Amanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 1PrologueAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amanda's eyes flickered open. She let out a soft moan. Her head throbbed and her mouth was dry.
She looked up at the ceiling in her room, with its familiar cracks. Something was wrong. She felt cold.
It was dark outside... What time was it? Amanda turned her confused head to look at the alarm clock, feeling a damp patch on her pillow where she'd drooled into it. The clock's red display said 5:25, with a PM symbol on the right. A panic hit her - what day was it? In the dim light, Amanda's left hand groped for her phone, where another red LED flashed furiously. She examined the screen:
6 MISSED CALLS
But... why hadn't she heard the phone ringing beside her??
Amanda's long, graceful arm reached for the switch of her bedside light. Her deep blue eyes filled with brief, stabbing pain, as she took 40 watts in the face.
The unexpected Heist"Shut up" Said Sarah as she looped the rope one more time around the mousy blonde's black nylon opaque ankles and cinched the knot in the middle. The muffled mewling continued in stereo, as her accomplice Jenna continued to loop the doubled up ropes around the nubile bodies of their two captives, before finally tying the knots loose ends off between the two squirming women.The unexpected Heist2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Quit trying to struggle so hard and the ropes won't bite and hurt so much" Jenna angrily
informed their two hostages.
"Gi ur yub buing thif" the second blonde prisoner mumbled through her gag.
WPC Ellen Watson was trying to discover why she and her colleague, WPC Georgia Statham were tied up tightly, gagged and trussed up back to back, wearing only their underwear and black opaque issue control top pantyhose.
An hour earlier the two officers had been standing side by side in their crisp short sleeved cotton uniform shirts, cravats, bowler style hats and dark knee length serge skirts, shiny parade shoes on stocking
The Essence Of the Master-Slave RelationshipThe relationship between a Master and slave is often a misunderstood one. The trust and respect between the two goes so deep that most people cannot even begin to comprehend, resulting in a bond that pushes the boundaries of comradeship, friendship, and loyalty. There is the understanding however, that in some cases, disobedience will be met with appropriate punishment, hopefully coupled with an open communication on the part of BOTH Master and slave. Without an open dialogue between the two, and knowing what the other's wants, values, and limits are, the relationship between the slave and their Master is doomed to be a failure. It is one which will have anguish and anger, as is the case in any other partnership. Just as much as a deep, and romantic love between any type of coupling, the relationship between a Master and slave requires love, understanding, dedication, caring, and kinship. This is the truest example of yin and yang there is... without one that fits perfectly, the otherThe Essence Of the Master-Slave Relationship3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
An Original Transformation TG - Part 1An Original TransformationAn Original Transformation TG - Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was young when I first learned about sex transformations. My parents allowed me on the computer and I found my way to a video website. After some random browsing and searches for cartoons I watched, I happened upon a video of a man with a blanket around himself.
Wide-eyed, I saw his muscular limbs change into soft, slender arms. His hair went from short to long and back again. It was like a magic trick. This was the excuse my parents used when I asked them about it.
I accepted their answer but I still watched the video when I got the chance. Before long, I found more videos like it. Instead of blankets, they involved foods, charms, and other objects. But the form was the same. A man became a woman or a woman became a man. The variation was so captivating that I kept watching.
Eventually, my parents noticed what I was doing. They sat me down and had the sort of chat no kid wants to have. Their stern faces and sharp words pushed me to shiver and hide m
Interview with SpectreInterview with Spectre1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Interview with Spectre
1. What is your name?
I go by Spectre, though I did consider Night Shadow a bunch of other cliche' names for a heroine such as myself.
2. Do you know why you're named that?
Mostly because of my style. I prefer to remain in the shadows and strike with the element of surprise on my side.
3. Are you single or taken?
It's kind of complicated, I'm sort of seeing a guy I work with when not wearing the mask...except I only see him when I have the mask on. Someday that may change but taking it sort of slow right now...I'm not quite sure how he would react to that news...
4. Have any powers or abilities?
I have slightly boosted strength and athletic ability, as well as a high resistance to most poisons and chemicals. I also have an amazingly high pain threshold, which can be a hindrance sometimes.
5. What's your eye color?
6. What's your hair color?
7. Do you have any family members?
None left. Lost dad to a car accident, sister to a
The Essence Of A SlaveMuch in the same way a Master doesn't necessarily fit the societal expectation placed upon him, a slave is also someone who is generally misunderstood. A slave is someone who places their trust in someone so implicitly that they give themselves totally and completely to that person... body, mind, and soul. They understand that the motives of their Master, even if it may be unclear at the time, are to be accepted absolutely and without judgement. Just as a Master gives and takes within the relationship, the slave mirrors that ideal by offering love, respect and support, not JUST following orders and commands. Most importantly, a slave understands the nature of the relationship and does everything in their power to nurture and fulfill their Master and his wishes.The Essence Of A Slave3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
ConversationsPolygirl was in the monitor room of the Guardians' headquarters, upgrading the system, when FireBrandi entered. She glanced over and said to her friend, "Hey, Brandi. How are you?" before returning to her work.Conversations3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm alright," the diminutive, flame tousled heroine replied. Her hands were behind her back. "I got you some presents."
The four-armed tech spun around. "You do? Really? Let me see?" she said excitedly as she got up and hurried over.
"Here you go," FireBrandi said as she handed Poly a bag. Poly reached in and pulled out three packaged action figures. The first was one of Ms. Blitzen and the second was of the Valkeris. The third, however, was in different packaging. Between the cheap paper and thin plastic was a crudely muscled figure. Its face was twisted in an expression of hatred below poorly painted blond hair. The logo on the package read "Villains of Angel Falls: Raging Bull".
"So how do you like them? I got them at a souvenir shop. I hope you don't have them," Brandi said
Back in the Race, Part 4Back in the Race, Part 41 year ago in Settings More Like This
Q: I want to know how Angel Falls plans to deal with rising insurance costs due all the heroic battles going on. And who's going to fix the potholes around the University?
"We'll get the easy question out of the way first. Angel Falls University operates independently of the city so they are the ones who provides services, such as water, utilities, and law enforcement to those who live, work, and attend AFU. As they've expanded in the past 10 years it has become cost prohibitive to continue to provide all services, including a fully staffed street department. So, if elected, I intend to negotiate a services contract with the University where the city will provide street, water, and emergency services. This will help lower operating expenses for them and provide additional revenue streams for the city. Our street department is considered one of the best in the country so the roads at the University will be regularly repaired and maintained so th
The Essence Of A MasterThe essence of being a Master doesn't mean having an insatiable need to control and give orders ALL of the time, it's something much more than that... it means being able to give, as well as take. A Master needs to be there for a slave, be patient and understanding, care for them and treat them with respect. He needs to be someone a slave can lean on and turn to for support and guidance, regardless of problem or issue. A Master must be someone a slave is completely at ease with and can put their absolute trust in. Ultimately a Master, is a slave's closest friend.The Essence Of A Master3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Back in the Race, Part 1Back in the Race, Part 11 year ago in Settings More Like This
Melinda turned off the television and stared at the blank screen in front of her. John, after taking a bite of his sandwich, looked up at his at wife and tossed a coin in her direction.
"Penny for your thoughts."
Melinda turned in his direction but stayed silent.
"You want to run for Mayor again, don't you?"
"Part of me does. I've learned a lot from the last experience and I think I can prove to the people that I can do the job."
"So why the hesitation?"
"Remember what happened last time?"
"Let's see, your secret identity was exposed, you were exposed to a large amount of radiation, you became super muscular and the strongest person in Angel Falls, then you shrank down, found out you were sterile, lost your job, had your car and the house burned down, and I was kidnapped...twice."
"Plus the fabricated sex scandal with Olga" she added.
"Oh yeah...that was pretty hot."
Mindy laughed a bit and punched him playfully in the arm.
Bad Luck FlightLilly was an American woman who had short light brown hair wearing a blue top with a matching skirt with black tights and blue high heel shoes. She was currently walking into the France airport on her way home back to the states.Bad Luck Flight2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hmmm, Paris. The country of love, it was such a great place." She said looking down at her pink suitcase which had wheels so she could easily pull it around. "Oh well, I can't wait to get back to New York and have a nice big juicy steak." She said as she reached into her skirt pocket to pull out her ticket but her face soon paled and turn panicked. "Oh no!" She said as she turn both her pockets inside out looking for them.
"H-how, how could I lose my tickets?" She said as she remembered back to taking some lip stick out from her pocket in the taxi ride to the airport, when she did her tickets must have slipped out without her noticing. "Get back here!" She scream at her cab that just drove off and out of reach of her screams. "Nooooo! How am I supposed to get
Back in the Race, Part 7Back in the Race, Part 71 year ago in Settings More Like This
As John was leaving the hospital, he phone rang. Checking the number, he answers.
"Angie, give me some good news."
"Absolutely," replied Angie Stewart, AFPD's most decorated Detective. "It turns out that, after a search of the warehouse across the street, forensics was able to find the discharged cartridge. It's from a .338 Lapua Magnum, a sniper rifle used in the most recent wars in Iraq and Afghanistan."
"So, we're looking at ex-military?"
"Most likely. Not too many civilians would have the need for it, unless they were long-range shooting enthusiasts or game hunters.
"I'll check out a couple dealers in the area to see if that rifle had been sold in the past few weeks."
"Also, the reason for Mindy's sudden depowering and that man's pacemaker issue looks to be due to an EMP mine that was remotely detonated from the warehouse as well."
"EMP mine, how would someone get their hands on that?"
"Not sure, the technology isn't out there for mass production yet.
Amber's 18th B Day BondageWHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM!Amber's 18th B Day Bondage7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
GET UP! YOUVE OVER SLEPT! YOU NEED TO GET GOING!
Amber awoke with a start, after her mothers brutal toll on her bedroom door. Pulling the covers off of her, she revealed to herself that she was completely naked, having taking her clothes off during the nights sleep. Dragging herself out of bed, she stood in front of her mirror, looking at her bare body. She was dirty blond, with long hair, both smooth and flowing. Her eyes were a combination of blue and green, which magically turned to either color, depending on what she was wearing. Her skin was lightly tanned to a combination of peach and light brown.
After looking at herself for a while, she decided it was time to get dressed. She went to her dresser, and looked for suitable clothing. She finally decides to put on a nice pair of a white bra and white panties, both with pink and white striped trim. Amber wanted to save her sexy lingerie for her boyfriend tomorrow, the date of Am
A Belated Planetary ChristmasA Belated Planetary Christmas: Aka a Story around the Solar Neighborhood.A Belated Planetary Christmas4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"So what exactly are you doing?" Selene asked softly as she went through the piles of boxes and gift wrapping paper. "If you're worried that fancy CLAMP collection got shipped off to Pluto, I got it not that I'm a fan of human stuff or anything."
She was met at the other end of the room by a tired, though still cheerful looking man, a flower oddly sticking out of his brown hair as he rose to greet her. "Hey Luna!" he greeted with beaming blue eyes. "Just the one I'm looking for!"
"Um what?" You haven't heard me at all, haven't you Terry? she cringed inwardly.
"Oh yeah. The mess. Sorry 'bout that!" Before the moon knew it, he already managed to sweep aside a tidy space, along with a couch thrown in for good measure. It surprised her just how good the planet was in cleaning up, even if his humans aren't quite helping him along. Coincidentally, he was coughing smoke again, though it lo
HypnoBishoujoLand: War of Mind Part 1Jessica woke up early to go for a jog. It was a nice, warm day so she figured she could burn a few calories before she started her day. She dressed in a tight olive shirt that was designed to keep her breasts from bouncing too much, along with a pair of dark green shorts that showed off her shapely legs.HypnoBishoujoLand: War of Mind Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As she reached the front door and slipped her sneakers on, she heard a voice say her name. She turned to see Jake coming out of the kitchen.
"You're up early," she said with a smile.
"So are you," he replied. "Going for a run?"
"Yep. What about you? Had another long night of gaming?" Jess asked, noting how tired Jake looked.
"Uh... Yeah, yeah, pretty long night," Jake replied, glad that it was early so Jess might not notice his blatant lie. "Really, I just want to relax at this point."
"Let me get my watch and I can help you with that," Jess giggled.
"No thanks, you'll probably just put yourself under instead," Jake replied slyly.
"Hey, I'm not that bad," Jess replied, a little
Back in the Race, Part 2Back in the Race, Part 21 year ago in Settings More Like This
Looking at the setup in the Angel Falls Community Center, it just felt right to Melinda. A simple backdrop and podium. Small and intimate. A stark difference compared to the last time where she was flanked by the various power players in Angel Falls. No prison in the background, no large crowd, just a handful of journalists. She instantly felt more at ease as she strode up to the microphone.
"Thank you everyone for coming here today."
She looked down at the index cards in front of her and moved them off to the side.
"Four years ago, I announced my candidacy for the office of Mayor in the city of Angel Falls. What followed from that day until the election was a spectacle of noise and chaos. And that blame falls squarely on my shoulders."
"I let others dictate the narrative of the campaign. From that day at Tartarus, it stopped being Melinda Crane for Mayor and it became Mindy Marvel for Mayor. And I bought into that with the campaign
Black Widow ConfrontationBlack Widow Confrontation3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
Black Widow Confrontation
The Training Room
Hawkeye and Wasp were alone, participating in some target practice as they awaited the return of Hulk and Shego from the kitchen. Wasp fires a small bolt of her bio-electric energy at one of the targets, missing the bullseye mark by at least three inches. She lets out a low growl of frustration, her violet-blue irises glaring at the target before she heard the all too familiar cocky tone of voice from Clint Barton. Just by looking at him, Janet knew he was about to give her one of his arrogant remarks that was sure to irk her on every level imaginable.
"Not bad, Jan. But you might wanna take some lessons from a pro. And when I mean a pro, I mean me.", Hawkeye said in his usual cocky tone of voice, firing an arrow from his bow at the target
BioShock: Part 1AChapter 1 [Welcome to Rapture]BioShock: Part 1A7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Section A [Stranded!]
Would you care for another drink, sir?
No maam. My cigarette should do me just fine.
Alright, just let me know if you need anything.
The plane was slightly dim; most of the passengers had either fallen asleep, or were bemusing themselves with the post. The flight was supposedly long, but Jack had his own object to focus on during the flight. It was an odd package, even though the box had been wrapped in plain heavy brown paper, the kind you would use to hold groceries while at the super-market. It was tied together with heavy twine as well. But that wasnt what made the box so odd. Although it was as small as his hand, it weighed a bit more than expected, and the opening statement of the letter attached said Do not open until 63°2N and 29°55W, would you kindly. It was the oddest way to start a letter, but it must have meant something to the perso
AF Hero Bio: Matthias GeistAngel Falls Group: Character CreationAF Hero Bio: Matthias Geist3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Code Name: DEEP EYES
Known Aliases: Malachi G. (Graham) Quinn, aka "GQ" or "Mal" (dislikes being called "Mike" or "Mikey")
Real Name: MATTHIAS GEIST
Age (physical): Appears to be in his early thirties, maybe around 32 at the most / (actual): Unknown, but is assumed to be much older due to Drahkonian Sigilen (Atlantean clan) heritage
Eyes: Cerulean Blue
Height: 6'7" inches
Weight: 240 pounds
Hometown: Neo-Atlantis, Alternate Universal Earth, Royal Elemental Warrior Cleric Clan Districts
Current Residence: Angel Falls, on an unnamed island, or inside his personal medium class dropship, the "NYHSHEA ETERNAL"
Matthias Geist, a virtually unknown being to the universe where the Milky Way Galaxy of the Earth that holds the fast moving city of Angel Falls, USA, exists, appeared in Angel Falls for a brief period, granting the young heroine Ms. Blitzen a few sensuous nigh
World's Finest Collection: PrologueWorld’s Finest CollectionWorld's Finest Collection: Prologue2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prologue: The Collector
Somewhere on the Pacific Ocean
The waves tossed and turned on the treacherous sea below as the transport helicopter glided through the salty air. At the start of its journey the skies were dark, the waters illuminated by the full moon and the stars above. As the aerial vehicle reached its destination, however, the brightest star of all started to peek over the eastern horizon.
Inside the small aircraft were four men: two pilots, two passengers. The two passengers were seated next to each other, waiting patiently as the helicopter carried them to an undisclosed location. Both of them were outfitted in dark camouflage uniforms, red berets, and leather boots, the typical dress code for a freelance mercenary. The insignia on their uniforms resembled the head of a snake, advertising the name of their special unit, VYPER.
The tenured colonel flipped through the
The distressful prom part 1IM WHAT?The distressful prom part 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beckys voice could be heard throughout the halls of the school. She ran over to the public posting board that was in the foyer to deliver information to students from all over. She pushed her way through the crowd and was in the front, gazing at the same list that the other students were gawking about.
She stood there stunned at what she saw, Im the prom queen? Her best friend, Sally, approached her best friend and put her arms around Beckys shoulders. She still didnt budge from her spot and appeared to be mesmerized. But, how?
Sally only smiled at her, Becky glanced at her and immediately threw on a surprised look. You did this? Sally only smiled further, hoping her cuteness and charm would overpower Becky. Unfortunately, for her, Becky knew her all too well and it didnt work.
Beckys eyes blinked
Crimson Valkyrie Origin - Part 3Crimson Valkyrie Origin - Part 36 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Crimson Valkyrie Origin
Part 3 - Rebirth and Emergence
"Unnnggh..." Tiffany grimaced and grunted with effort as she slowly pushed up on the large metal bar she held tightly in her hands, sweat trickling down the sides of her face as she closed her eyes and exhaled sharply. The muscles in her arms were starting to burn, her arms quivering as it became harder and harder to push against the incredible weight she was holding up over her head, but she somehow managed to persevere. The bar continued to rise slowly, an inch or so with each passing second, until finally she manage to fully extend her arms over her head. "Strength test completed, safety locks engaging." A computerized voice spoke out and Tiffany heard a loud clicking sound as the bar above her head was locked in place by the massive machine she was sitting in. The slender redhead let out a long sigh and slumped forward a bit, obviously exhausted from her efforts, but slowly a little grin spread over her face as
Eviscerare Strikes: Faustian KarmaEviscerare Strikes: Faustian Karma3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eviscerare Strikes: Faustian Karma
Heinrich Heitzmann, Prime Minister of Alkara sat at his desk across the room from his guest. To be honest the Minister had doubted the man would show up, but he did. Despite the fact that he had sought this man out, Heitzmann couldn't help but feel a slight amount of fear at the sight of him, slumped down into the chair opposite his own. It was eerily silent, and dark in the room as the two gentlemen sat there. Heinrich couldn't help but feel as though he was being thoroughly scrutinized by this shadowy individual.
The man known only as Eviscerare.
He seemed to be decked out mostly in black leather clothing, a jet-black long-sleeved leather trenchcoat atop a blood-red undershirt of some sort (or was it armor??), and black leather pants and boots. But the most noticable feature of this man was his mask. A white featureless metallic helmet of a mask, save for two glowing red eyes. It appea
Caught on the Wrong Side of the Fence (Uncut)Caught on the Wrong Side of the FenceCaught on the Wrong Side of the Fence (Uncut)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Phuuuhh!” The girl spat water from her mouth as she was harshly pulled back to reality. Gasping for air, she tried to regain her bearings. Turning her head from side to side, she realized her vision had been taken away by the blindfold pulled over her eyes. Still trying to catch her breath, she managed to get out a few words in between coughing. “W-what’s…what’s going on?!”
“Rise and shine!”
The girl thought that the raspy voice came from somewhere in front of her, but she couldn’t tell for sure. From her seated position, she responded to the stranger. “Who’s there?” As she tried to reach up and remove the blindfold from her face her heart sank to the pit of her stomach as she realized her hands were stuck at her sides, incapable of moving. Hearing no response, she again addressed the mysterious voice. “What do you wa