most goldfish eating contests involved college age males consuming as many live goldfish as possible. The female collegians of that time were less inhibited than preceding generations of females and developed their own version of this fad. They held contests involving the insertion of as many goldfish as possible. The goldfish were most often inserted while live. Contest were held late at night in college dormitories, although there is a report of one contest being held in broad daylight beside a well stocked pond. This contest is said to have involved at least twenty-five females and the winner was able to "consume" twenty-seven goldfish.
All known "fnorking" contests seem to have been held at exculsively female colleges and universities, although, considering the segregation of males and females at schools in this time period, this is not unusual. "Fnorking" seems to have been an outgrowth of the general loosening of morals in the 20's era and the woman's sufferage movements of the early part of that decade. The less inhibited females of the era were more inclined to enter such bizarre contests.
As the fad progressed, the contests were not limited to just goldfish but were expanded to include other specie of small animals. It is known that contests were held involving the "fnorking" of hamsters, gerbils, lizards, salamanders, frogs, small birds and even one contest involving chipmunks. All of the above contests involved dead animals. The preferred method of killing the animals was suffocation. The contests were held immediately after the animals were killed because they were "still warm and still very pliable."
The phenomenon seems to have disappeared after the turn of the decade. This is possibly because of the depression era when less females were attending colleges and also morales experienced a general regression. No known incidences of "fnorking" have been reported until very recent times.
Recent reports have eminated from the Florida area and from Europe, specifically at the 1991 "spring break" in Florida and one incidence in 1989 in Denmark involving sixty college age females inserting frogs in a day long contest. There were reports of three contests in the Miami area in 1991, two involving insertion of goldfish and one the insertion of small toy stuffed animals. The winner of one of the goldfish contests was able to insert twelve fish and is reported to have recieved a cash prize in the amount of five hundred dollars.
Interview's of 1920's era females involved in "fnorking" contests indicate that no prizes were awarded in the contests, of that period. The females stated that most entered the contests due to peer pressure. They also indicated that the contests were held in conjunction with college fraternity initiations.
The origin of the word "fnork" is very hard to discern. All of the females interviewed stated that "it was always called that." One woman did offer as an explanation that "fnork" is formed from the first letters of greek words describing the activity. At this time I have not been able to discover the words used, if there are any. No written descriptions of the activity have been brought to light, although, considering the type of activity, this is not unusual. All of the females interviewed were very reluctant to admit to being in the contests.
Considering the recent resurgance of the "fnorking" phenomenon, it is possible that the general lessening of sexual inhibitions in females in recent times has allowed the fad to resurface. In this day of personal video, how soon will some enterprising person make a record of one of these interesting contests? |
406 | Wesley's Anal Ordeal | "OWWWWWWWWW" Wesley gave out in a high-pitched voice as Bok Dar the Ferengi slipped a stubby finger into Wes's tight virginal asshole.
"Listen to the pussyboy yelp," laughed the Klingon, cupping his growing member at the sight of Wesley's totally perfect and soon to be ravaged ass. Taul, the Vulcan captain and leader of Wes's abductors, added, "Yes indeed, his is the Federation's most lovely heavenly body to behold." Bok Dar continued to finger-fuck Wes's ass as acting Ensign Crusher moaned in discomfort. "Bring the boy into the interrogation room, Bok," ordered Taul.
NO NO NO, this can't be happening, thought Wesley. He had known that many members of the Enterprise thought him attractive, but no one had made a pass at him, unless you counted Commander Riker's ass pats as passes...come to think of it, the Commander seemed rather fond of patting Wes's ass lately...but nothing could have prepared him for having his ass gouged by a horny Ferengi. They'll never accept me at the Academy if they found out about this, thought Wesley...Wesley had never heard about the rape rooms at Starfleet Academy or of Hell Week...Picard had been shielding him...but nothing could shield him now as Bok pushed him on his hands and knees into the interrogation room...now with two Ferengi digits penetrating his tender ass.
"Good Bok, I like to see a boy on his hands and knees before I fuck him, especially a human boy...they're so soft and woman-like," offered Kor. "This is how we Ferengi treat our women," replied Bok Dar, "I thought the lad had better get used to it."
"ENOUGH" shouted Taul "I can no longer hold back the ancient calling of Pon Farr...Ensign Wesley Crusher...prepare to be fucked," the lustful Vulcan concluded as he snapped the two side buttons holding on his metallic briefs. They fell away revealing a throbbing cock, approximately 9 inches long...green-tinged from the Vulcan blood that was rushing into it. Wesley could guess at its length because it was the same size as the Cilo-wrench he used in Engineering. Wesley's eyes got even wider when Kor, the renegade Klingon, stepped directly in front of him, already undressed, and pointed an impossibly huge, deformed-looking brownish cock at his tender mouth. "This is for you, Federation whore-boy," he said as he pressed the engorged head against Wes's mouth. "Kiss the pre-cum off my warrior dick, pussy boy."
Wesley closed his lips tightly, but Kor said something in Ferengi and Bok Dar responded by inserting a third finger into Wesley's now stretched asshole. Wesley opened his mouth to scream and Kor...Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous ID will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems or inappropriate use to [email protected]. |
7,866 | The Wine Tasting (Parts 6-8) | "I need to shut the door right," she said, "or else the beasts get in. The door is broken, so you need to shut it in a certain way."
"O.K." I went down as she messed with the door.
The cellar was big, about the size of two large living rooms, but about twice as long as it was wide. The racks were all made of wood, and constructed to keep the bottles tipped slightly with cork towards the floor. You could easily read the label on any bottle, a convenience missing from most wine racks. Each rack had a small halogen light that illuminated the bottles in that rack. In all, it was extremely well designed. There was a set of track lighting overhead, but it was not on. The only light in the room was from the rack lights and the light from the ante-room. It was enough to see well, but not bright. Very pleasant, actually.
"Do you like it?" asked Winona from behind me.
"Yeah, it is very cool."
"Well, it is climate controlled to stay at about 55 - 60 degrees."
"That's not what I meant." I looked at her with a laugh.
"I know, it was a joke."
"Oh yeah."
"I just had that lighting installed. The track lighting I mean. It used to be some ugly fluorescent structure before."
"Is it not done yet?"
"No. Just needs a final check by the electrician."
I was looking at the bottles. There were hundreds of expensive and rare wines. Petrus 1982, Latour 1975, Mouton-Rothschild 1970, Lafite-Rothschild, 1945, and more, some were too dusty to read the label.
"What do you want to open?" she asked.
"Me? I don't know. There are so many good ones. I don't know that I can open such great wines just like that."
"Why not? There are hundreds. How about this one here. 1929, Haut-Brion."
"Are you joking?" I rushed over to her. I looked. It was indeed a '29 Haut-Brion. "That's extremely rare. It would be sacrilege to open that right now."
"I guess so. But I would. After all, you spent about this much on dinner."
"No way. I didn't spend almost four digits." We laughed. I gawked.
"Here. Latour 1961." And before I could object, she was opening it.
"Jesus, a 61 Latour. Perhaps the greatest Latour ever produced. How many do you have?"
"A couple of cases, maybe a few more."
"Shit! How did your Aunt get these?"
"She bought several cases of each First-Growth Bordeaux every year when they came out. Except on bad or mediocre years. She also went to auctions. She has been collecting for most of her life. Her father collected too, and he passed on a lot of wines to her."
She pulled a couple of glasses from an overhead glass rack.
As she reached up, I noticed her nipples perking up from the chill in the air. It wasn't the only thing perking up.
She poured us each some. We sipped from the pap of life.
"Wow. What an extraordinarily long, sweet finish." I said.
"Yeah. Very full-bodied. Has hints of chocolate and plum."
"And tobacco."
She hopped up and sat on the table in the center of the cellar. Her skirt was riding high. She tasted the wine again. "This is really spectacular."
"Do you have a white napkin?"
"Did you spill?" she asked, unconcerned.
"No I wanted to check out the color."
"Oh, of course. Let's see." She rummaged through some drawers.
"Well, actually, I don't. I could go back to the house."
"I'll go. I just don't want to pass up the opportunity to observe this fine wine. I might never drink this again."
"Wait. You can use my T-top. It's pure white."
"Um, O.K. If you say so." I stepped in front of her, and brought up my glass in front of her chest. Her chest was moving a bit quick. She seemed to sit up straight and push out her chest a bit as I came up. I looked through the glass. The diffraction of the glass let me see her cleavage, although my line of sight was more towards her bellybutton. I was extremely turned on, to say the least.
"How is it?" she asked, with a definite tone of mischief.
"It is… very roun - I mean, mature, uhhhh, definitely mature color, and… also it's clear, aged well in the bottle. It is a… beautiful color."
"Lemme see."
She put her hand under her shirt, and pushed out the bottom so she could look at her glass against it. I stepped back, and could see her stomach. It was firm and flat, well toned. She must work out a lot, I thought.
Suddenly, she let out a small cry. She had spilt some of her glass on her top, just below her right breast.
"Damn. I need to soak this quickly, or it's ruined."
"O.K., let's head back."
"No, there's a sink over there."
She got up and hurried over, holding her top to keep the wine from spreading.
"Hey, at least if it's ruined, you ruined it with a '61 Latour. That was probably about 25 bucks you spilt right there." She started laughing, and got the hot water running.The water rushed down her back again. It hit the bra back, at the same time Winona had undone it. It was like the river broke the dam. The water ran down to her skirt, where the wet spot was spreading to cover most of her ass. I wet the top again, as Winona let out a small moan. She had left the bra hanging, unclasped, on her. She turned around. Her breasts were still hidden from view by the loosely hanging bra. I took the top and put it above her breasts. The water ran down her chest, funneling through the channel between her boobs, and running down her firm tummy. She reached out and pulled my head into her breasts. It was the first time we had really ever touched besides hands, and it felt pretty damn good! I kissed those beautiful globes through the black bra. I could feel the nipples, they were rock hard.
She was undoing my tie, and then my shirt buttons, and soon she had ripped off my shirt. I stood up and sat her up on the marble counter.
"Oooh, cold!" she said.
"Sorry," I said and tried to help her off.
"No, it feels good," she said slowly. She looked me in the eyes.
"More water, Roberto."
I grabbed an empty bottle of wine that was nearby, gave it a quick rinse, and filled it. I brought it over, and slowly poured it over her breasts, still covered. The water soaked into her jean skirt. I poured more water over her smooth legs, which I couldn't resist reaching out and touching. She was sitting with her legs crossed, hands on the edge, leaning forward, eyes closed.
The water was everywhere. I filled another bottle. I made it just a bit hotter. As I turned back to her, she uncrossed her legs and spread them open a little. She pulled me over and pulled me to here, so I was standing in front of her. She pulled me in to her, and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She was so fucking hot! She pulled me close, and my penis slammed into her crotch area. My trousers were probably busted from my penis trying to get out so much. I poured the bottle into the space where our chests met, and it pooled up between her breasts and my chest.
It overflowed and down our stomachs, and all on my trousers. For an instant, I wished they were off, because they were dry clean only. But then I thought, this is worth 20 pairs of trousers. Besides, I've washed trousers before by mistake and they - who the fuck cares!?!? On with the story.She must have sensed it, because she started to pull me up and down even more. "I'm gonna cuuum.." I managed to get out. "MmmmmHmmmmm…" she confirmed. I shot a huge load into her mouth. I was cumming for at least 30 seconds. I kept pumping, almost with no regard for her. She giggled. I let out some last thrusts which probably shoved my cock into her lungs, but she just giggled pleasurably. Apparently she swallowed. I withdrew from her mouth, and was surprised to see my cock was still hard. It was probably not going down for a while, it felt pretty tense. "Fuck me," she said. She got up and bent over the counter. I raised up her skirt, and rubbed my dick along her wet slit. "What about protection?" "I just finished my period a few days ago, we are safe." "In that way, at least." "Well, I'm clean, are you?" "Yeah. I guess we'll need to trust each other on that though." "If you would rather stop now…" I shoved my prick hard into her cunt. All the way in. She let out a deep growl. It was pretty tight, although not necessarily the tightest I have ever felt. But it was still good. I stayed in for a few seconds, and then started to pump her. I reached down, and inserted a finger into her ass, too. She liked that a lot. I started parallel stroking her again. Slow at first, but then as we became fully lubricated in there, I started grinding her. Her but was slapping against my hips, she was sprawled out on the counter. I realized I hadn't been cold for a while, even though we were still in the cellar, where it was about 58 degrees. Sex really warms you up! She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. I stroked like a wild animal. I left the finger in the ass, and could feel my dick pumping in and out through the thin membranes in there. It was very erotic. My dick popped out, and so I shoved it back in. I had already come in her mouth, and usually it take a while for my dick to want to come again, even though I was hard. I was pumping away for a few minutes, Winona was screaming. She was having a long fucking orgasm. Some chicks have a brief and extreme burst; others caught a big wave and rode it for a long time. Winona was of the latter type. "Mmmm…sssss…sssss!" she hissed. "Yeah, baby!" "Noo," she managed through her breaths. "Myy…asssshhh…." I thought she was hyperventilating. I pulled out. "Are you alright?" I said, breathing hard. "Yes, damnit… Fuck me…In the ass!" I wasted no time. I positioned her a little lower, hiked up the skirt a bit more, and pushed into her sweet anus. Man, it was tight. This was definitely the tightest hole, cunt OR ass, I'd ever been in. I slowly worked it in a little. Suddenly she reached back, and pulled me violently in her. She let out a scream. "Fuck, me, damnit!" I started pumping her asshole. I reached under and shoved a few fingers into her cunt, although I couldn't get a good angle for good thrusting. She was going wild. I was starting to feel a cum coming on. I pumped wildly. I pulled out, and turned her over onto her back again. I stuck my dick into her ass and started again. I reached over and grabbed the bottle. The top looked clean, and did not have a covering, and there were no nicks on the glass. I bent backwards and leaned back, holding myself up with one hand on the table behind. With the other hand, I took the bottle and slowly shoved it in to her cunt. It was a Burgundy style bottle, which means it gradually tapered from the top to the middle, where it was full round, rather than Bordeaux style, where it has a thin neck about 3 inches long and then quickly rounds out to its full width. The top of a wine bottle is about an inch wide, and about six inches down, it is about 2 or 2.5 inches wide. That's where I inserted the bottle to. Winona was exploding. She was shuddering, screaming, helping with the bottle, fingering her clit, you name it. We fucked like that for about another minute, during which Winona had a large peak. Once I saw she was coming down, I pulled out and started stroking. She was still laying with her back on the counter, grinding her hips. My first shot flew out and hit the wall past her head. The second one arced onto her breasts and stomach. I aimed the third shot at her cunt. It smacked against her lips. I was coming pretty hard. I had a sudden fascination with cumming in all her holes, so I pressed into her cunt briefly, and let out my fourth and fifth shots. I pulled out, and the sixth one came out as I was aiming for her ass. I pushed up against her anus, and let out a few more spurts, before pushing hilt deep into her ass and unloading the rest of my cum. I gently pumped her ass a little, with my now dying penis. She was breathing hard but making contented sounds. She had rubbed the cum that landed on her tits all over them while I was making my rounds delivering come elsewhere. "So you nailed me in every hole." "So I did." "That was something else." "Yeah." We let out some deep breaths. "So, how do I taste?" she asked. "Full bodied, rich, a bit plummy…" We both looked at the bottle of 1961 Latour, half-full. "Want some more wine, Roberto?" she asked with a grin. "You bet!" |
80,207 | The Contract | _______________ hereby irrevocably agrees, willingly or unwillingly, that they have become the property of the bearer of this CONTRACT, hereinafter referred to as the OWNER.
The aforementioned property agrees that they shall no longer be a he but shall accept a feminine name given by the bearer of this CONTRACT. Subsequent owners may at their discretion change the property's feminine name. Regardless of the property's name, they will also respond to such terms of endearment as she, her, bitch, whore, ho, slut, cunt, woman, girl, and others.
The aforementioned cunt shall henceforth refer to their anus as their pussy, cunt, twat and similar.
The aforementioned whore agrees and consents to their owner's use of their pussy at any time and any place and with any frequency their owner chooses.
The aforementioned ho further agrees that they will suck their owner's cock at any time, place and frequency they wish.
Except that, the owner agrees to fuck their bitch and/or cause their whore to give them a blowjob as often as they are physically capable. If the owner loses interest in their bitch's pussy or mouth, or for any other reason loses interest, they will sell the bitch to someone else who wants to ensure the cunt has plenty of dick and provide the new owner with this CONTRACT. The sale may be at auction or for merchandise or money, which shall belong exclusively to the prior owner in consideration for their bitch. The whore shall not be entitled to a share of their sale price.
The aforementioned property also provides prior consent to their owner to permit anyone they choose the use of their pussy or to obtain a blowjob from their bitch at any time or place of their choosing.
The aforementioned property further provides prior consent for their owner to trade their pussy or blowjobs for merchandise or money at their choosing, the bitch agrees herewith that any merchandise or money collected for the use of their pussy or mouth belongs exclusively to their owner and they are not entitled to any compensation.
Regardless of who is fucking them or whose dick they are sucking, the bitch will make every effort to project enthusiasm and express enjoyment. Further, they will express desire for their owner and cause other men to believe that they can't get enough of their owner's cock. They further agree that their public humiliation by their owner may enhance their standing with their peers and consent to whatever humiliation their owner deems appropriate.
Except, the owner agrees to provide their property with feminine attire, including but not limited to panties, mini skirts, halter tops, etc., and further agrees to provide their whore with feminine hormones and to compel them to take them, willingly or unwillingly.
The aforementioned property agrees to dress in feminine attire and take feminine hormones and otherwise present as feminine appearance as possible and to the satisfaction of their owner.
The Bitch shall remove and keep themselves from hair below the eyebrows. Except that they shall not trim or cut the hair on their head without their owner's express permission.
In addition, they will not cut their fingernails without their owner's express consent.
The owner may also cause their bitch to be castrated and otherwise surgical enhancement to improve their feminine appearance and the bitch hereby gives their express and irrevocable consent.
___________________ (sign) The Bitch
___________________ (sign) Witness 1
___________________ (sign) Witness 2 |
6,882 | The Darkside: USAN FAQ | ---------------------------
The Darkside Universe FAQ
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FAQ Version: 0.12c
FAQ Updated: 7/26/98
Covering up to Episode: USAN 12.
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
=======================================================================
I. Darkside's Motto and Theme.
1. What is the Motto for the Darkside Stories?
2. What is the Theme of the Darkside Stories?
II. About the Author.
1. Who is KTM?
2. What does she have to do with this 'Eileen Stone' person?
3. What are her favorite kinds of stories?
4. What are her favorite kinds of erotic stories?
5. Why is KTM writing the Darkside Stories?
6. Does she write any other kinds of Fiction?
7. How can I contact the author?
8. Where can I find the Stories?
III. About the Stories.
1. Does KTM just 'wing' the stories, or is there a plan?
2. Has the plan been altered?
3. What are the mini-stories?
4. Will the stories be published?
5. What are the planned episodes and Volumes?
6. Can anyone write fiction based in the Darkside?
7. Can I draw fan art based in the series?
IV. About the World of the Darkside.
1. Who are the characters in the different Volumes?
2. What can the Power Team members do?
3. What are the Towers?
4. What is Imperial Law?
5. What are some of the Codes?
6. What is the Imperial Justice system?
7. What's the deal with these Observers?
V. About the Observers.
1. What is the Rod?
2. Huh? A what-laced whosit?
3. And it was sent by whom?
4. So what are Master Types?
5. Who are the Observers? ["Ugly", Rider, & Kruegar]
6. What is Ultra Energy?
7. What is the Multiverse?
8. Why was the Rod placed on the Darkside?
9. What about Rebecca?
10. What is The Experiment?
11. Why are the Observers off-limits?
VI. Q & A section.
1. Author's questions for the reader.
2. Questions from readers; answered.
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I. Darkside's Motto and Themes.
(1) What is the Motto for the Darkside Stories?
To Quote from Nicolo Machiaveli's "The Prince", 1513 C.E.:
"There is nothing more difficult to plan, more doubtful of
success nor more dangerous to manage than the creation of
a new system. For the initiator has the enmity of all who
would profit by the preservation of the old institutions
and merely lukewarm defenders in those who would gain by
the new ones. The hesitation of the latter arises in part
from the fear of their adversaries, who have the laws on
their side, and in part from the general skepticisism of
mankind which does not really believe in an innovation
until experience proves it's value. So it happens that
whenever his enemies have occasion to attack the innovator
they can do with the passion of partisans while the others
defened him sluggishly, so that the innovator and party
are alike vulnerable."
(2) What is the Theme of the Darkside Stories?
An exploration of the concepts of "good" and "evil" in an
atmosphere that doesn't shy away from the sexual elements of those
concepts. The attempt is to see how the definitions can change
according to the context. Or, as an astute reader said: "a synergy
between relativistic good and evil".
II. About the Author.
(1) Who is KTM?
KTM are the initials (sorta) of the author of the Darkside series.
It is the way she signs the drawings she does for her own pleasure.
She uses her initials because she wants to publish professionally
someday in the "straight" fiction field.
(2) What does she have to do with this 'Eileen Stone' person?
"Eileen Stone" is the pseudonym/handle that KTM uses on her
ANSI BBS, The MultiVersal Dreams. That's where she posts the
stories to Usenet.
(3) What are her favorite kinds of stories?
She prefers to read Science Fiction and Fantasy stories, but isn't
afraid of trying other genres if they're well written.
(4) What are her favorite kinds of erotic stories?
She likes Science Fiction and Fantasy erotica, as well. However,
she doesn't turn away any sexy story if it has a good plot, well
described characters, and displays a good command of the language
(and basic text formatting).
(5) Why is KTM writing the Darkside Stories?
KTM loves to write, and wants to do so professionally. She writes
the Darkside series in order to hone her craft. It's her first try
at erotica, and it's her way of giving something back to the USENET
alt.sex.stories.* hierarchy from which she has derived much enjoyment
and inspiration.
(6) Does she write any other kinds of Fiction?
She does write short stories and is working on a novel or three in
the Science Fiction and Fantasy genres (big surprise, there).
(7) How can I contact the author?
You can mail the author at: [email protected], this
account is checked at least once daily.
There is a mailing list at DRKLIST <[email protected]>
Send a message to [email protected], with a Subject of
SUBSCRIBE DRKLIST, and nothing needed in the body.
To unsubscribe send a message to the address with a Subject of
UNSUBSCRIBE DRKLIST, and nothing needed in the body.
An auto-response should be generated to you, and a rules file
(the latest copy of this FAQ) should be sent as well.
If you have any problems with this procedure, mail the address
above.
(8) Where can I find the Stories?
[PLEASE! Do NOT write and ask for any of the episodes. As a
rule KTM will not send them, as that would leave her liable if a
minor is on the other end of the mail. All you'll get is a form
letter that gives you the information that's included below...]
Most reliably, try the ASSTR archives for Stories and Art:
ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/The_World_of_The_Darkside/
Or, http://asstr.ml.org/mainframe.html
Try DejaNews under "Darkside: USAN". If the most recent database
doesn't show it, try the older one. Another way would be to search
for "Eileen Stone" and look for the alt.sex.* newsgroups.
Search the web for "Grey's Erotic Archive", currently located at:
http://www2.fenetre.co.uk/pyros/archive.htm. Look under the
"Paranormal" Category for Darkside.
And finally, check alt.sex.stories.moderated periodically.This is for the current Volume: The United States of Anarchy.
Vol: EP: Episode Title, [Notes]. * = Released on the net.
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USAN 01* The Boy in the Attic.
02* Indian Cavern.
03* Robert's Revenge.
04* The Dark Palace.
05* Gifts of Power.
06* Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned.
07* The Spreading Darkness, [1st Expansion: SW of Great Lakes].
08* She Blinded Me With Science.
09* A Little Power is a Dangerous Thing.
10* When the Cat's Away, the Mice will Play.
11* Within The Fist of Darkness, [2nd Expansion: NE America].
12* Braving The Fimbul Winter, [First Trucker Society].
13. Un-Pleasant Valley, [Post: Testifiers Mini].
14 The Slither-Thing, [Finally explained].
15. Green Eyed Wanderer.
16 The Charge Keeper, [Post: The Mage Clans Mini].
17 They're Coming to Take me Away, [Mind Control].
18 The Mystic Woods, [Second Trucker Society].
19 The White Tower, [Rebecca].
20 Imperial States of America, [3rd Expansion: USA].
USAN's aim was to show the pre-Imperial anarchy and how Robert
starts to tame it. The next Volume will be called the Imperial States
of America (ISAM) and will cover what America under the Empire is like,
and shows how he moves on the rest of the world. A third volume would
be Imperial Earth (IMER) and show what happens to the Darkside once
Robert gets his wish. What's next? Maybe the Empire will head for
the stars.
(6) Can anyone write fiction based in the Darkside?
Hmmmm. Perhaps later, when more is revealed. If you'd like to
do so, and you are using characters KTM invented, they will be
considered Alternate Histories and should be labeled as such. A
Story may be declared "Canon" if KTM decides that it fully fits in
the Story World. Secondly, The Observers themselves are off-limits
unless they are depicted in the act of Observing from the Bubble.
The Rod, however, is not off-limits.
(7) Can I draw fan art based in the series?
This would be welcome. If anyone wants to send the author their
drawings, feel free. Just be aware that by submitting the art, you are
granting permission for the work to be posted freely to the asstr site,
but that such submission doesn't constitute a guarantee that it *will*
be posted for whatever reason. The Characters are copyright of KTM,
but the Artwork will be copyright of the creator.
IV. About the World of the Darkside.
(1) Who are the characters in the different Volumes?
Vol: EP: Character, (Episode #) Further information, [Notes].
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USAN 1. Robbie Black, (2) Robert Black.
1. Mom, (3) Maggie Black.
1. Sissy, (3) Susan Black.
1. Wolf, (3) granted Power, [Morphed], (11) [Power Team].
1. Skull, (3) Deceased.
1. Bear, (3) Deceased.
1. Red, (3) Rodney, (3) Deceased.
2. Rod, The. [Item/Character].
4. Traci, (Kitten), [Morphed].
5. Jerry Conners (7) Blur, [Power Team].
5. Mr. Duncan, [Townie, from Winneshiek County].
5. Rebecca White, [White Power holder].
5. Slither-Thing, The. [???] (14) [More revealed].
6. "Ugly", Destructionist MT, [Observer].
6. Rider, Creationist MT: TM, [Observer].
6. Kruegar, Ultra-Entity, [Observer].
7. Titan, (9) Hank Dodds, (10) Stripped of his power.
7. General Stark. (11) Deceased.
7. Lt. Dan Jenners (10) Converted to the Empire. (12) Captain.
7. Mr. Miller, Iowa's Governor, [Iowa Administration].
7. Don Corello, Mafia, [Illinois Administration].
8. Liz Tyler, [Imperial Science Minister].
8. Mariko Michaelson, [Chemist].
9. Karen Fischer, Osprey, [Power Team].
9. Charity Jones, [Power Team].
9. Zechiel Peters, Teke, [Power Team].
9. Ali "Luke" Al-Raji, Sapphire, [Power Team].
9. Joanne Barrett, Lady Web, [Power Team].
9. Tim Melaui, Warp, [Power Team].
9. Paris Simmons, Seeker, [Power Team].
10. Alyssa, (4) Orphan, [Imperial Page].
11. Sergeant Brad Donovan, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Corporal Steven Leigh, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Corporal Benny "Mac" MacFee, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Private Doug Renes, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Private Kyle Simms, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Tom King, [Town Councilman].
11. Tanya King, [Tom King's daughter].
11. Carol King, [Tom King's niece].
12. Gary Miller, [Captain; Knights of the Open Road Society].
12. Candy Kane, [Member; K.O.R.S.].
12. Kieth Thomas, [Sheriff; Eagle, CO].
12. Sondra Eriks, [Healer].
(2) What can the Power Team members do?
Blur: A standard super speedster.
Titan: Super-strong and nearly invulnerable; a "brick". Dis-empowered.
Osprey: "Winged" flight & semi-invulnerable; slightly telekinetic.
Charity: Receptive and projective empathy; a Sensitive.
Teke: Telekinetic; levitates, lifts, shields, and shoves.
Sapphire: Controlled powered flight, & blue energy blasts.
Lady Web: Truth-teller & mind-linker; Not fully telepathic (yet).
Warp: Line-of-sight combat teleporter teen; with packet bombs. ;&>
Seeker: Long range, detailed clairvoyance; slightly precognitive.
[Wolf: Half-animal morph; strength, speed, & natural weapons.]
(3) What are the Towers?
They are colored Towers of the Black Palace that represent the
headquarters of different branches of the Imperial Government.
Whether they stand for the Administration, a Ministry, or Institute,
the branches will use the colored Towers as their symbol throughout
the Empire. [A Ministry is dedicated to the Control and Direction of
a thing, while an Institute is dedicated the Study and Propagation
of a thing.]
Vol: Ep: Tower: Function, Supervisor, [Notes].
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USAN 7 Black Administration Robert Black [Government].
8 Copper Science Ministry Liz Tyler [Science Research].
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19 White ?
(4) What is Imperial Law?
As post-Colonial American Law was based on British Common Law, the
Legal Code of the Empire is based on 'American Common Law'. This is
the foundation that Robert is using to govern his Empire. He changes
aspects of this Code as the situation seems to warrant, and is having
his decisions recorded for further reflection and application.
(5) What are some of the Codes?
Vol: Ep: Law Code: Status, [Notes].
----------------------------------------------------------------------
USAN 4. Indenturement: Legal, [Used to pay public or private Debts].
6. Drug use and sale: Legal, [Now, it's regular commerce].
6. Sex-acts, Consensual, for pay: Legal [Regular commerce].
6. Sex-acts, Consensual, *Any*: Legal.
6. Child Abuse, (under 12): Illegal, [Harshly punished].
10. Sex-acts, Non-consensual: Illegal, [Harsh punishments].
12. Abuse of Power by Military/LEOs: Illegal, [Harshly punished].
?
(6) What is the Imperial Justice system?
Not described yet. Soon. Some in Chapter 13, and probably #19.
(7) What's the deal with these Observers?
They are the Deus Ex Machina that explains why the Darkside's
history has diverged so radically from our own. They also provide a
larger point of view of the World. One from "outside of the box",
if you will. They provide a way to comment on the story from out of
its context.
V. About the Observers.
(1) What is the Rod?
It is a Meta-laced Destructionist artifact-weapon designed to
corrupt a mortal to darkness and to take his world with him.
(2) Huh? A what-laced whosit?
Meta. A term borrowed from Wizards of the Coast's RPG Supplement;
"The Primal Order". Used in this case to indicate a level of power
that is above that of the Godly 'Primal' energy. Above Meta is Ultra.
Magic/Psionics/Powers = Mortal level powers.
Primal = Godly. Mortal powers cannot affect them.
Meta = Master Types. Primals cannot affect them.
Ultra = Creators/Destructors. Meta powers cannot affect them.
(3) And it was sent by whom?
The Destructionist branch of the Master Types. Above the Gods
and beneath those that Create and Destroy all are the class of
beings that are in-between. Those who report to the Creative side
of Ultra are the Creationists. They are dedicated to the ideals of
Life, Order, and Anti-Entropy, but their execution is sometimes less
than perfect. Those opposed to them are the Destructionists; bent
on causing Death, Chaos and Entropy, and with a similar caveat as to
their performance.
(4) So what are Master Types?
Another borrowed term, this time from Michael Moorcock. In his
works it refers to a single godlike being who "represents" a kind
of animal. In the mythology of the stories, every kind of animal,
even humans, has a whole race of meta-powered beings to represent
them. The leader of each kind is called the Type Master, who is
the chief of their Type and Clan.
(5) Who are the Observers? ["Ugly", Rider, & Kruegar]
"Ugly": Don't quite know, yet. A non-humanoid Destructionist
Master Type, but not the Type Master of his kind.
Rider: The Hom (Humanoid) Type Master.
Kruegar: A lesser Ultra being in service to the Ultimate Powers.
(6) What is Ultra Energy?
The kind of energy possessed by the Ultimate Powers. They are the
Multiversal Creator, known as Lord Shadow, and 'His' (Its) opposite
and other face, Lord Kaos. Each Universal dimension in the Multiverse
has a piece of this energy as its Spark. Sometimes this is embodied
as a Universal Creator, who is the model for the chief God of every
mythos. Sometimes it is merely an abstract 'Force'.
Ultra power always assumes its opposite half. The Destructor's
goal is to bring the untimely end of everything, and serves the whole
by destroying what is unneeded.The Creative force brings new life and energy to what has been recycled. In a young Multiverse, the Creative force is the predominant, but inevitably, the Multiverse will wear down, succumb to Entropy, and Chaos will reign until the cycle begins anew.
(7) What is the Multiverse?
Go watch some Sliders. Every bit of Fiction, every single possibility is a distinct Dimensional Universe. The Multiverse is the sum of all the Universes. They are arranged by the Master Types by which power is predominant in them, whether the positive side or the negative kind. "Midpoint" is the theoretical middle point on this scale. It's where the balance shifts from one to the other. The clan with more of the scale on their side of Midpoint is the ascendant power. The Scale has Moebius properties as well.
Creation Destruction
|<-Inside | /////////////////////.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ | Outside->|
^ Midpoint
(8) Why was the Rod placed on the Darkside?
The Rod was an attempt to shift the dimension to the negative side of the scale, thereby shifting the Midpoint without a costly (and painful) battle. It was a tactical point in a cosmic turf war.
(9) What about Rebecca?
She was empowered by Creationists in order to try to counteract the influence of the Rod. A tactical counterpoint; far more subtle than the first.
(10) What is The Experiment?
This dimension has been declared "out-of-bounds" to both sides. An observing body of Creationists and Destructionists chaired by Kruegar has been appointed to oversee the results. They have shielded the Universe with an impenetrable, isolating bubble, and will occasionally comment on its progress from a Council room in a smaller bubble attached to the Shield.
(11) Why are the Observers off-limits?
Because KTM plans on using them in regular fiction someday, and needs to control their usage.
VI. Q & A section.
(1) Author's questions for the reader.
* What do you like or don't like about the stories?
* What kind of characters or situations would you like to see?
* What kind of sexual content are you looking for in the stories?
* What other kinds of reactions have you had to the stories?
* What do you see happening in the future of this world?
(2) Questions from readers; answered.
* Will Robert ever become a Good-Guy?
Kinda depends on your definition of "Good-Guy" now, doesn't it? From Robert's point of view, he is a good guy. Everything he does is because he believes it's the best choice to further what he perceives to be important and beneficial. He doesn't believe in any standard of morality other than his own conscience.
* Will Robert and Rebecca ever get together?
Now, that would be telling. :)
* Is Rebecca Robert's foil, or is it the other way around?
That has yet to be decided.
* Are full edit/rewrites planned after each Volume's completion?
Yes. It's a first release, that's already been through several, but a major edit is planned for the future.
Eileen Stone, #2 The MultiVersal Dreams BBS, [email protected] |
30,989 | The Darkside: USAN FAQ | ---------------------------
The Darkside Universe FAQ
---------------------------
FAQ Version: 0.12c
FAQ Updated: 7/26/98
Covering up to Episode: USAN 12.
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
=======================================================================
I. Darkside's Motto and Theme.
1. What is the Motto for the Darkside Stories?
2. What is the Theme of the Darkside Stories?
II. About the Author.
1. Who is KTM?
2. What does she have to do with this 'Eileen Stone' person?
3. What are her favorite kinds of stories?
4. What are her favorite kinds of erotic stories?
5. Why is KTM writing the Darkside Stories?
6. Does she write any other kinds of Fiction?
7. How can I contact the author?
8. Where can I find the Stories?
III. About the Stories.
1. Does KTM just 'wing' the stories, or is there a plan?
2. Has the plan been altered?
3. What are the mini-stories?
4. Will the stories be published?
5. What are the planned episodes and Volumes?
6. Can anyone write fiction based in the Darkside?
7. Can I draw fan art based in the series?
IV. About the World of the Darkside.
1. Who are the characters in the different Volumes?
2. What can the Power Team members do?
3. What are the Towers?
4. What is Imperial Law?
5. What are some of the Codes?
6. What is the Imperial Justice system?
7. What's the deal with these Observers?
V. About the Observers.
1. What is the Rod?
2. Huh? A what-laced whosit?
3. And it was sent by whom?
4. So what are Master Types?
5. Who are the Observers? ["Ugly", Rider, & Kruegar]
6. What is Ultra Energy?
7. What is the Multiverse?
8. Why was the Rod placed on the Darkside?
9. What about Rebecca?
10. What is The Experiment?
11. Why are the Observers off-limits?
VI. Q & A section.
1. Author's questions for the reader.
2. Questions from readers; answered.
=======================================================================
I. Darkside's Motto and Themes.
(1) What is the Motto for the Darkside Stories?
To Quote from Nicolo Machiaveli's "The Prince", 1513 C.E.:
"There is nothing more difficult to plan, more doubtful of
success nor more dangerous to manage than the creation of
a new system. For the initiator has the enmity of all who
would profit by the preservation of the old institutions
and merely lukewarm defenders in those who would gain by
the new ones. The hesitation of the latter arises in part
from the fear of their adversaries, who have the laws on
their side, and in part from the general skepticisism of
mankind which does not really believe in an innovation
until experience proves it's value. So it happens that
whenever his enemies have occasion to attack the innovator
they can do with the passion of partisans while the others
defened him sluggishly, so that the innovator and party
are alike vulnerable."
(2) What is the Theme of the Darkside Stories?
An exploration of the concepts of "good" and "evil" in an
atmosphere that doesn't shy away from the sexual elements of those
concepts. The attempt is to see how the definitions can change
according to the context. Or, as an astute reader said: "a synergy
between relativistic good and evil".
II. About the Author.
(1) Who is KTM?
KTM are the initials (sorta) of the author of the Darkside series.
It is the way she signs the drawings she does for her own pleasure.
She uses her initials because she wants to publish professionally
someday in the "straight" fiction field.
(2) What does she have to do with this 'Eileen Stone' person?
"Eileen Stone" is the pseudonym/handle that KTM uses on her
ANSI BBS, The MultiVersal Dreams. That's where she posts the
stories to Usenet.
(3) What are her favorite kinds of stories?
She prefers to read Science Fiction and Fantasy stories, but isn't
afraid of trying other genres if they're well written.
(4) What are her favorite kinds of erotic stories?
She likes Science Fiction and Fantasy erotica, as well. However,
she doesn't turn away any sexy story if it has a good plot, well
described characters, and displays a good command of the language
(and basic text formatting).
(5) Why is KTM writing the Darkside Stories?
KTM loves to write, and wants to do so professionally. She writes
the Darkside series in order to hone her craft. It's her first try
at erotica, and it's her way of giving something back to the USENET
alt.sex.stories.* hierarchy from which she has derived much enjoyment
and inspiration.
(6) Does she write any other kinds of Fiction?
She does write short stories and is working on a novel or three in
the Science Fiction and Fantasy genres (big surprise, there).
(7) How can I contact the author?
You can mail the author at: [email protected], this
account is checked at least once daily.
There is a mailing list at DRKLIST <[email protected]>
Send a message to [email protected], with a Subject of
SUBSCRIBE DRKLIST, and nothing needed in the body.
To unsubscribe send a message to the address with a Subject of
UNSUBSCRIBE DRKLIST, and nothing needed in the body.
An auto-response should be generated to you, and a rules file
(the latest copy of this FAQ) should be sent as well.
If you have any problems with this procedure, mail the address
above.
(8) Where can I find the Stories?
[PLEASE! Do NOT write and ask for any of the episodes. As a
rule KTM will not send them, as that would leave her liable if a
minor is on the other end of the mail. All you'll get is a form
letter that gives you the information that's included below...]
Most reliably, try the ASSTR archives for Stories and Art:
ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/The_World_of_The_Darkside/
Or, http://asstr.ml.org/mainframe.html
Try DejaNews under "Darkside: USAN". If the most recent database
doesn't show it, try the older one. Another way would be to search
for "Eileen Stone" and look for the alt.sex.* newsgroups.
Search the web for "Grey's Erotic Archive", currently located at:
http://www2.fenetre.co.uk/pyros/archive.htm. Look under the
"Paranormal" Category for Darkside.
And finally, check alt.sex.stories.moderated periodically.This is for the current Volume: The United States of Anarchy.
Vol: EP: Episode Title, [Notes]. * = Released on the net.
------------------------------------------------------------
USAN 01* The Boy in the Attic.
02* Indian Cavern.
03* Robert's Revenge.
04* The Dark Palace.
05* Gifts of Power.
06* Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned.
07* The Spreading Darkness, [1st Expansion: SW of Great Lakes].
08* She Blinded Me With Science.
09* A Little Power is a Dangerous Thing.
10* When the Cat's Away, the Mice will Play.
11* Within The Fist of Darkness, [2nd Expansion: NE America].
12* Braving The Fimbul Winter, [First Trucker Society].
13. Un-Pleasant Valley, [Post: Testifiers Mini].
14 The Slither-Thing, [Finally explained].
15. Green Eyed Wanderer.
16 The Charge Keeper, [Post: The Mage Clans Mini].
17 They're Coming to Take me Away, [Mind Control].
18 The Mystic Woods, [Second Trucker Society].
19 The White Tower, [Rebecca].
20 Imperial States of America, [3rd Expansion: USA].
USAN's aim was to show the pre-Imperial anarchy and how Robert
starts to tame it. The next Volume will be called the Imperial States
of America (ISAM) and will cover what America under the Empire is like,
and shows how he moves on the rest of the world. A third volume would
be Imperial Earth (IMER) and show what happens to the Darkside once
Robert gets his wish. What's next? Maybe the Empire will head for
the stars.
(6) Can anyone write fiction based in the Darkside?
Hmmmm. Perhaps later, when more is revealed. If you'd like to
do so, and you are using characters KTM invented, they will be
considered Alternate Histories and should be labeled as such. A
Story may be declared "Canon" if KTM decides that it fully fits in
the Story World. Secondly, The Observers themselves are off-limits
unless they are depicted in the act of Observing from the Bubble.
The Rod, however, is not off-limits.
(7) Can I draw fan art based in the series?
This would be welcome. If anyone wants to send the author their
drawings, feel free. Just be aware that by submitting the art, you are
granting permission for the work to be posted freely to the asstr site,
but that such submission doesn't constitute a guarantee that it *will*
be posted for whatever reason. The Characters are copyright of KTM,
but the Artwork will be copyright of the creator.
IV. About the World of the Darkside.
(1) Who are the characters in the different Volumes?
Vol: EP: Character, (Episode #) Further information, [Notes].
-------------------------------------------------------------
USAN 1. Robbie Black, (2) Robert Black.
1. Mom, (3) Maggie Black.
1. Sissy, (3) Susan Black.
1. Wolf, (3) granted Power, [Morphed], (11) [Power Team].
1. Skull, (3) Deceased.
1. Bear, (3) Deceased.
1. Red, (3) Rodney, (3) Deceased.
2. Rod, The. [Item/Character].
4. Traci, (Kitten), [Morphed].
5. Jerry Conners (7) Blur, [Power Team].
5. Mr. Duncan, [Townie, from Winneshiek County].
5. Rebecca White, [White Power holder].
5. Slither-Thing, The. [???] (14) [More revealed].
6. "Ugly", Destructionist MT, [Observer].
6. Rider, Creationist MT: TM, [Observer].
6. Kruegar, Ultra-Entity, [Observer].
7. Titan, (9) Hank Dodds, (10) Stripped of his power.
7. General Stark. (11) Deceased.
7. Lt. Dan Jenners (10) Converted to the Empire. (12) Captain.
7. Mr. Miller, Iowa's Governor, [Iowa Administration].
7. Don Corello, Mafia, [Illinois Administration].
8. Liz Tyler, [Imperial Science Minister].
8. Mariko Michaelson, [Chemist].
9. Karen Fischer, Osprey, [Power Team].
9. Charity Jones, [Power Team].
9. Zechiel Peters, Teke, [Power Team].
9. Ali "Luke" Al-Raji, Sapphire, [Power Team].
9. Joanne Barrett, Lady Web, [Power Team].
9. Tim Melaui, Warp, [Power Team].
9. Paris Simmons, Seeker, [Power Team].
10. Alyssa, (4) Orphan, [Imperial Page].
11. Sergeant Brad Donovan, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Corporal Steven Leigh, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Corporal Benny "Mac" MacFee, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Private Doug Renes, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Private Kyle Simms, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Tom King, [Town Councilman].
11. Tanya King, [Tom King's daughter].
11. Carol King, [Tom King's niece].
12. Gary Miller, [Captain; Knights of the Open Road Society].
12. Candy Kane, [Member; K.O.R.S.].
12. Kieth Thomas, [Sheriff; Eagle, CO].
12. Sondra Eriks, [Healer].
(2) What can the Power Team members do?
Blur: A standard super speedster.
Titan: Super-strong and nearly invulnerable; a "brick". Dis-empowered.
Osprey: "Winged" flight & semi-invulnerable; slightly telekinetic.
Charity: Receptive and projective empathy; a Sensitive.
Teke: Telekinetic; levitates, lifts, shields, and shoves.
Sapphire: Controlled powered flight, & blue energy blasts.
Lady Web: Truth-teller & mind-linker; Not fully telepathic (yet).
Warp: Line-of-sight combat teleporter teen; with packet bombs. ;&>
Seeker: Long range, detailed clairvoyance; slightly precognitive.
[Wolf: Half-animal morph; strength, speed, & natural weapons.]
(3) What are the Towers?
They are colored Towers of the Black Palace that represent the
headquarters of different branches of the Imperial Government.
Whether they stand for the Administration, a Ministry, or Institute,
the branches will use the colored Towers as their symbol throughout
the Empire. [A Ministry is dedicated to the Control and Direction of
a thing, while an Institute is dedicated the Study and Propagation
of a thing.]
Vol: Ep: Tower: Function, Supervisor, [Notes].
--------------------------------------------------------------------
USAN 7 Black Administration Robert Black [Government].
8 Copper Science Ministry Liz Tyler [Science Research].
?
19 White ?
(4) What is Imperial Law?
As post-Colonial American Law was based on British Common Law, the
Legal Code of the Empire is based on 'American Common Law'. This is
the foundation that Robert is using to govern his Empire. He changes
aspects of this Code as the situation seems to warrant, and is having
his decisions recorded for further reflection and application.
(5) What are some of the Codes?
Vol: Ep: Law Code: Status, [Notes].
----------------------------------------------------------------------
USAN 4. Indenturement: Legal, [Used to pay public or private Debts].
6. Drug use and sale: Legal, [Now, it's regular commerce].
6. Sex-acts, Consensual, for pay: Legal [Regular commerce].
6. Sex-acts, Consensual, *Any*: Legal.
6. Child Abuse, (under 12): Illegal, [Harshly punished].
10. Sex-acts, Non-consensual: Illegal, [Harsh punishments].
12. Abuse of Power by Military/LEOs: Illegal, [Harshly punished].
?
(6) What is the Imperial Justice system?
Not described yet. Soon. Some in Chapter 13, and probably #19.
(7) What's the deal with these Observers?
They are the Deus Ex Machina that explains why the Darkside's
history has diverged so radically from our own. They also provide a
larger point of view of the World. One from "outside of the box",
if you will. They provide a way to comment on the story from out of
its context.
V. About the Observers.
(1) What is the Rod?
It is a Meta-laced Destructionist artifact-weapon designed to
corrupt a mortal to darkness and to take his world with him.
(2) Huh? A what-laced whosit?
Meta. A term borrowed from Wizards of the Coast's RPG Supplement;
"The Primal Order". Used in this case to indicate a level of power
that is above that of the Godly 'Primal' energy. Above Meta is Ultra.
Magic/Psionics/Powers = Mortal level powers.
Primal = Godly. Mortal powers cannot affect them.
Meta = Master Types. Primals cannot affect them.
Ultra = Creators/Destructors. Meta powers cannot affect them.
(3) And it was sent by whom?
The Destructionist branch of the Master Types. Above the Gods
and beneath those that Create and Destroy all are the class of
beings that are in-between. Those who report to the Creative side
of Ultra are the Creationists. They are dedicated to the ideals of
Life, Order, and Anti-Entropy, but their execution is sometimes less
than perfect. Those opposed to them are the Destructionists; bent
on causing Death, Chaos and Entropy, and with a similar caveat as to
their performance.
(4) So what are Master Types?
Another borrowed term, this time from Michael Moorcock. In his
works it refers to a single godlike being who "represents" a kind
of animal. In the mythology of the stories, every kind of animal,
even humans, has a whole race of meta-powered beings to represent
them. The leader of each kind is called the Type Master, who is
the chief of their Type and Clan.
(5) Who are the Observers? ["Ugly", Rider, & Kruegar]
"Ugly": Don't quite know, yet. A non-humanoid Destructionist
Master Type, but not the Type Master of his kind.
Rider: The Hom (Humanoid) Type Master.
Kruegar: A lesser Ultra being in service to the Ultimate Powers.
(6) What is Ultra Energy?
The kind of energy possessed by the Ultimate Powers. They are the
Multiversal Creator, known as Lord Shadow, and 'His' (Its) opposite
and other face, Lord Kaos. Each Universal dimension in the Multiverse
has a piece of this energy as its Spark. Sometimes this is embodied
as a Universal Creator, who is the model for the chief God of every
mythos. Sometimes it is merely an abstract 'Force'.
Ultra power always assumes its opposite half. The Destructor's
goal is to bring the untimely end of everything, and serves the whole
by destroying what is unneeded.The Creative force brings new life and energy to what has been recycled. In a young Multiverse, the Creative force is the predominant, but inevitably, the Multiverse will wear down, succumb to Entropy, and Chaos will reign until the cycle begins anew.
(7) What is the Multiverse?
Go watch some Sliders. Every bit of Fiction, every single possibility is a distinct Dimensional Universe. The Multiverse is the sum of all the Universes. They are arranged by the Master Types by which power is predominant in them, whether the positive side or the negative kind. "Midpoint" is the theoretical middle point on this scale. It's where the balance shifts from one to the other. The clan with more of the scale on their side of Midpoint is the ascendant power. The Scale has Moebius properties as well.
Creation Destruction
|<-Inside | /////////////////////.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ | Outside->|
^ Midpoint
(8) Why was the Rod placed on the Darkside?
The Rod was an attempt to shift the dimension to the negative side of the scale, thereby shifting the Midpoint without a costly (and painful) battle. It was a tactical point in a cosmic turf war.
(9) What about Rebecca?
She was empowered by Creationists in order to try to counteract the influence of the Rod. A tactical counterpoint; far more subtle than the first.
(10) What is The Experiment?
This dimension has been declared "out-of-bounds" to both sides. An observing body of Creationists and Destructionists chaired by Kruegar has been appointed to oversee the results. They have shielded the Universe with an impenetrable, isolating bubble, and will occasionally comment on its progress from a Council room in a smaller bubble attached to the Shield.
(11) Why are the Observers off-limits?
Because KTM plans on using them in regular fiction some day, and needs to control their usage.
VI. Q & A section.
(1) Author's questions for the reader.
* What do you like or don't like about the stories?
* What kind of characters or situations would you like to see?
* What kind of sexual content are you looking for in the stories?
* What other kinds of reactions have you had to the stories?
* What do you see happening in the future of this world?
(2) Questions from readers; answered.
* Will Robert ever become a Good-Guy?
Kinda depends on your definition of "Good-Guy" now, doesn't it? From Robert's point of view, he is a good guy. Everything he does is because he believes it's the best choice to further what he perceives to be important and beneficial. He doesn't believe in any standard of morality other than his own conscience.
* Will Robert and Rebecca ever get together?
Now, that would be telling. :)
* Is Rebecca Robert's foil, or is it the other way around?
That has yet to be decided.
* Are full edit/rewrites planned after each Volume's completion?
Yes. It's a first release, that's already been through several, but a major edit is planned for the future.
Eileen Stone, #2 The MultiVersal Dreams BBS, [email protected] |
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119,119 | The Darkside Universe FAQ | ---------------------------
The Darkside Universe FAQ
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FAQ Version: 0.17
FAQ Updated: 02/07/2000
Covering up to Episode: USAN 17.
* Indicates new material since the previous FAQ.
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
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I. Darkside's Motto and Theme.
1. What is the Motto for the Darkside Stories?
2. What is the Theme of the Darkside Stories?
II. About the Author.
1. Who is KTM?
2. What does she have to do with this 'Eileen Stone' person?
3. What are her favorite kinds of stories?
4. What are her favorite kinds of erotic stories?
5. Why is KTM writing the Darkside Stories?
* 6. Does she write any other kinds of Fiction?
* 7. How can I contact the author?
* 8. Where can I find the Stories?
III. About the Stories.
* 1. Does KTM just 'wing' the stories, or is there a plan?
2. Has the plan been altered?
3. Will the stories be published?
4. What are the planned episodes and Volumes?
5. Can anyone write fiction based in the Darkside?
6. Can I draw fan art based in the series?
IV. About the World of the Darkside.
* 1. Who are the characters in the different Volumes?
2. What can the Power Team members do?
3. What are the Towers?
4. What is Imperial Law?
5. What are some of the Codes?
6. What is the Imperial Justice system (in a nutshell)?
7. What's the deal with these Observers?
V. About the Observers.
1. What is the Rod?
2. Huh? A what-laced whosit?
3. And it was sent by whom?
4. So what are Master Types?
5. Who are the Observers? ["Ugly", Rider, & Kruegar]
6. What is Ultra Energy?
7. What is the Multiverse?
8. Why was the Rod placed on the Darkside?
9. What about Rebecca?
10. What is The Experiment?
11. Why are the Observers off-limits?
VI. Q & A section.
1. Author's questions for the reader.
2. Questions from readers; answered.
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I. Darkside's Motto and Themes.
(1) What is the Motto for the Darkside Stories?
To Quote from Nicolo Machiaveli's "The Prince", 1513 C.E.:
"There is nothing more difficult to plan, more doubtful of
success nor more dangerous to manage than the creation of
a new system. For the initiator has the enmity of all who
would profit by the preservation of the old institutions
and merely lukewarm defenders in those who would gain by
the new ones. The hesitation of the latter arises in part
from the fear of their adversaries, who have the laws on
their side, and in part from the general skepticisism of
mankind which does not really believe in an innovation
until experience proves it's value. So it happens that
whenever his enemies have occasion to attack the innovator
they can do with the passion of partisans while the others
defend him sluggishly, so that the innovator and party
are alike vulnerable."
(2) What is the Theme of the Darkside Stories?
An exploration of the concepts of "good" and "evil" in an
atmosphere that doesn't shy away from the sexual elements of those
concepts. The attempt is to see how the definitions can change
according to the context. Or, as an astute reader said: "a synergy
between relativistic good and evil".
II. About the Author.
(1) Who is KTM?
KTM are the initials (sorta) of the author of the Darkside series.
It is the way she signs the drawings she does for her own pleasure.
She uses her initials because she wants to publish professionally
someday in the "straight" fiction field.
(2) What does she have to do with this 'Eileen Stone' person?
"Eileen Stone" is the pseudonym/handle that KTM uses online.
(3) What are her favorite kinds of stories?
She prefers to read Science Fiction and Fantasy stories, but isn't
afraid of trying other genres if they're well written.
(4) What are her favorite kinds of erotic stories?
She likes Science Fiction and Fantasy erotica, as well. However,
she doesn't turn away any sexy story if it has a good plot, well
described characters, and displays a good command of the language
(and basic text formatting).
(5) Why is KTM writing the Darkside Stories?
KTM loves to write, and wants to do so professionally. She writes
the Darkside series in order to hone her craft. It's her first try
at erotica, and it's her way of giving something back to the USENET
alt.sex.stories.* hierarchy from which she has derived much enjoyment
and inspiration.
*(6) Does she write any other kinds of Fiction?
She does write short stories and is working on a novel or three in
the Science Fiction and Fantasy genres (big surprise, there). She's
also in the Critters Online SF/F/H Workshop. She's won a couple of
online contests for her short stories that she's proud of.
*(7) How can I contact the author?
[email protected], [email protected], or ICQ #2117093.
*(8) Where can I find the Stories?
[PLEASE! Do *NOT* write and ask for any of the episodes. As a
rule KTM will *NOT* send them, as that would leave her liable if a
minor is on the other end of the mail. All you'll get is a form
letter that gives you the information that's included below...]
* First off, try the ASSTR archives for Stories and Art:
"ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/World_of_the_Darkside/" Some
author created artwork relating to the stories can be found there.
The Web version of the author's site can be found at
"http://www.asstr.org/~World_of_the_Darkside"
The author is pleased the Darkside Stories can be found at a
classy private archive called the Domain of Darkness, at:
"http://www.domainofdarkness.com/stories.html"
* Search the web for "The Grey Archive", currently located at:
"http://www.greyarchive.com" Look under the "Paranormal"
Category for the Darkside.
Try DejaNews under "Darkside: USAN". If the most recent database
doesn't show it, try the older one. Another way would be to search
for "Eileen Stone" and look for the alt.sex.* newsgroups.
And finally, check alt.sex.stories.moderated periodically.
III. About the Stories.
*(1) Does KTM just 'wing' the stories, or is there a Plan?
There is a detailed, overall plan in outline form, that carries
the stories not only through this Volume of 20 stories, but two more
besides. (Several Mini series were also in the plan, but it's doubtful
that she will get to them. Instead she will expand the current story
(like with #16) to give sufficient background. #13 will probably be
next elaborated on; the short version made the story suffer.) The plan
goes decades into the future, and covers the way the characters change
and grow. (Something that is considered vital by the author for a
good story.)
(2) Has the Plan been altered?
No. Things are progressing right on schedule. The Darkside was
first created as a freeform Role-playing game, with adult nuances.
Such an environment encourages character development. The stories
are not session by session, of course. A great deal of editing and
alteration was needed.
(3) Will the stories be published?
Unsure. Print publishers don't like to publish stories that can be
found for free on the net. The main Darkside storyline was KTM's
way of giving back to the net. She didn't write it with the
expectation that it be published, but she would be pleased if it was.
(4) What are the planned episodes and Volumes?
This is for the current Volume: The United States of Anarchy.
Vol: EP: Episode Title, [Notes]. * = Released on the net.
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USAN 01* The Boy in the Attic.
02* Indian Cavern.
03* Robert's Revenge.
04* The Dark Palace [Initial Control, Springfield, Iowa].
05* Gifts of Power.
06* Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned.
07* The Spreading Darkness, [1st Expansion: SW of Great Lakes].
08* She Blinded Me With Science, [Planning for the Future].
09* A Little Power is a Dangerous Thing.
10* When the Cat's Away, the Mice will Play.
11* Within The Fist of Darkness, [2nd Expansion: NE America].
12* Braving The Fimbul Winter, [First Trucker Society].
13* Un-Pleasant Valley, [Testifiers].
14* The Slither-Thing, [Finally explained].
15* Green Eyed Wanderer.
16* The Charge Keeper, a & b [The Mage Clans].
17. They're Coming to Take me Away, [Mind Control].
18 The Mystic Woods, [Second Trucker Society].
19 The White Tower, [Rebecca & Imperial Law].
20 Imperial States of America, [3rd Expansion: USA].
USAN's aim was to show the pre-Imperial anarchy, and how Robert
starts to tame it. The next Volume will be called the Imperial States
of America (ISAM), and will cover what America under the Empire is like,
and shows how he moves on the rest of the world. A third volume would
be Imperial Earth (IMER), and show what happens to the Darkside once
Robert gets his wish. What's next? Maybe the Empire will head for
the Stars.
(5) Can anyone write fiction based in the Darkside?
Hmmmm. Perhaps later, when more is revealed.If you'd like to do so, and you are using characters KTM invented, they will be considered Alternate Histories, and should be labeled as such. A Story may be declared "Canon" if KTM decides that it fully fits in the Story World. Secondly, The Observers themselves are off-limits unless they are depicted in the act of Observing from the Bubble. The Rod, however, is not off-limits.
(6) Can I draw fan art based in the series?
This would be welcome. If anyone wants to send the author their drawings, feel free. Just be aware that by submitting the art, you are granting permission for the work to be posted freely to the asstr site, but that such submission doesn't constitute a guarantee that it *will* be posted for whatever reason. The Characters are copyright of KTM, but the Artwork will be copyright of the creator.
IV. About the World of the Darkside.
(1) Who are the characters in the different Volumes?
Vol: EP: Character, (Episode #) Further information, [Notes].
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USAN 01. Robbie Black, (2) Robert Black.
01. Mom, (3) Maggie Black.
01. Sissy, (3) Susan Black.
01. Wolf, (3) granted Power, [Wolf Morphed], (11) [Power Team].
01. Skull, (3) Deceased.
01. Bear, (3) Deceased.
01. Red, (3) Rodney, (3) Deceased.
02. Rod, The. [Item/Character].
04. Traci, (Kitten), [Cat Morphed].
05. Jerry Conners (7) Blur, [Power Team].
05. Mr. Duncan, [Townie, from Winneshiek County, Iowa].
05. Rebecca White, [White Power holder].
05. Slither-Thing, The. [???] (14) [Revealed].
06. "Ugly", Destructionist MT, [Observer]. (14)
06. Rider, Creationist MT: TM, [Observer]. (14)
06. Kruegar, Ultra-Entity, [Observer]. (14)
07. Titan, (9) Hank Dodds, (10) Stripped of his power.
07. General Stark. (11) Deceased.
07. Lt. Dan Jenners (10) Converted to the Empire. (12) Captain.
07. Mr. Miller, Iowa's Governor, [Iowa Administration].
07. Don Corello, Mafia, [Illinois Administration].
08. Liz Tyler, [Imperial Science Minister].
08. Mariko Michaelson, [Chemist].
09. Karen Fischer, Osprey, [Power Team].
09. Charity Jones, [Power Team].
09. Zechiel (Zeke) Peters, Teke, [Power Team].
09. Ali "Luke" Al-Raji, Sapphire, [Power Team].
09. Joanne Barrett, Lady Web, [Power Team].
09. Tim Melaui, Warp, [Power Team].
09. Paris Simmons, Seeker, [Power Team].
10. Alyssa, (4) Orphan, (10) Abused by Titan, (14) Slither-Thing bait, [ex-Imperial Page].
11. Sergeant Brad Donovan, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Corporal Steven Leigh, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Corporal Benny "Mac" MacFee, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Private Doug Renes, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Private Kyle Simms, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Tom King, [Town Councilman].
11. Tanya King, [Tom King's daughter].
11. Carol King, [Tom King's niece].
12. Gary Miller, [Captain; Knights of the Open Road Society].
12. Candy Kane, [Member; K.O.R.S.].
12. Kieth Thomas, [Sheriff; Eagle, CO].
12. Sondra Eriks, Healer, (14) [Minister of Health, & Lady Healer].
13. Janelle Masters, [Winged Flyer].
13. Josh Masters, [Telekinetic Flyer].
13. Benjamin, [Charismatic Power].
13. Reverend Browne, [Fundamentalist Christian].
13. Gabriel, Michael, Uriel, Raphael, Israfel, Azrael, Sariel.
14. Tari Bates, Telepath, [Minister of Psionics].
14. Henry Black II, newborn son of Robert and Maggie.
15. Rodger ?, the Green Eyed Wanderer, [Gaea cursed].
15. Sasha, Rodger's daughter [And pregnant by him].
16. Elias Dusten, [The last Battery].
16. Brock and Mark Medford.
16. Justen St. Ives, and his gardener, Marge.
16. Joshua Cross and Hyacinth Storm, descendants of Elias.
* 17. Phillip Carmichael, [Mental Patient/Mind Controller].
* 17. Rex Harrison Timmons, [Mental Patient/Healer].
* 17. Christina Spenser, [Daughter of a Boston Senator].
(2) What can the Power Team members do? [] = Part-time member.
Blur: A standard super speedster, with a superhero complex.
Titan: Strong & nearly invulnerable; a "brick". Dis-empowered.
Osprey: "Winged" flight & semi-invulnerable; slight telekinesis.
Charity: Receptive and projective empathy; a Sensitive.
Teke: Telekinetic; levitates, lifts, shields, and shoves.
Sapphire: Controlled powered flight, & blue energy blasts.
Lady Web: Truth-teller & mind-linker; Not fully telepathic (yet).
Warp: Line-of-sight combat teleporter teen with packet bombs. ;&>
Seeker: Long range, detailed clairvoyance; slightly precognitive.
[Wolf: Half-animal morph; strength, speed, & natural weapons.]
(3) What are the Towers?
They are colored Towers of the Black Palace that represent the
Headquarters of different branches of the Imperial Government.
Whether they stand for the Administration, a Ministry, or Institute,
or both, the branches will use the colored Towers as their symbol
throughout the Empire. [A Ministry is dedicated to the Control and
Direction of a thing, while an Institute is dedicated the Study and
Propagation of a thing.]
Vol: Ep: Tower: Function, Supervisor, [Notes].
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USAN 07 Black Administration Robert Black [Government].
08 Copper Science Ministry Liz Tyler [Science Research].
14 Silver Mental Health Tari Bates [Psionic Institute]
14 Gold Ministry of Health Sondra Eriks [Healer Institute]
16 Blue Ministry of Magic Joshua Cross [Magic Institute].
[19 White Ministry of Justice Rebecca. -Forthcoming]
(4) What is Imperial Law?
As post-Colonial American Law was based on British Common Law, the
Legal Code of the Empire is based on 'American Common Law'. This is
the foundation that Robert is using to govern his Empire. He changes
aspects of this Code as the situation seems to warrant, and is having
his decisions recorded for future reflection and application.
Punishments are generally; overseen public service, or public works
(a chain gang). Severe punishments may merit death, immediately
delivered by the Justice at the end of the Accused's appeals.
Sometimes a more creative punishment will be crafted to fit the crime.
(5) What are some of the Codes?
Vol: Ep: Law Code: Status, [Notes]. (LEO=Law Enforcement Officer)
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USAN 4. Indenturement: Legal, [Used to pay public or private Debts].
6. Drug use and sale: Legal, [Now, it's regular commerce].
6. Sex-acts, Consensual, for pay: Legal [Regular commerce].
6. Sex-acts, Consensual, *Any*: Legal.
6. Child Abuse, (under 12): Illegal, [Harshly punished].
10. Sex-acts, Non-consensual: Illegal, [Harsh punishments].
12. Abuse of Power by Military/LEOs: Illegal, [Harshly punished].
13. Murder: Illegal, punishable.
13. Property Damage: Illegal, punishable.
13. Preliminary Court System established
14. Recognition of 'Sensitivity' as a mental condition.
17. Abuse of Power by Medical/Caregivers: Illegal, punishable.
?
(6) What is the Imperial Justice system (in a nutshell)?
Courts are presided over by a Justice. Major court officials are an
Accuser, functioning as Prosecutor, and an Advocate, functioning as the
Defense. Also a Truth-teller's or telepath's services are recommended
but the right of a witness not to testify under that service has been
affirmed. However, such unconfirmed testimony bears less 'weight' than
testimony that is truth-verified by Psionic or other means.
"Instant" appeals (taking no more than a few days) of guilty verdicts
are allowed, if NEW information not previously considered is available,
but a frivolous appeal will result in the severity of the sentence being
increased by each step of Appeal. Robert is the last step of the
Appellate process. He has the final word.
"Not a Court of Law, nor a Court of Fact, this is a Court of Truth."
-- Robert Black.
(7) What's the deal with these Observers?
They are the Deus Ex Machina that explains why the Darkside's
history has diverged so radically from our own. They also provide a
larger point of view of the World. One from "outside of the box",
if you will. They provide a way to comment on the story from out of
its context.
V. About the Observers.
(1) What is the Rod?
It is a Meta-laced Destructionist artifact-weapon designed to
corrupt a mortal to darkness, and to take his world with him.
(2) Huh? A what-laced whosit?
Meta. A term borrowed from Wizards of the Coast's RPG Supplement;
"The Primal Order". Used in this case to indicate a level of power
that is above that of the Godly 'Primal' energy. Above Meta is Ultra.
Magic/Psionics/Super Powers = Mortal level powers.
Primal = Godly. Mortal powers cannot affect them.
Meta = Master Types. Primals cannot affect them.
Ultra = Creators/Destructors. Meta powers cannot affect them.
(3) And it was sent by whom?
The Destructionist branch of the Master Types. Above the Gods
and beneath those that Create and Destroys all are the class of
beings that are in-between. Those who report to the Creative side
of Ultra are the Creationists. They are dedicated to the ideals of
Life, Order, and Anti-Entropy, but their execution is sometimes less
than perfect. Those opposed to them are the Destructionists; bent
on causing Death, Chaos and Entropy, and with a similar caveat as to
their performance.
(4) So what are Master Types?
Another borrowed term, this time from Michael Moorcock. In his
works it refers to a single godlike being who "represents" a kind
of animal.In the mythology of the stories, every kind of animal, even humans, has a whole race of meta-powered beings to represent them. The leader of each kind is called the Type Master, who is the chief of their Type and Clan.
(5) Who are the Observers? ["Ugly", Rider, & Kruegar]
"Ugly": Don't quite know yet. A non-humanoid Destructionist Master Type, but not the Type Master of his kind.
Rider: The Hom (Humanoid) Type Master.
Kruegar: A lesser Ultra being in service to the Ultimate Powers.
(6) What is Ultra Energy?
The kind of energy possessed by the Ultimate Powers. They are the Multiversal Creator, known as Lord Shadow, and 'Its' opposite and other face, Lord Kaos. Each Universal dimension in the Multiverse has a piece of this energy as its Spark. Sometimes this is embodied as a Universal Creator, who is the model for the chief God of every mythos. Sometimes it is merely an abstract 'Force'.
Ultra power always assumes its opposite half. The Destructor's goal is to bring the untimely end of everything, and serves the whole by destroying what is unneeded. The Creative force brings new life and energy to what has been recycled. In a young Multiverse, the Creative force is the predominant, but inevitably, the Multiverse will wear down, succumb to Entropy, and Chaos will reign until the cycle begins anew.
(7) What is the Multiverse?
Go watch some Sliders. Every bit of Fiction, every single possibility is a distinct Dimensional Universe. The Multiverse is the sum of all the Universes. They are arranged by the Master Types by which power is predominant in them, whether the positive side or the negative kind. "Midpoint" is the theoretical middle point on this scale. It's where the balance shifts from one to the other. The clan with more of the scale on their side of Midpoint is the ascendant power. The Scale has Moebius properties as well.
Creation Destruction
|<-"Inside"|/////////////////////.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\|"Outside"->|
^ Midpoint
(8) Why was the Rod placed on the Darkside?
The Rod was an attempt to shift the dimension to the negative side of the scale, thereby shifting the Midpoint without a costly (and painful) battle. It was a tactical point in a cosmic turf war.
(9) What about Rebecca?
She was empowered by Creationists in order to try to counteract the influence of the Rod. A tactical counterpoint; far more subtle than the first.
(10) What is The Experiment?
The dimension has been declared "out-of-bounds" to both sides. An observing body of Creationists and Destructionists chaired by Kruegar has been appointed to oversee the results. They have shielded the Universe with an impenetrable, isolating bubble, and will occasionally comment on its progress from a Council room in a smaller bubble attached to the Shield.
(11) Why are the Observers off-limits?
Because KTM plans on using them in regular fiction someday, and needs to control their usage.
VI. Q & A section.
(1) Author's questions for the reader.
* What do you like or don't like about the stories?
* What kind of characters or situations would you like to see?
* What kind of sexual content are you looking for in the stories?
* What other kinds of reactions have you had to the stories?
* What do you see happening in the future of this world?
(2) Questions from readers; answered.
Will Robert ever become a Good-Guy?
Kinda depends on your definition of "Good-Guy" now, doesn't it? From Robert's point of view, he *is* a good guy. Everything he does is because he believes it's the best choice to further what he perceives to be important and beneficial. He doesn't believe in any standard of morality other than his own conscience.
Will Robert and Rebecca ever get together?
Now, that would be telling. :)
Is Rebecca Robert's foil, or is it the other way around?
That has yet to be decided.
Are full edit/rewrites planned after each Volume's completion?
Yes. It's a first release, that's already been through several, but a major, comprehensive edit is planned for the future. |
1,412 | Hypno Celeb 18: Winona Ryder and Samantha Mathis | "Listen to this. 'Probably the only two people in Hollywood who are more alike than Winona Ryder and Samantha Mathis are James Coburn and Lee Marvin.'"
"Isn't Lee Marvin dead?"
"Since when has that stopped a good soundbite?"
One had to admit there was a similarity between Winona Ryder and Samantha Mathis. They were about the same height with thin bodies that appeared not to have developed too much since puberty. They both had black hair cut extremely short and attractive features that had earned both the "pixie" label. They were lounging in a suite of a Los Angeles hotel, rehearsing for an upcoming film together. Winona wore a simple pair of jeans with a white shirt. Samantha had on a pair of slacks and a red long-sleeved shirt.
Winona read more of the entertainment section of her paper as she ate the last part of her lunch at a long table. "It's got a complete rundown on us, from Christian Slater to the types of films we've worked in."
"Please tell me it doesn't mention *Super Mario Bros.*," Samantha said. She sat on the couch, finishing a hamburger.
"Don't feel bad. It also mentions *Boys*," Winona replied. She put the paper down and finished off her salad. "So, what'd you think of Christian's kissing?"
"Well, I don't have the wide range of knowledge you do, but I didn't think it was too bad."
"I place him slightly above Lukas Haas, but Daniel-Day Lewis is another story."
Before the two could continue, there was a knock on the door. Getting up, Winona walked over and opened it. Standing on the other side was a handsome young man in a biking outfit, sans helmet which allowed Winona to see his short blond hair. "Hi, I'm Chuck," he said. "I was told to deliver this to you and Ms. Mathis." He held a pair of small wrapped packages out. Curious, Winona took it and began to close the door. "Excuse me," Chuck said. "But I was told to wait until you opened them. I don't know why, but those were the instructions."
By now, Winona and Samantha's curiosity was aroused. They sat down next to each other on the couch and unwrapped the packages. Inside each was a box with a hinged top to it. Simultaneously, the two young women lifted up the lids and looked inside. Instantly, they were blinded by a light flashing right into their eyes. It came from a small disk inside the box which flashed out a multi-colored strobe light into their faces. Their attention instantly captured, Winona and Samantha stared at the disks as the colors washed over their faces.
The two were so enraptured by the disks, they didn't notice Chuck walking further into the room. He swiftly closed the blinds, darkening the room and picked up the phone. Glancing at the couch, Chuck could see the two starlets staring at the disks, their facial muscles relaxing. Sure they weren't paying attention to him, Chuck dialed a number. He didn't even have to wait before it was picked up. "Marv? It's working. Son of a bitch, it's actually working. Those drugs you put in their food really did the trick. Yeah, the subliminals in the disks are doing the trick too. I'm telling you, man, these two are already under. So, you've got the hook-up to the camera set? Great. Sit back and watch the show, buddy."
Hanging up the phone, Chuck turned back to the couch. Winona and Samantha were slightly slumped over, their gazes still fixed on the disks, the strobing lights throwing waves of color onto their blank faces. Gently, Chuck reached over and thumbed a switch on the boxes, turning them off. "Look at me, girls," he commanded. The two fixed their dulled gazes at him. "Winona, Samantha, from now on you'll do whatever I tell you to do, without hesitation. Anything I ask. Isn't that true?"
"..Yes.." The two replied softly.
"Good. Now, stand up and follow me to the bedroom." Chuck led the way as the two rose and followed him with robotic steps, their faces unwavering from his back. Chuck walked into the room and glanced toward the security camera on the wall. If Marv was doing things right, it was recording everything. Chuck quickly undressed, showing off his muscular body. Nude, he fell onto the bed, gazing at the two women who stood swaying before him. "Girls, you are both feeling so excited right now. So excited and so horny. Very horny. It's been a long time since you last fucked girls, and you need it bad. You want it bad. Now, take off all your clothes." He lay back on the bed as the two disrobed.
The similarities between the two remained even when they were nude. A teenager's body for each of them with small breasts, thin hips and nice, smooth legs. The brown patches in between their legs were as dark as the hair on their scalps and Chuck could see them both beginning to shake with excitement. "Come over here, girls. Rid yourself of all inhibitions and come over here. Indulge yourselves." The two crawled onto the bed. Chuck took one with each arm and pulled them to him. He kissed Winona first, then Samantha and was answered with ferocity.
He pulled Winona to him first, moving down her body kissing both of her pert breasts. His cock was already rock hard when he shoved it into her pussy, eliciting a moan. He started slowly, moving himself in and out of her, settling into a tempo that had her groaning. Samantha pulled herself onto Winona, placing her clit right over her mouth. Winona stuck out her tongue and began lapping at Samantha's clit. She kept her rhythm even with Chuck's, sticking her tongue in as he pushed his cock into her. With double pleasure filling her, Winona soon orgasmed, buckling as Chuck came in her. Seconds later, Samantha's cum spilled onto her face, where it was quickly licked up.
The three disengaged and moved into another position. Samantha got onto her hands and knees as Chuck moved his dripping cock into her ass. She gasped as he entered her, driving her forward. Winona lay before Samantha, her clit exposed and open. Chuck began thrusting himself into Samantha, pushing himself into her. Samantha leaned forward, intensity flowing through her. She placed her mouth over Winona's clit and began eating at it. She was pushed further in as Chuck rammed her then out as he pulled back. It was an odd rhythm, feeding the pleasure of all three of them. Chuck shot his wad into Samantha, who gasped in ecstasy. That left her mouth open just in time to catch the juices spilling out of the dark patch of her co-star.
Chuck withdrew from Samantha and reached towards Winona. He wanted to enjoy every minute of this and he knew he didn't have much time left. Marv would be up any minute for his turn. |
98,753 | Shy - Part 8 - Jasmine | 'You want a ride home?' I asked her as we walked into the parking lot together.
'Um, it's okay, I can walk.'
'It's right on my way, and those heels can't be comfortable to walk in,' I reasoned, looking appreciatively up and down her legs. I could see that she agreed with me, it was just the principle of it.
'Okay, if you're sure it's no trouble.'
I smiled my sweetest smile. 'It's no trouble at all.' It was, but it would be worth it. I opened my car door for her, and she climbed in, giving me a good glimpse of thigh as she slipped into the seat. I walked around to the other side of the car and slid into the driver's seat. I started the engine and pulled out of the lot.
'So,' I said as I drove, 'how's your boyfriend?'
'Oh, you know, typical male, always wanting something, never giving anything back. We're going through an "off" period where we're supposed to be taking time apart.'
'Right. Think it'll help?'
'Not likely, I'm sure he's screwing the bimbo on the top floor of his building.' Her eyes were downcast, and she looked uncomfortable, as though she didn't want to reveal this much information, but couldn't help it.
'You know,' I said soothingly, 'He's probably not worth it. I'm real easy to talk to. I've had my share of problems.'
'Yeah, I've heard you get around,' she said jokingly.
'You want a piece then?' I said casually and looked at her reaction. By the look on her face, I could tell I had shocked her, but beneath that was something more. A flicker of hope grew in me.
'That was the turning for my street,' she said, avoiding the subject.
I turned the car into a cul-de-sac and killed the engine. I undid my seatbelt and turned to look at her.
'Wha...' she started to say, before I silenced her with my mouth, pressing my lips firmly against hers. Her eyes opened wide and then fluttered closed as my tongue slid over her lips. I closed mine too, and her lips parted, allowing me to press my tongue into her mouth. My hand reached up to the back of her neck and pulled her hair free from the band that held it. It cascaded softly around her face and brushed against my cheek as I kissed her. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. I could smell her perfume, her shampoo, her moisturizer. She was real and in my arms. Then reality slammed down on her. She pulled back and pushed me away.
'I'm not gay!' She said defiantly.
'I know that, I never said you were.'
'Then why the hell did you kiss me?' Her eyes flashed angrily.
I cocked my head to one side. 'Because you wanted me to.' Ever the logical one.
She looked perplexed. 'I didn't though.'
'Liar.'
She undid her seatbelt and opened the door. Her cute little ass bounced its way out of my car. I bolted out of my door and moved quickly to meet her by the hood of the car. I took hold of her arm and pulled her to face me.
'Tell me you don't want me.' My voice was filled with passion now.
'I don't want you.' Her voice trembled. I didn't believe her. I'd seen this before.
'You know where my house is, don't you?' I moved to plan B. She nodded.
'Good. I'll be home tonight and tomorrow morning. Think about it. If you change your mind, come and knock on my door. I don't care what time it is. I'm not going to push you, but I really think you're lying.'
'I just, I don't think I'm ready for this. I mean... I've looked at you and people have said things about you swinging both ways. I guess I never believed them. I guess I was always curious because none of the things I heard were... bad. I just don't think I'm gay.' She was struggling with this.
'Even if you aren't, there's a really good way to know. I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I don't want you, because I do. I'm just saying that if you want me, then you know where I live. If you cut through that alleyway, you'll be right at your house.' I leaned in and kissed her gently on the mouth. Her tongue responded briefly, and then she was walking away.
I watched her go and stepped back into my car, driving the short distance home quickly. I walked into my bedroom and slipped out of my dress. I sat heavily on my bed and lay back against the blue pillows. I stared up at the ceiling and sighed heavily. I licked my lips and tasted the tiniest bit of blood. The cut there had opened slightly. It didn't hurt; it just made me remember. This was a rare time for me. My house. My sanctuary. I didn't spend a whole lot of time here. My thoughts turned to the brunette. Close, but yet so far. I wasn't going to force the issue. I knew girls like her, had been one once. I knew full well she'd come around. She was curious. Besides, the whole playing hard to get thing had been a bit of a turn-on.
I was caressing my breasts before I realized I was doing it. Playfully pulling at the nipples, making them hard and tingly. I slid my fingers under the flimsy fabric of my bra and felt the gentle tightening of skin around my nipples rising into firm points. I undid the front clasp and pulled off my bra, tossing it to the floor. I ran both hands down from my neck, over my breasts and across my belly, slipping my fingers under the waistband of my panties and tracing over the smooth skin below. I stripped off my underwear and crossed the room, feeling my tits bounce free as I walked. I picked up my favorite strawberry moisturizer from my desk and returned to my bed. I flipped the cap off and squeezed the light pink cream down my body. I drew a line from my neck to just above my pussy and squeezed another blob onto each breast. I recapped the tube and put it next to me on the bed.
I ran my hands over my breasts, feeling the cool goo ooze through my fingers. The scent of ripe strawberries washed over me, and I felt my body start to tingle. I kneaded and played with my breasts, sighing gently at the luxury of smoothing the cream over my skin. I rubbed lower, across my belly and down to my pussy, my skin soft there, rapidly absorbing the moisturizer. I ran a hand over my center, juice from my pussy mingling with the cream, making me completely slick. My pussy started to ache. I was worked up by now, no brunette to play with. I dipped a wet finger into my hole, feeling my inner walls soft and hot. My touch made me ache even more, and I slid my other hand down to tease my clit while I finger-fucked myself. I rubbed in little circles around my clit, which was harder by now. I jerked my finger out of my pussy and switched hands, this time putting two fingers in. My hips moved in time with my fingers as my right hand flew over my clit. I gasped and moved faster, a blush of red creeping up across my breasts as I grew hotter and started to pant.
I pushed my fingers in and out of myself, my juice creeping out of me, spreading all around my pussy and onto my thighs. I moaned and lost control, moving fast and hard, pushing myself further and further into pleasure. I cried out as I came, arching my back hard with my fingers buried as deep as they could go inside me. My hand left my clit and gripped the bed sheets as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. I moaned again and lay flat back down, panting hard. I could feel my pulse throbbing at my center, and I lay there, fingers inside me. I felt better, much better. I rolled onto my side and curled up. My body started to cool down, and I closed my eyes, resting, peaceful. |
101,165 | Christmas Magic 2010 1 Prudence | 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all around the world were lovely ladies in lace and nightgowns. Some were quite naughty, with plenty of nerve. This story is about them getting what they deserve!
Miss Prudence Minter will be our first subject for this story series. What has she done wrong? For the most part, she's one of those annoying grown-up tattletales. She turned in a neighbor for not getting a building permit for a very small project. She reported a second neighbor for not collecting sales tax at a yard sale. She actually phones the police when she sees a car at a parking meter that has expired. You get the idea. All of her neighbors have endured her attitude at one time or another, multiple times in fact, so all of them will benefit.
Miss Minter was awake when Saint Nicholas arrived. He swept in through her chimney, and she was so happy to see him. "Santa Claus! You're really here!"
He made a show of checking his list, "Prudence Minter?"
She nodded happily, in anticipation of a gift. She had mailed him a long list of goodies she wanted. Instead, though, he shook his head, "You've been a naughty girl this year, Prudence."
"Wh-what?"
"I'm afraid that bad girls like you don't get presents."
"I'm going to get coal?"
"No, I'm starting a new program. Coal you would just throw away and complain about. This memory will last." His eyes wandered up and down her nightgown-clad body. It wasn't really revealing or even sexy, but she still looked quite lovely in it. Naughty she may have been, but she was enticing all the same. Strawberry blonde hair that she had in a long ponytail, her face was a collection of pretty features that could very easily adopt a sour, wide-eyed expression. Her body was a fairly slender one, but it had very evident, graceful curves, especially at the legs and hips. Santa Claus snapped his fingers (quite a feat in his gloves), and the magic began. From his bag, several of his elves rushed out and grabbed a hold of the naughty Miss Minter.
"What? What's going on?" Though they were no more than two feet tall, an elf at each ankle and each wrist held her tightly enough that she couldn't move. Another pair of elves grabbed the hem of her nightgown and lifted it. "Hey! Don't do that! Stop!" But they didn't stop. The nightgown kept lifting, and her pretty blonde bush was bared. "AAH! Cover me back up! Right now!" That didn't happen, of course. Her breasts popped out from under the nightgown as it lifted, real nice ones with soft pink nipples and a firm bounciness as she struggled to be free from the elves. With a magical swoosh, her nightgown was off without the elves even having to let go of her arms. She looked down at herself, then at each elf, all smiling greedily, then at Saint Nick himself, who had a happy smile that seemed more appropriate to milk and cookies than tits and pussy. She wondered, "Is this really happening?"
"It's about to get more real, Prudence," Santa told her. "Let's give some Christmas cheer to your neighbors." "What do you mean?"
"A body that pretty and naughty should be put on public display." In moments, they had her outside in the chilly night air. The elves brought her to the front of her porch. Christmas ribbons flew from Santa's bag and secured her in place, arms spread and legs slightly apart. Santa assured her, "On this magical night, you will not freeze, but you sure will shiver from exposure, both to snowy cold and to curious eyes."
"No! Santa! Don't leave me here like this!"
The elves rushed back to the bag, then with a wave, Santa rose through the air back to his sled. The sound of the sleigh bells flying away was the worst thing Prudence Minter had ever heard. "Come back! I'm naked! Hey!" She squirmed and struggled, but the ribbon was unbreakable. There she was, stripped naked and tied up in full view of her neighborhood. For a long while, she was out there alone, feeling the cold and trying not to shiver at all. From out of his window, though, her neighbor Paul noticed her. She saw him stare out of his window and then disappear. "Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. At least I'll be untied though."
"What happened to you, Prudence?" he said when he got to her, smiling wide.
"Look somewhere else!"
"But what happened?" His goofy grin and wide eyes were still taking in every bit of her naked body.
"I was naughty, and now Santa Claus tied me up out here! Untie me! Please?"
"Is that a joke? Have you forgotten the dent you left in my car? That you never paid for? Or the time you called the police about my party? Or when you turned me in for having a license plate two days overdue? I'll be back in a little bit. With a camera."
"What? Don't you dare! Hey! Get back here!" Her breasts quivered with her rage as she watched him rush off. She waited with heat in her eyes and a sinking feeling in her stomach. She waited a while before Paul showed back up, camera in hand.
"What took you so long?"
"I had to call Glenn and Marty and Delbert and Norm and Chuck."
"What? NO!" The thought of all of her male neighbors getting in on this show was too much. Then, Paul put his camera to his eye. "NO! Don't take pictures! You can't! AAAaaAAA!!!" He clicked away, taking snapshots of her beautiful, bound nudity.
From the edge of the lawn came another voice, "Hey Paul!"
"Hey Chuck, come look at this!"
"Damn! You got some nice tits, Prudence!"
"Shut up!" she screamed. "Stop looking! Oh no, you've got a camera too?!" "So do we," said two more neighbors. "Damn! She really does have some nice tits. Look at how the cold makes those nipples stand right up."
"Nice pussy too," said another as he got up close to take a picture. "Gotta love that blonde bush."
Prudence wailed at that and stared around at all cameras that kept clicking pictures. By then, all of her neighbors, even the ones Paul hadn't called, were outside taking in the view with broad smiles. She shouted to no one in particular, "I wasn't this naughty, was I? Do I really deserve this?"
Just then, a group of twenty-five Christmas carolers arrived, but upon seeing the sexy naked, ribbon-bound beauty, they stayed silent in respectful awe. Then, of course, the cheers and appraisals began. Prudence was subjected to the naked humiliation of this crowd for over an hour before the ribbons slipped off magically and let her run back inside, where she huddled up and vowed to never be naughty again. |
103,234 | Rules | 'Twas the night before Christmas. Wait, no, wrong story. It was a bland day in March, on the eve of my 16th birthday. I was busy walking down the street in Caspin Point. (Where that is has been lost to time.) Everything was fine, just another walk, headphones in ear, blasting heavy metal up the bejeezus, when I stopped. I stood absolutely still, I have no idea why I did, but I did. I felt the blood rushing to my head, everything in my being was coiled, ready to strike, then, I bolted.
I ran for god knows how long, all the while, I had a point in mind, instinctively, I knew exactly how to get there, I just didn't know where it was, or what it was. All I felt was a sense of growing dread. I pushed myself as hard as I could, I barely even registered the change of scenery from downtown, to the residential areas. I ran and ran, until finally, I was there.
I stopped in front of a house. It was stunningly... bland, white paint, a green lawn, a simple concrete path leading up to the porch where a single white painted door stood with a single welcome mat and a single window with some cheapo curtains drawn shut.
I knocked on the door. My mind was a million places at once. I was poised to attack as soon as the door opened. I heard voices on the other side of the door, a laugh and the sound of the lock being opened on the door. The door opened. Behind the door stood a woman, maybe in her 30s, she wore glasses, and her scraggly hair was in a ponytail. I recognized her. I didn't stop to think about how I recognized her, I shoved her out of the way and ran into the house. I found the stairs, and I ran up. A couple hallways, and a few turns later, I saw a door. It called to me. I ran straight at it, I brought up my shoulder. To this day I have never been able to break down a door again. Believe me, I've tried.
The door fell, I heard a scream, the sound of a chair falling over, a very human-sounding thud. Then nothing. "In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present" -Sir Francis Bacon
I woke. There were lights. Bright ones. My ears were ringing, there was a strange buzzing going on in between my ears. I felt like I had been boiled, had my insides ripped out, then been carefully stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey, only to then been thrown in front of a steamroller at the last minute.
Not good.
Do you remember that time in your early history when you made a really stupid decision and that super stupid decision caused you to roll down a very steep hill? No? Well, I felt like that. Not the rolling down the hill part, the stupid decision part. No, I didn't feel like a stupid decision, I felt like I had just made a stupid decision; elevenfold.
I lay there for what seemed like hours(TM), and I was starting to get really thirsty. The lights seemed to dim little by little until I could see that I was staring at the ceiling in a hospital, which was odd, considering I was laying on my side. The ringing in my ears ebbed until I could hear the normal hospital sounds. Not much better, I thought. And the buzzing, oh the buzzing, if anything that f****** buzzing got worse with time. (And better with thyme.)
There was a ring, and a nurse walked in. She seemed to notice I was awake. She called someone, and then proceeded to check my everything from that machine that stands by your bed. (Hell if I know what it's called.) and walked away. A few minutes later, the doctor walked in. He was a man in his mid-40s, and walked with a limp. (His name wasn't House, unfortunately.) He checked his charts.
It was about 15 minutes before he spoke. His voice was exactly what you'd expect a doctor to sound like, (smooth yet scratchy voice). He said, "I see you're awake."
Yeah. No shit.
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4,080 | Hypno Celeb 60: Shania Twain | Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you feel like trying this, seek help.
Yet another Mesmer Eyes suggestion. Also, Celeste Reviews recently ran a challenge for stories with a funhouse theme. While I don't put myself in the same class as the people who grace Celeste's pages, I'd like to send in this humble entry. All comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy.
The crowd cheered as the last song filled the large tent. Shania Twain smiled and took a bow. Growing up in Canada, she had never expected to get such a following as a country music star. But the crowd at the benefit fair in this small Texas town loved her as if she was a native-born countrywoman. Well, Shania was never one to argue with success.
She thanked the crowd before walking off stage. Her long brown hair billowed out behind her in curls. She wore a tight black outfit that she had chosen before stepping outside and feeling the Texas heat. She was looking forward to a long shower when she got back to her hotel, but she decided to enjoy the festivities for a while. It was still afternoon and she had time to kill. Besides, the people were friendly and seemed to love her.
It was a nice-sized carnival, a permanent one that operated in the summer and drew visitors from miles around. Shania had agreed to perform in a concert with some other country stars, to help raise money for damage a tornado had done to a nearby town. It was good publicity and Shania truly enjoyed helping people out. The festival was in its second day and the next act was scheduled for that night. Shania told the band to relax and enjoy the rides while she planned to do the same.
She ran into quite a few fans as she walked around. She smiled, signed autographs and posed for a few pictures. She knew the folks meant well, but she was tired and was hoping for some quiet. She caught sight of the Haunted Manor, a large building with appropriately spooky decorations. It was indoors, dark and probably air-conditioned. Shania felt it deserved a walk-through at least.
She brushed at her hair as she walked up, her boots sliding into the fresh dirt. As she walked into the building, she failed to see the smile on the face of the attendant, who hit a button that sent a signal to a room below the building. A smile lit up along with the signal.
It was a shock entering the cool building after being outside all day. Shania paused a moment to let the goosebumps fade before walking forward. It was a darkened hallway ahead and Shania could barely make out anything in front of her. She took a few hesitant steps forward, reaching out with her hands, trying to get a feel for where she was. Just as her eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness, the floor gave way underneath her and she fell onto a slide. She slid down several feet before landing on a mat inside a dim room.
Shania shook her head and sat up, trying to get her bearings. This wasn't exactly what she was expecting. Frightening people was one thing. Almost breaking their necks was another. Before she could get up and investigate the room, the walls suddenly lit up. The effect was blinding, disorienting Shania. When her vision returned, she could see that the walls were lit with fluorescent lighting. They were in odd patterns, spirals and waves that changed color and moved swiftly and silently. Shania was bombarded by images and colors, not knowing where to look. To add to the effect, a strobe light flashed periodically from the ceiling, bathing the entire room in a wild mess of color and light.
As Shania stared at the glowing walls and the patterns they held, a sound filled the room. A mysterious pounding combined with a lyrical organ penetrated Shania's mind and began its work. The subminimal messages inside the music worked at her mind, lowering her resistance and her inhibitions. Shania felt herself involuntarily relax, her eyes drawn to the spirals and waves on the walls. They seemed to nice to her, so calm and relaxing. She felt like she could just stare at them forever. She'd tear her eyes away from a multi-colored wave only to have her sight sucked in by a spinning, changing spiral. Shania sat on the cot, transfixed as the room slowly but surely brainwashed her.
It could have been five minutes or ten hours later when the flashing lights stopped and the music ceased. "Rise," a voice commanded over the loudspeakers. Helpless to disobey, Shania stood up, swaying slightly as she stared right at the wall in front of her. "Disrobe completely," the voice stated. Shania began to peel off her leather outfit. She was topless, her sizeable breasts falling loose as she stripped off her top. Her sweat-stained panties joined the outfit on the floor and she kicked off her boots.
A door opened and a naked woman entered. She was middle-aged but in good shape, her breasts sagging only slightly. Her long blonde hair fell to her waist and she smiled kindly at the mesmerized singer. If Shania had been conscious, she might have recognized the woman as one of the event's organizers. The woman took a few steps forward and embraced Shania, kissing her hard. Shania responded passionately, her will removed by the room's effects, her only desire to please. The woman pushed her back onto the cot and straddled her.
They kissed for long moments before the older woman broke off and moved down to Shania's chest. She buried her head in between those gorgeous tits, pushing them together with her face in the middle. She tickled one nipple as she massaged the other with her palm. She kneaded them together, loving the feel of them under her hands. Shania moaned as she felt pleasure overtake her. The woman pushed herself up and then turned Shania onto her stomach. The woman slid her hands down the Canadian's back, coming to the smooth ass. She began massaging the buttocks, rubbing her hands around them. Her fingers shot into Shania's clit as she rubbed, quick jabs that elicited groans of pleasure from Shania. The blonde pushed her face to Shania's pussy and began to mouth at it, her tongue sliding in as her lips circled the dark-haired lips. Her hands continued to massage Shania as she ate her out, building Shania's pleasure up more. The tongue dived deep into Shania's pussy, causing her to wither on the couch, her breasts sliding on the smooth mat. Shania came, exploding on the other woman with a cry.
The woman spent several minutes licking away at Shania's ass before lying back and spreading open her legs. Shania needed no instructions. She moved in and buried her face into the woman's lap, her tongue diving into the blonde-haired twat. She lapped at the pussy, her tongue jabbing in and out of the woman's lips. The woman moaned and leaned back, wrapping her legs around Shania's head, holding her in. She worked her pelvis as if willing her juices down. Shania knew her mistress was almost ready and it was her job to make her cum. She did, the juices falling onto Shania's lips. She licked away as the woman's thighs clamped around her head, holding her in until she had licked away every single drop before her, the first of many such chores.
Shania grinned as she headed back to her trailer. It had been a good day, with a lot of fun. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed herself and the carnival was a perfect place for it. Still, she'd want to come back in different weather. It was probably the heat but for some reason, she felt incredibly tired and dry. |
4,627 | "Surprise!" | Ever since I was old enough, one of my favorite hobbies has been working on automobiles. I'm certainly no expert in the field, but I do know my way around basic vehicle repair and upgrades. As a result, I do not have to pay an auto shop when my Jeep needs a tune-up. I simply do it myself. Of course, I have to buy the necessary parts for a tune-up. But I do the actual repair/upgrade work myself. As a result, I save myself a lot of money.
This was the case on a recent Saturday afternoon. After putting it off for a month or so, I decided to buckle down and give my Jeep a much-needed tune-up. It was about time.
After buying all the necessary parts at a nearby store, I drove home and then started working on the Jeep. In the garage below the apartment complex where we live, I spent over an hour working on the Jeep.
I was fairly "tuned into" the repair work - I wasn't really thinking about anything else. Only a few things in the world could have broken my concentration.
Of course, one of them happened.
"Aren't you ever gonna finish with that Jeep?" came a familiar female voice from outside the garage.
I stopped in the middle of what I was doing, and peered around the raised hood of the Jeep. There she was. Lisa, my fiancee - she stood near the garage door, her arms folded and weight shifted to one foot. Her long blonde hair tied up in a pony-tail, Lisa was wearing a tight pair of faded jeans and a green sweater. The essence of beauty, to me...
"I should be finished soon," was my reply. "Why?"
Lisa offered an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders, along with a curious expression. "Oh, I don't know." She slowly stepped into the garage, toward me. "I'm feeling kind of... fluttery, this afternoon."
"Fluttery?" I inquired, my eyebrows raising.
She flashed a charming smile my way and gently clasped her hands together. "Yeah, fluttery. Happy. Carefree. Lighthearted. Fluttery, you know?"
I held back a laugh and replied, "I guess."
Lisa giggled while stepping closer toward me. "It's just you're down here, working on the Jeep..." She stopped walking, then shrugged her shoulders. "You're not up in the apartment... with me."
What was she up to? That thought immediately popped into my mind. "Should I be with you?" was my response.
Again, Lisa shrugged her shoulders, but this time in a simple manner. It was accompanied by an innocent expression upon her face. "I wish you were."
She was playing a game with me. An odd game, but a game nonetheless. What did Lisa want? "I have to finish fixing up the Jeep before I do anything, sweetheart."
Another smile came to her face. "When you're ready, I have a surprise waiting upstairs for you."
My eyebrows shot up again. "A surprise?"
"Yes, a surprise," she smiled, before turning and slowly walking away. Lisa glanced back over her shoulder at me and coyly added, "The sooner you go upstairs, the sooner you get your surprise." She giggled. "It's that simple."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, raising my voice slightly as she disappeared around the corner. "Surprise?"
"Come upstairs and find out!" she called back.
I looked into the engine of the Jeep and could not help but to laugh to myself. Lisa was up to something. She knew that by telling me about her "surprise", my curiosity would not allow me to finish working on the Jeep. I HAD to know why she was acting so peculiar.
Thus, I put all the tools and equipment down, then went over to the workbench and grabbed a bar of soap. Having to wash up before going back into the apartment, I went out to the water faucet and gave my hands and arms a complete and thorough scrubbing. They weren't that greasy in the first place, so it didn't take me long to wash up. I put the bar of soap back in the garage, then closed the door and started heading up the steps to the main entrance of our apartment.
For an instant, I caught Lisa peeking out between the blinds of the living room window. Upon seeing me, she disappeared. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head while walking across the patio to the front door. My beloved fiancee was acting VERY peculiar.
Once inside the apartment, I glanced around but did not see Lisa anywhere. She must have ran off into the bedroom or laundry room, I said to myself. "Lisa?" I called out, giving the immediate surroundings one more quick glance. "What in the world you up to, woman?"
I noticed a slender hand and arm being extended from the bedroom, which was directly in front of me... about 25 feet away. A finger slowly rose from that hand, and motioned for me to come closer.
A smile came to my face. I knew what she wanted now. Lisa wanted to tear me away from my Jeep so she could have sex with me. What else could it be? I couldn't think of anything else. After all, she was motioning for me FROM the bedroom.
Sexy, devious minds think alike, you know.
That's how I came up with what she was doing. :>
As I started walking toward the bedroom, Lisa's arm drew back behind the doorway. I shook my head, smiling. Not only does my fiancee like to play games with me... but she can be very creative in doing so, as well.
"Surprise!" she exclaimed, jumping at me as I entered the bedroom. Her arms encircling my body, Lisa moved her mouth to mine and offered a VERY pleasurable kiss. I smiled against the kiss, then slid my tongue between her lips and started wiggling it around. I tilted my face over her, which merely intensified our shared kiss.
"Can't you wait, woman?" I jokingly scorned her, once our lips moved apart. "I would have been finished soon!"
Lisa grinned while softly tracing my neck and shoulder area with her fingertip. "I was feeling a bit lonely," she said, now offering a fake pout. Now, I was completely under her spell. Lisa even looks sexy when she gives that little pout of hers. It drives me CRAZY! "What's a girl to do?"
"I oughta give you a spanking, for tearing me away from the garage," I mused. "You definitely deserve one!"
Lisa laughed and said, "What? You rather work on that Jeep? Or would you rather work on ME?"
I grinned and jokingly replied, "The Jeep."
"OHHHH!" Lisa giggled, playfully slapping my shoulder. "Let's see if you still feel that way after I get finished with you. Yeah..."
As if she had been challenged, Lisa pressed her mouth to mine and offered a powerful kiss. Hard and deep from the very beginning, the kiss just became stronger and stronger as the seconds went by. Soon, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, and brought her body against mine. I revelled in the feel of her full breasts pressing against my frontside.
With one hand, I cupped and rubbed the side of her right breast through the green sweater she wore. In response, Lisa snaked her right hand between us, then reached down and briskly rubbed away at the growing erection in my jeans. I sighed at the sexual friction created, then walked her over to the bed. I could really do this with her forever...
However, Lisa broke the kiss and then pushed me down until I was seated upon the edge of the bed. Leaning over, Lisa gave my a lips a quick kiss and then she dropped down to her knees. Leaning close to me now, she rubbed my chest with both hands and then splayed several kisses on my neck.
I smiled, cradling her head in my hands and offering it a gentle massage. I love Lisa so much. I really do.
Lisa grinned with lust as she unlooped my belt and took it off. She undid my jeans, then reached beneath my briefs and pulled my semi-hard erection out. I sighed in response as she began to give my shaft a good pumping with her hand.
With her other hand, Lisa managed to pull both my jeans and briefs down. I kicked off my shoes, then assisted her in getting rid of my jeans and briefs as well.Now, except for a t-shirt and a pair of socks, I was completely nude.
On her knees, Lisa settled between my legs and started pumping away on my cock with both of her hands. I LOVE her hands. They are beautiful; soft and gentle, and warm. You could really call me a "hands man". I truly enjoy it when my fiancee touches me with her hands.
Knowing this, Lisa gave my shaft a good rub-down with her hands. She stroked its full length up-and-down, up-and-down - in repeated fashion. Her fingertips rubbed against my flesh, causing wild sparks of sexual electricity to shoot throughout my entire body.
Still pumping away, Lisa looked up at me when I placed a hand on her head. We exchanged knowing smiles, then she began to stroke and pump my fully-erect shaft faster than before. I threw my head back and sighed in response, which caused her to giggle and squeal in delight.
"Naughty little tease," I smiled at her.
"Oh?" she smirked. "Tease, eh?"
I nodded my head and grinned. "Yeah, you're a tease."
"Can't argue," she squealed, just before opening her mouth and sliding the very tip of my cock inside.
I moaned in pure delight as Lisa continued to stroke my shaft's length with both hands, while her mouth and tongue worked on its tip. I could feel her tongue as it flickered over and across my cockhead; the sensations sent heat waves shooting throughout my body.
Obviously a bit hungry, Lisa detracted both hands from my shaft, then moved one to my testicles and twirled their gentle flesh between her fingers. Now with my cock free of her hands, she could take more of it into her hungry mouth.
Lisa seized the opportunity, completely engulfing my member within her mouth. She had swallowed me whole; her lips and nose were pressing hard against my pubic hair. There was not even a tiny fraction of my cock showing. Its entire length was embedded in her mouth and throat...
Lisa kept it that way for several seconds. I could feel her tongue twirl and swirl around it every now and then. I shivered each time she exhaled a breath through her nose... I felt the cool breeze of outgoing air.
I nearly jumped when she offered my testicles a playful pinch - between two of her fingertips. Even though her mouth was completely full, Lisa still managed a lustful, carnal laugh in response. She was teasing me!
Next, my 20-year-old fiancee made a gagging noise as she started to bob her head up-and-down over my full erection. Lisa applied a good amount of suction while grasping the base of my cock with her right hand, as her left continued to knead and caress my testicles.
Lisa simply loves to give blowjobs to me. There is no doubt about that. At the same time, there is no doubt, at least in my mind, that no woman in the world is better when it comes to fellatio. In my experiences, no woman has even come close to her in this area.
Luxuariating in the sexual heat, I closed my eyes and sighed. Soon, I re-opened them and looked down, so I could watch Lisa's blonde head as bobbed up-and-down over my cock. In the process, I undid the pink bow which had held her hair up in a pony-tail. Thus, her long blonde tresses fell down her slender neck and back... truly a beautiful sight.
Lisa looks much better during sex with her hair free and flowing, instead of up in a pony-tail. She looks more "girlish" with a pony-tail - I like the "womanly" look more.
I threw my head back and sighed again, now feeling a powerful orgasm brewing within my body. Another laugh came from Lisa... she knew EXACTLY what was happening to me.
"Tease!" I exclaimed, then she giggled even louder.
Nonetheless, Lisa continued to bob her head up-and-down over my pulsating member... now, at warp speed. I couldn't take much more of this sweet torture...
"CUMMING!" I screamed, thrusting my hips up a good six inches off the edge of the bed.
Lisa's lips clamped themseleves tightly around my cock, and she did not lose her grip when my hips jolted upwards. I felt the eruption, then listened as Lisa made another gagging noise. Soon, she started to swallow the buckets of sperm which I had shot into her mouth. I moaned in pure lust as one of her hands pumped the base of my shaft, while the other played with my testicles. To her credit, Lisa was able to swallow the entire helping of sperm down her throat. Of course, that is usually the case. She loves it so much, that one of my sexual nicknames for her is "Sperm Bank".
A short time later, I was seated upon the middle of the bed, while Lisa was in my lap. Down to her white bra and matching G-string, she had her arms around me as both of us shared a very intense and gratifying kiss.
Completely nude now, I slid my hands to her bottom and squeezed it roughly. Lisa squealed in response, and then offered a stronger kiss. I returned her increased passion with some of my own. This is definitely what I enjoy.
Soon, I undid the clasp which held her bra together in back. She slid its straps from her shoulders, then I pulled the bra away from her body and tossed it onto the floor. Eventually, I broke the kiss as well, and nibbled away on her neck and shoulders. She really loves it when I do that. The left side of her neck is VERY sensitive - and I'm always sure to pay 'special' attention to it.
Lisa wiggled herself out of my lap and then reclined all the way back, until she was laying down upon on the mattress. She spread her thighs and brought her knees into the air, then leaned up slipped her white G-string down and off. Smiling, she lay back down on the bed and looked up at me.
With her legs widespread like that, it was obvious to me what Lisa wanted.
I moved between her outstretched thighs and gave her intoxicating, damp slit a long lash with my tongue. Lisa gasped at the contact, then reached down and grasped my left hand with her right. Near her hip, she squeezed my hand tightly as I began feasting away upon her womanhood.
Lisa let out a throaty groan as she hooked one of her legs around my shoulder and upper back. With my free hand, I teased and tickled the insides of her thighs, as my tongue feasted away on the several delicious recesses of her slit.
Licking and slurping away at the gooey crevice, I moved a finger to her slit and began diddling it. Lisa's body tensed in response, then she let out a wild moan. It makes me feel very good to know that I am bringing her pleasure like this. That is my main goal in making love to Lisa.
I kissed her gentle opening while her body started to rumble and vibrate upon the mattress. Soon, I plunged my tongue deep within her, and wiggled it around in mad, erotic circles. Lisa continued to moan in pure lust, while saying several words and phrases of love. But then, suddenly...
"TAKE ME!"
I originally planned to bring her to orgasm with my tongue. But, I could not ignore such a request. It was time to give her what she wanted. After all, she has given me MORE than I could ever ask for in life...
I rose up to my knees between her outstretched thighs and fisted my hard cock, before guiding it between the tight confines of her slit. Lisa's eyes closed and her expression became tense as she let out a long sigh. I hooked both of her legs with my arms and then mounted her...
Lisa arched her neck and back as I started to thrust my hard shaft in-and-out of her velvety slit. Soon, I caught a steady rhythm, but then paused for a short second. Lisa looked up at me in confusion, then I leaned down and offered her mouth a deep kiss. Just as quickly, I began hammering myself in-and-out of her again.
Beneath me, Lisa's eyes were glued upon mine as I placed a hand upon her upturned bottom. We were cramped into a very tight position - especially her - but it did not matter. We were too glazed-over with passion to care.
Lisa let out a thunderous, earth-shaking scream and then proceeded with a series of short yelps and moans as I continued with the thick, non-stop thrusting motion. After increasing the speed of the rhythm, I was pounding her at a furious, unrelenting pace. Lisa's skin was beet red, and her face was tightened, her eyes open and full.
As our hips slammed together with each and every downward thrust, a loud SMACK could continually be heard throughout the bedroom. I really love that sound.
No matter how much I tried, I could not contain the climax which was quickly building itself within me. I wanted to hammer Lisa a bit longer, but couldn't.
A scream ripped from my throat as my cock exploded within Lisa's heavenly slit. At the very same time, Lisa experienced an orgasm of her own. Clutching and embracing one another, my fiancee and I rumbled together in mutual climax. Both of us exchanged several words of love, as well as quick, wet kisses.
When our mutual spasms subsided, we quieted down but still moaned together in unison. I kissed Lisa's neck and hugged her fiercely - NEVER wanting to let her go.
After a minute or two of rest, I decided to break the silence. "I love you, sweetheart," were my soft words.
"Hmmmm..." Lisa moaned. "Hmmmm... I love you, too."
We laid together, clutching and embracing one another like that, for at least 30 minutes. This is my Heaven.
And later, I FINALLY finished that tune-up on the Jeep.
:>
[The End] |
5,047 | Hypno Celeb 49: Tyra Banks | Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you feel like trying this, seek help.
This story is based on two separate manufactured images at www.Privatepages.com. It's also a direct sequel to my previous story. All comments and suggestions/scenarios are welcome. Enjoy.
From the moment Rob entered the office, people could see the change in him. He seemed happier, an extra bounce in his step. He warmly greeted everyone he could, smiling and joking. It was a welcome sight from the dour man who had spent too long caught up in divorce proceedings. The vacation had done a lot of good to him. How much good, they'd never know.
"Hey, Rob!" Rob's boss, called to him from his office. Rob entered, shutting the door behind him. "What's up?" he asked.
"I didn't expect you back so soon. You still had a few days left on your vacation time."
"Ah, I pretty much exhausted myself on fun down there." That was one way of putting it. In the week since the mysterious old man had given him the disk, Rob had been using it on various women. It had worked to perfection and now it was time to test it on some favorites of his. "Say, today's that suit shoot, right?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
"Oh, yeah, no wonder you're back now," his boss said. "That was your baby. Good job."
"Thanks. Can I stop by?"
"Sure, have a treat. Say hi to the crew for me." Rob nodded and left the office, his mind whirling with the possibilities.
As soon as he entered the photo studio, Rob knew exactly who he was going to pick. Although there were several beautiful women there, one caught his eye instantly. Tyra Banks wore a black blouse with a black mini-skirt as part of the shoot. It blended well with her brown skin, her long black hair falling to her shoulders. Rob leaned against a wall and watched as she posed for a few pictures for the photographers. Finally, she was done and she walked off to the side. Rob kept an eye close on her, waiting for his opportunity. He got it when she walked out of the studio, heading towards the restrooms.
Rob followed her and waited outside the ladies' room. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the talisman. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and hoped his erection wasn't too visible. Tyra walked out of the room, giving Rob a minor glance. "Tyra?" he said.
Tyra looked back at him. She seemed slightly taken aback that he would call her by her first name. "Yes?"
"Hi, I'm Rob. I designed the campaign. It's nice to meet you."
"Sure," Tyra said, half-heartedly shaking Rob's hand. "What can I do for you?"
"Oh, just look at this," Rob said, holding the disk up by its chain. Tyra's eyes reflexively glanced at it, as Rob knew she would. The disk began to glow, the colors shifting while the spiral began to spin lightly in place. Tyra's eyes widened slightly as she took in the disk's glow. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as the disk's spell took hold of her mind.
"Tyra, how do you feel?" Rob asked.
"Wonderful, Master," she said in a soft voice.
"Tyra, what are you willing to do?"
"Anything you ask of me, Master. Your will is my will."
"Good, good." Rob wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew she was going to be expected back soon. He moved forward and felt her breasts underneath her blouse. She sighed gently as he squeezed them, massaging them with his hands. He let go and stepped back. "Tyra, where are you staying tonight?"
Tyra told him the hotel and room number, which he instantly memorized. "Tyra, when I snap my fingers you'll wake up. You won't remember what happened here but you will wish to be alone tonight. You will not go out and you will not expect company. You will wear exactly what you are wearing now. When you see this disk again, you will instantly fall back under my spell." Rob snapped his fingers and Tyra blinked, clarity returning to her features. She walked past Rob, not even glancing over her shoulder at him. Rob smiled and hurried to the men's room before he ruined his shorts.
Rob walked down the hallways of the hotel, humming. It had been agony waiting for the day to end, but he was finally ready. He walked up to Tyra's room, straightened his tie and knocked. Tyra opened the door, confused as to who was calling. Rob held up his disk and she instantly fell back into her trance. "Let me in, Tyra," Rob commanded and she stepped aside to let him enter.
Rob held up the disk, holding it so Tyra could see it glow as brightly as possible. "You're feeling very sexy now, Tyra. You're feeling very aroused. You want sex, very badly. You want sex right now. You want sex with me. Now, undress." Tyra unzipped the front of her top and took it off. She slipped off her skirt and sat on the end of the bed, wearing purple bra and panties. "Take off your underwear, Tyra," Rob said as he disrobed. Tyra unsnapped the back of her bra and let it drop, freeing her large breasts. She slid the panties off and sat nude, waiting.
Now undressed, Rob stared at the glamorous model, her long dark hair just touching her gorgeous breasts. Rob leaned forward and kissed her. They made a few hesitant moves before pushing their lips together, their tongues twisting around. Rob leaned her down on the bed and lay on her. He broke off and began laying his mouth along her breasts. He kissed the pert nipples and licked his tongue along the curves of the large mounds. Rob had been holding himself in all day and had to let go. He pushed his cock into her pussy and slowly began rubbing it in and out. He buried his head in her cleavage as he did, inhaling her scent. She pushed against him, her breasts crunching around his head, her pussy riding more into his cock. He came almost immediately, a slight disappointment until he realized that Tyra wouldn't mind if he went for more.
He pulled his cock out of her trembling body and placed it on her chest. He began to drag it up and down the sensitive area in between her breasts, semen trailing in its wake. She moaned slightly as he pushed her breasts together, around his cock. He increased the motion, letting the tip of his rod skim along her dark skin. He tickled the nipples as he pushed her tits closer. He finally came, shooting cum onto her chest, the white liquid coloring her dark skin.
It was another passionate lip-lock after that, broken when Rob decided his cock needed cleaning. He dangled it before Tyra's face. Before he could utter a command, she took it in her hands and rubbed it, her fingers massaging the pulsing member. He could feel himself build again under her touch, her fingers pinching at his balls. "Take it in your mouth," Rob ordered. "Suck it." Tyra obediently wrapped her lips around the hard rod and took several long, slow suckles at it. Her tongue circled around as she moved her lips up and down his member. He felt himself let go before he expected it, his cum spilling down her throat. After she had licked away all traces of his cum, he took out his rod and kissed her again. They soon fell asleep in a tangle of limbs. Rob's final thought before drifting off was to wonder if the company's plans to hire former Playboy models would work out. |
5,831 | Hypno Celeb 37: Daisy Fuentes and Kennedy | Hatred was too strong a word for how Kennedy felt about Daisy Fuentes. Envy, definitely. Maybe a little anger. Kennedy was rather jealous of Daisy's good looks and the way she charmed the audience. Those long legs, the dress with the slit along the legs, the long dark hair framing her beautiful face. She was the kind of woman that begged other women to hate her. Unlike most other women, though, Kennedy had a way of getting even.
She was backstage at a taping for MTV, watching Daisy wrap up a video set. Kennedy wore a pair of silver pants and a matching coat. Her curly black hair frizzled around her and a pair of her trademark big-framed glasses covered her face. She watched as the director yelled "cut" and the shooting wrapped. Daisy walked over to the refrigerator just off-stage and Kennedy decided it was time to make her move. "Hey, Daisy," she said, walking up behind the Latina woman.
"Hi," Daisy nodded back. She and Kennedy didn't really know each other well, but she didn't judge people by reputations alone and kept her mind open. "What're you doing here?"
"Looking for you," Kennedy said, which was the truth. "Heard about that Olympic special they want you on, thought you might want some info."
"Oh, yeah, I heard you were at Nagano. How was it?"
"Eventful," Kennedy said. She watched as Daisy poured herself a coke. A director suddenly called for Daisy from the set, needing a last-minute sound check. As Daisy left, Kennedy reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial. She tipped it into the drink, a bright pink that soon faded into the dark color. It looked completely normal by the time Daisy came back. She immediately took a long sip. "So, what'd you want to talk about?"
"Let's sit over here," Kennedy suggested, pointing to a couple of vacant chairs. She and Daisy sat down and Kennedy began to talk about her Nagano trip. Daisy continued to sip at the drink as Kennedy talked. She didn't notice Kennedy's staring at her. In fact, she was beginning to notice very little. A fuzziness filled her mind and her entire body felt suddenly lethargic. The sounds around her faded away, with the exception of Kennedy's voice. The drink slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor.
Kennedy had found the drug in a small village just outside of Nagano. She had been wary of its claims, until she had seen the shopkeeper demonstrate it on her boss. The formula was quite old, but worked exceptionally well, cutting off the willpower and rendering a person compliant to someone else's will. This was the first time Kennedy had decided to use it on someone since getting it and she was pleased at the results. "Daisy, can you hear me?"
"Yes," Daisy replied. She had a faraway look on her face and appeared totally relaxed.
"Daisy, will you do anything I say?"
"Anything you say."
"Daisy, stand up and follow me." Kennedy began walking down the hallway, the entranced Daisy behind her. The two VJs made their way to a small, deserted office. Kennedy knew the occupant wouldn't be in for a while and they were guaranteed some privacy. The office wasn't opulent, but it did have something Kennedy wanted: A long padded sofa. Kennedy began to strip, pulling off her jacket and pants as Daisy stood, oblivious, in the middle of the room. Kennedy pulled off her bra, showing her small breasts and slid her panties down, exposing the Republican elephant tattoo just above her pelvic region.
Sitting down and preparing herself, Kennedy gave an order to Daisy. "Strip, Daisy. And as you strip, feel yourself growing more and more excited towards me. As you strip, you will be hot and you will want sex. With me. Now. Strip."
Daisy pulled the straps off her shoulders, one at a time. The dress first fell to her waist, letting her braless breasts fall free. She then pushed it down her legs. She slid the dark panties down her legs and stood nude. Kennedy beckoned her over and Daisy obediently approached. Kennedy took her in her arms and pulled her down, kissing her. It was a warm kiss, the two pushing their lips and tongues together to mix passion. They pulled closer, Daisy pushing Kennedy against the back of the sofa.
Kennedy lowered them both down to the sofa, pushing Daisy on her back. She pulled off her glasses and buried her head in between Daisy's breasts. She massaged one mound with her hand and kissed the other. She suckled the nipple, enjoying the feeling as it tightened in her grasp. She squeezed the other breast as she mouthed, eliciting a moan from Daisy.
Kennedy moved down Daisy's body, pushing her down the couch as she kissed the sunken belly. She kissed the dark patch before putting her mouth right up to the pussy. She began to lick at it, moving her tongue in slow motions around the twat. It intensified the pleasure Daisy was beginning to feel. She writhed on the couch, her hair falling past the edge and to the floor as Kennedy ate her out. Kennedy ran her hands up and down Daisy's thighs as she continued, her tongue beginning to fill with sweet taste. Daisy threw her head back as she came, spilling onto Kennedy's waiting mouth.
Kennedy climbed up Daisy's body, pulling her up so her head was safe on the couch. She straddled Daisy and lowered her pelvis onto her face. Daisy began to lick, hesitantly at first, with slow jabs, then faster, her tongue working in and out. Her fingers found Kennedy's ass and squeezed it, as Kennedy ran her fingers up and down the tattoo, as if that would help her cum faster. She rocked gently on Daisy, her asscheeks bouncing on the other woman's breasts. Daisy matched the rhythm with licks of her tongue as Kennedy felt herself begin to release. She spilled right onto Daisy, her body trembling as she did.
Kennedy quickly dressed and wiped Daisy's face off. The effect of the drug would wear off soon and Daisy would wake up with no memory of what had happened. Kennedy walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She smiled as she walked down the halls, wondering at Daisy's reaction to waking up naked in a strange room.
Kennedy might not have been so happy if she knew that she wasn't the only one who had the formula. Someday, perhaps soon, the piper was going to collect. |
24,344 | Hell Hath No Fury | 'Kat' or should I say 'Jas' looks like your luck is about to change.
The door opened, and in walked, how shall we put this, an Adonis. He was tall with deep brown eyes, and not a muscle (and there were plenty of them) was out of place.
"I see that my money was not wasted. Come, my princess," Adonis gestured for me to follow.
This I did, wondering if I was right not to resist. In spite of all this man's charm, I was married to the man I loved. If I was ever to see him again, I must gain this man's trust. I followed him outside and into a large white limousine. He gave me a glass of champagne and said, "You are the most beautiful of all my women. No man shall have you except me; you will serve no man except me. All my riches are as nothing to your beauty."
I couldn't help but feel a glow of pleasure being complimented in this way. I guess I must call him master or something.
"Thank you, master."
"I am not your master. How could anyone lay claim to such beauty? You may call me Hassan, and you will be at my side, always. I will not have you unless you consent, for that would corrupt your beauty. You are my precious rose, there to look at and admire, not to pluck with a harsh hand. I have waited many years for a chief girl, and I knew the moment I saw you that you were the one," he said with such a gentle look on his face that my heart was beginning to melt.
"Thank you, Hassan. I will remember your promise to me," I said.
We sipped champagne in silence as the limousine drew up outside a large walled palace. Guards opened the large steel gates, and we drew into a wonderful courtyard. A fountain was in the center, and all around was the sweet smell of flowers.
The door was opened for me by a butler, and I got out and stared around.
"Welcome to your new home, my love," Adonis said.
Hmm, I could stay here for a while, I thought. Hassan gestured for me to follow him, which I did. We went past large rooms where the whisper of female voices could be heard through closed doors.
"You are too precious to stay with my other women," Hassan said.
We went to a large winding staircase, and we climbed. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually, we reached the top. Hassan opened the door, and I went in.
The room was one can only describe as palatial. Easily as large as my house at home, it had a four-poster bed with ornate silk covers. The room was littered with flowers, and a carpet of fresh rose petals lay under my feet.
"It's fantastic," I gasped.
"If you need anything, you can have it," Hassan said, and with that, he left.
Alone for the first time since the auction, I explored the room. Behind a silk curtain was a walk-in closet with every kind of outfit. From an elegant designer ball gown to some sports kit. Kat, my girl, you really landed on your feet here. I mustn't lose sight of my true goal. A cage is still a cage, no matter how elaborate the bars.
In one corner was a sunken bath full of warm white liquid. I dipped a finger in. It tasted like milk. I'd read about Cleopatra bathing in asses' milk and had always wanted to give it a go. I took off my Jasmine outfit and looked down at my new body. My situation had so overpowered me that I had forgotten who I now looked like. Jane Stephens was no more, at least in body.
I dipped a brown, slender leg into the bath. Ummm, that felt good. I put my other leg in and sank in. Oww, I'd just sat on my hair. I'd forgotten it was that long. I stretched out and relaxed for the first time in ages. It didn't bother me as much as I thought, having my body changed like this. Sure, I'd want my proper form back, but this was nothing compared to how HE is changing.
Oh God, what's happening to me? I've become intoxicated with this place. I'm beginning to forget. This place is like the Elysian Fields; once here, you forget your past. Hassan does not need bars and armed guards to keep his women here; he seduces them with words and milk baths, and soon they forget their past. This I will not do. Hold on, my sweet, I'll be back soon; this I vow.
After spending an hour in the bath, I got up and dried myself off. Hmm, being Jasmine's not so bad, but I've yet to meet someone who will recognize me as her.
I put on an ornate silk dressing gown and, tired from the events of the day, slept.
A knock at the door awoke me at, I guess, around 11 am.
"Come in," I shouted.
At the door was another girl, this time dressed in what I would call traditional harem costume. She was smaller than me at 5'4", large-breasted, and looking very scared.
"The master requests your attendance at his conference now," she said.
"What shall I wear?" I asked.
"The master asks that you wear dress five from your collection and shoes number twenty," she said, still in fear of me. Why?
I went over to the closet and saw each hanger had a number. I saw a beautiful blue saffron dress that seemed to shimmer in the light. I put it on and looked in the nearby mirror. I'm still not used to my new reflection, but I will admit the old me could never carry off that outfit the way I could now. My hair was a mess, though. I went over to the dressing table and went to pick up an ivory hairbrush.
"Mistress, you are not allowed; let me," the lady said.
"Okay, thanks," I said as I gave her the hairbrush.
I sat down, reveling in the feeling of having my hair brushed in such a sensuous way. Remember, Kat, Elysian Fields, hold on to your promise.
"I have done, mistress," the girl said.
I stood up and looked in the mirror in awe of the image there. No one I had ever seen had ever portrayed such an air of grace and majesty as I now did. A beautiful Arabian princess stared back at me, her arms moved up to her face in time with mine. The blue dress showed every curve, my tiny waist exaggerated them but not so much as to look ridiculous.
"You must come now," the girl said.
I went to the closet and picked out shoes number twenty; they were deep blue in color with only a slight heel. They fitted perfectly.
I followed the girl downstairs and into a large room.
Hassan sat at the head of the table, surrounded by his guests. Every single jaw in the place dropped as they took me in.
"Is she not a jewel beyond measure?" Hassan said and beckoned me to move over to him.
"She is indeed. I wish all my girls were like her," a fat, disgusting man, about fifty, said.
"I'm sure you do, Osman. But this is one jewel you will not touch," Hassan said.
I walked over to Hassan, and he pointed to a wine jug.
"Serve us, please," he said.
I picked up the jug and did so.
The evening went on with me being just a waitress and the object of many lewd jokes, judging by the laughter.
At the end of it, the others went away, leaving just me and Hassan alone.
"Be glad Osman Rahmani did not buy you," Hassan said.
"Why?"
"He is an evil but powerful man. He was boasting that he had gouged a girl's eye out with a hot iron because she disobeyed him," he said.
I shuddered at the thought. Poor girl, my heart goes out to her.
"Sit a while, and let us talk," Hassan said.
We talked about many things. He outlined his promise that he would not touch me unless I wanted it. I was, however, to serve at his table whenever he wanted. I was also responsible for discipline between the other girls and would be expected to keep them in order. That explained why my 'maid' was so scared.
He outlined his family history to me. His family had always lived here, and before his parents died, they had hoped that he would find a wife soon. Oh God, Kat, he means me. Hassan also stated that it was forbidden to talk about my past, only our future.
"It is time you went to bed; we have more guests tomorrow."
My maid took me upstairs, and my head was in a whirl. How can I escape, and how long before I succumb to Hassan's charm?
As each day passed, I saw in my mind's eye my husband slowly changing into HER. I felt bitter and powerless to help. Come on, hubby, fight it, I thought each day as the time drew near when he would become HER forever.
I was not allowed near the other girls in normal day-to-day life. I had to deal with a few disputes between girls, but they were only minor matters.
A month after my capture, I felt a pit of despair in my stomach. By now, there would be two Elizabeth Bexleys, one my sweet, the other a demoness from hell. I must get out. I must find out my love's fate.
The same pattern of serving tables and talks afterwards repeated itself for a couple of months when Hassan came to visit me.This was a first, as he had always called me and had never come to visit.
"Come, my Jewel, we have some shopping to do," he said.
He took my hand, and we went to his waiting limousine.
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116,739 | Sorry | 'Don't say a word, darling,' he instructed her, 'Not one word until I've finished.' He led her to an old-fashioned open carriage with red velvet seats. A glossy black horse was between the shafts, and a smartly dressed driver was holding the reins. They got in, and he sat facing her. He produced a box of expensive Belgian chocolates, a bunch of red roses, and a bottle of champagne. He piled his gifts on the seat beside her.
As they progressed down the street, he directed her gaze upward to a banner across the street that read 'I'M SORRY'. A truck pulled alongside them with a string quartet on it, playing one of her favorite pieces of music. He brought out a jeweler's box and opened it to show her the diamond necklace with matching earrings and bracelet. He pointed up as they passed under another banner reading 'I'M VERY SORRY'.
A fire engine pulled up behind with the local version of the Chippendales balanced on top, stripping and striking poses. A brass band swung out from a side street to follow the carriage. From under his seat, he took a fur coat and laid it across her knees. An elephant joined the procession with the word 'Sorry' embroidered on its headpiece. Up in the sky, a plane was writing 'I'M SO VERY SORRY' across the sky with its exhaust.
They pulled to a halt outside a five-star hotel. He led her along a red carpet and up to the honeymoon suite. A carefully chosen meal was laid out waiting for her. Then he took her to the four-poster bed and carefully undressed her. He made love to her slowly and passionately, dwelling on each inch of her body until he had produced the maximum amount of pleasure possible. Only then did he enter her and gently bring them both to orgasm.
Holding her close in his embrace, he whispered, 'I'm more sorry than words can ever say. Please forgive me.' She turned and looked deep into his repentant eyes.
'I always forgive you, you should know that by now. I just have one question: what are you saying sorry for?'
'For whatever I did to upset you,' he replied earnestly. She sighed and sat up, pulling her clothes back on.
'If you don't know what you're saying sorry for, it's a worthless apology. Why didn't you take a fraction of the time you wasted setting this all up to ask me why I was upset?'
'Darling, wait. I'm an idiot, tell me now, please. I'm sorry.' |
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