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I'm almost a bit embarassed to be offering this up as my first story. I've been writing stories on and off for almost as long as I've been reading them, and I have a huge backlog of half-finished stories that are a lot longer and a lot more meaningful. But since TGfiction is little more than a passing hobby of mine, my progress on them has been slow. I'm sure I'll get them all finished and submitted eventually. Until then, enjoy this bit of fluff, a story so short that I could actually complete it. Enjoy. This story is solely my property. It can be posted on any free archive site, should the archivist so desire. ------------------------------- The Labyrinth of Destiny Archmage "I can't believe I let you drag me into this," Leslie was moaning. "This has to be the stupidest carnival in the world." "I dragged you into this?" Reggie asked, annoyed. "You practically begged me to take you all week long." "Well, I wouldn't have if I knew it was going to be this lame. There's like five rides, and you didn't win me any prizes at the games." "Those games are rigged, sweetie, you know that. How am I supposed to throw the hoop over the peg when the peg is bigger than the hoop?" "Hmph," was Leslie's only reply, and she stalked away. Reggie sighed and chased after her. They had been dating for about three months now, and back at the beginning, everyone thought that the two of them were a match made in heaven. Leslie was, by far, the hottest girl in school, and Reggie was a very good-looking guy himself. Reggie has always had the hots for Leslie, and when he found out that she felt the exact same way about him, it hadn't been long before they were in the sack. But while the sex was great and Reggie just loved seeing Leslie naked, they had nothing at all in common. Just trying to have a conversation was strained and awkward. Both of them had kind of hoped that they would get to know and like each other better the longer they dated, but they just got on each other's nerves. When they were naked, everything was great. But during the day, the relationship was torture. Leslie thought Reggie was stubborn and pushy, never letting her have her own way. Reggie thought that Leslie was just annoying. She was always used to getting things her way, and when she didn't get exactly what she wanted, the bitch could WHINE. "Hey, you want something to do? Let's head over to the Scrambler. You said that was your favorite ride here. We could go again," Reggie suggested. Leslie just rolled her eyes. "I hate the Scrambler. The fact that it's the best thing here just means that everything else sucks that much more." "Well, I don't want to leave yet," Reggie said. "This place is kind of lame, but admission was fifteen dollars each. I'm not leaving after just a half an hour." "Don't you want to go home with me? I bet we can have a lot more fun there," Leslie purred, her demeanor changing rapidly. It was always like that with her. One second she'd be borderline insufferable, but the next she'd get some sexy idea into her head and she'd be a completely different person - and one that was MUCH more pleasant to be around. Reggie was a bit annoyed, but he was also a bit turned on. Their relationship was just based on sex, after all, so why not take advantage of that? He was tempted. But then again... "Sounds like fun, kitten. But I really don't want to feel like I wasted this money. I'm going on one more ride." "Really?" The sexiness was starting to leave her voice, and the whining was returning. "Just one more, then we can go home. We'll make tonight special." "Oooh, sounds good," Leslie licker her lips, the sex kitten back again. Reggie rolled his eyes and headed off to find his one final ride to go on, with Leslie holding onto his hand. It's impossible to love someone if you don't even respect them, Reggie reflected to himself. But then again, this had never been about love. The relationship was going to be over soon, Reggie could tell. But until then, he wanted to have some fun with it. "Step right up! Step right up, ladies and gents! Come one, come all, for an experience the likes of which you've never seen before and will never see again! Your lives will be forever changed, when you enter... THE LABYRINTH OF DESTINY!" "That guy needs to work on his sales pitch," Leslie whined, hearing the call of the barker. "Labyrinth of destiny? Sounds retarded." "You know what?" Reggie told her. "That's the ride we're going on. Come on, let's go." He grinned a bit at Leslie's shocked reaction. That would teach her to shoot her mouth off like that. "I don't want to go on that ride. I mean, what is it, anyway? Just looks like some big old tent. And not any place big enough to have an actual labyrinth inside. Labyrinth means maze, right?" "Yeah. And if it's so small, then it won't take long at all. Unless you want to stay here while I go in?" "No way, buster," Leslie pouted. "You're not ditching me. We are sticking together, ok?" "Then let's go." Reggie headed over to the tent, showed his wristband to the barker, and stepped through the curtain set up at the door to the tent. Leslie followed. Reggie and Leslie found themselves in a small room, lit dimly by an old, faded lightbulb against one wall. The walls of the room were made of cheap plywood, painted in gaudy colors. The roof of the tent sloped upwards sharply, sharper than either of them had remembered it looking from outside, and the top of the tent was quickly lost in blackness above. There were two closed doors in the room. The one on the right said "women," and the one on the left said "men." Without much hesitation, Leslie walked to the door that said "women" and opened it up to step inside. Reggie followed suit, walking over toward the "men" door. "Where do you think you're going?" Leslie called out. Reggie turned, confused. "Men," he said, gesturing to the sign on the door. "I told you you're not ditching me. Come this way," Leslie insisted. "I don't... it says women, babe. I might get in trouble for going that way." "Who's going to know, and who's going to stop you? This was your idea anyway, now let's go. The sooner we get through this place, the sooner we go home, right?" "Fine." Leslie actually had a point. If Reggie insisted on going through the "men" door, he would just get in a fight with Leslie, which he didn't want. If he just followed along and ran through this place with Leslie as fast as they could, he'd go home quickly and have sex with Leslie, which he did want. That settled it. Leslie stepped through the "women" door, and Reggie followed. When they had both stepped through the door, it swung shut behind them. The two lovers found themselves in another room, larger than the last. There were a dozen or so doors around the outside of this room, too, each one labeled with an ethnicity. "Black," said one door, "White," said another, and "Native American," "Indian," "Pacific Islands," "Arabic," and many more. Between the doors were big charicatures of women, drawn up in the same gaudy colors as the paint in the first room had been, with each woman matching the ethnicity of the door they were painted next to. "Now where?" Leslie asked. "I guess we pick another door," Reggie mused. He looked around to the door they had come through, and saw that it said "Asian" now. "Let's try this one." "Asian? No, that's wrong. That's the way back out, anyway. We're both white, let's take the white door." "If it's the way back out, then we get out of here that much quicker, right? Besides, you chose last time. Let's go." Reggie opened the Asian door and stepped inside. "What the hell?" Reggie gasped, looking around. He could have sworn that the Asian door was the one they had come through first, but he wasn't back in the room where they had started. "What is it?" Leslie asked as she followed him through the door. It swung shut behind her. She gave a little jump when that happened, and turned to glare at the door. "Why do they do that?" "A spring or something," Reggie suggested. "But now where are we? We should be back at the entrance to the tent, right?" "Of course, dummy. So let's get - oh." Leslie saw what Reggie did. They were not in the room with two small doors marked "men" and "women," they were in another larger room, yet it was smaller than the one they had just left. There was no sign of the exit to the tent, either. All the walls were made of the same plywood, there was no cloth curtain marking the edge of the tent. Reggie looked up and all he saw was blackness stretching up, as the small lightbulb that lit this room couldn't penatrate the gloom of the high ceiling. "We must have taken the wrong door back," Reggie said. "Although I could have sworn..." "You got us lost already? Come on, Reggie!" "Hey, chill, it's easy. We just go back the way we came and try another door. I know for certain that we came in through that one." He pointed to the door right behind Leslie, that said "Japan" on it. The other doors were labeled "China," "Korea," and "Vietnam/Indochina." "Back out that door, then we try the ones to either side of it. We'll find the entrance soon enough." "Alright then," Leslie agreed. She opened the door and walked back through it. "No way!" she cried. "What?" Reggie followed her through, and again the door slammed shut. The room they were in now was completely different from all the other rooms they'd been in before. This one was round. Instead of doors, there were a series of buttons placed all around the room at different heights, making kind of a wavy line around the room. The buttons immediately off to the left were low to the floor, but they quickly shot up to around shoulder-height, where they remained for almost the entire circumfrance of the room, before finally dropping about a foot or so in height as they approached the door again from the right. There was a number on each button, going in sequential order, with "1" being immediately on their left and low to the ground, and "80" on their right. "You idiot, this isn't the right way," growled Leslie. "You led us through the wrong door again." "I did not!" Reggie complained. "I kept my eye on it. And you were standing right in front of that door, and you hadn't moved since you walked into the room. That was the right door." "Then why aren't we back where we came from, smart ass?" Leslie asked. "I don't know." "Well, this time you can't fuck it up, there's only one door. Let's just go back through this one, and find our way back from there." "Sounds like a plan," Reggie agreed. He tried the door handle. It wouldn't budge. He pulled as hard as he could. The cheap plywood that the door was in rocked and creaked unsteadily, but held. "What the hell...?" Reggie bent down to look at the door handle and lock closely, and gasped in shock. The door wasn't a door. It was just a section of wall very cleverly painted to look like a door, with a door knob sticking out in just the right place. But that was impossible. It had to be a door, they'd just come through it! "What's the matter?" Leslie demanded. "Look." Reggied gestured to the door, still not really believing his own eyes. Leslie came forward to look, and gave a little gasp of surprise. "It's... how? That can't... there's gotta be some seam." She and Reggie ran their hands over the side of where the door should be, but there was nothing, just smooth paint and wood. "Reggie..." Leslie began. "What?" Reggie shouted, his temper flaring. "You can't say this is my fault. Are you saying that I made the door disappear? How could I do that? Hell, how could anyone do that? Don't try and peg this on me!" "No, Reggie, I wasn't going to..." Tears started to form in Leslie's eyes, but she brushed them away fiercly. "I'm scared, Reggie." Suddenly, Reggie felt really bad about the way he'd been acting. Sure, Leslie had been being a bitch, but that was no reason to flip out at her like that. And seeing the way that Leslie was trying to fight back tears... Reggie could tell that she was really scared, and most girls he knew would be completely losing it if they were in the same situation. But Leslie was trying so hard to be brave. He took a quick step toward Leslie, and wrapped her in a fierce yet gentle hug. She hugged back just as hard, and for a second all else was forgotten. Leslie took comfort in Reggie's strength, and, although Reggie would never admit it, he took comfort in Leslie's strength as well. He was getting a bit scared himself. "Do you know what's going on here?" Leslie asked after a minute. "No, I don't. But if there's no way back and we can't just stay here, I guess we have to go forward." "The buttons?" "I guess," Reggie confirmed. He and Leslie looked around the room to inspect the room. The buttons, were small, white, and nondescript. But behind the buttons, the walls were painted in a big mural. Asian girls covered the walls, some talking to each other, some dancing, some walking or running. One of them was playing a strange-looking three- stringed guitar. The syle of painting wasn't as loud and gaudy as it had been in the previous rooms. This time the artist seemed to be going for some sort of verisimilitude. But there was something about the pictures... "It's age," Leslie said after having walked around the room once. "They get older as they go around the room. It looks like the numbers match their ages. Like look, a bunch of little girls here," she pointed to the pictures to the left of the door, "and old ladies here," she gestured to the right of the door. "You're right," Reggie said. They both drifted over to the late teens, where the girls painted on the wall all looked to be about the same age as Reggie and Leslie. Even though the mural didn't match up exactly with the buttons, and so there was no easy correspondance between which button matched which girl, Leslie's hypothesis about the buttons indicating age seemed to be more or less correct. "Which one do we push?" Leslie asked. "I don't know. I don't even know why we're doing all of this," Reggied told her, exasperated. "Just pick something." "Alright," Leslie said, and, after looking around for another second, took a step to the side and pushed 21. Reggie gave her a puzzled look. "21 is a good age. You can drink." The button that Leslie pressed glowed red, but nothing else happened. Leslie and Reggie waited, but nothing changed. No doors opened. "Maybe you need to press a button, too," Leslie suggested. "Ok," Reggie said, and pressed the button right in front of him, 19. That button glowed red, too, then all the buttons in the room flashed a bright blue and two doors opened, one where the 21 button had been, and one where the 19 button had been. The two buttons were so close to each other that the doors opened onto the same hallway. Reggie stepped through his door and Leslie through hers. Again, the doors slammed shut. They were now in a long hall, that opened out to a very large room at the end. They walked on. As Reggie walked, he looked back at the doors behind him. He saw that the door he had come through was right alongside the left side of the passage, while the door Leslie had come through was right on the right side. That struck him as somewhat odd. They could have pressed any of those buttons, so why did the hallway that they ended up in match up with their choices exactly? Reggie got the strange suspicion that if they had picked any other two buttons, maybe they would have ended up in a hallway that perfectly lined up with those two doors, as though the passage formed in response to their choices. It seemed like kind of a crazy thought, but it was possible with a bit of engineering. There had to be some advanced technology used in this place, anyway. How else could you explain the mysteriously disappearing door? Reggie wanted to turn to share his thoughts with Leslie, but he couldn't. That was odd... he couldn't seem to turn his head to talk to her. Not that there was some sort of force holding him back or anything, but he just couldn't will himself to talk to her. It was the strangest thing Reggie had ever felt. It was as though the barrier was psychological, rather than physical. Somehow a distance had grown between them, just in the last few seconds. Maybe it was because they had pushed different buttons in the last room. But would they even have been allowed to push the same button? They probably could, come to think of it. Reggie just hadn't considered the possibility at the time. Reggie tried to talk to Leslie again, but he found that he just didn't want to talk to her. Again, Reggie felt a bit strange, but shrugged it off. He was just uncomfortable being in this funhouse that had turned out to be anything but fun so far. He just wanted to get through this mess so he could leave, go home, and have Leslie all to himself. With that thought in mind, he pressed forward. The next room was larger than the one they had been in before. There were again paintings of Asian girls all around the side of the room, but each one looked a lot more similar than they had before, because they all appeared to be about the same age. No wait, that wasn't entirely true. The ones on the left side of the room, Reggie's side, looked a bit younger than those on Leslie's side. Without consulting with Leslie, Reggie turned to examine the wall on his side of the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Leslie doing the same thing on her side, but he couldn't pay much attention to her. The wall was covered, all the way across, with knobs, levers, and slides. Each one had a label next to it. The first one said "height," with a little lever that could be pulled up or down. Reggie examined it for a second, then pulled it all the way down. To his surprise, the picture on the wall that was closest to the lever shrunk. "Woah," Reggie breathed, reaching out to touch the picture. It didn't feel like wood, but then again, it didn't really feel like anything else Reggie had ever touched before. "Some kind of flat-panel screen," Reggie figured. "I was right, there is some really advanced technology in here. Who would have thought it from that small, raggedy tent?" Come to think of it, this room was actually about the same size as the whole tent had looked from the outside. Reggie looked again and shook his head. He must not have gotten a very good look before they came in. Weirder and weirder. Leaving the lever all the way down, Reggie moved on to the next little lever, a horizontal one labeled "weight." It was currently in the middle. Reggie slid it all the way to the right, and the girl in the closest picture became grotesquely fat. "Ew," Reggie exclaimed, and pushed the lever all the way back the other way. The girl shed three hundred pounds in the space of a second, and now was as thin as a rail, her yellow dress hanging off her skeletal frame. That caused Reggie to shudder as well, and he tapped the lever a bit more over to the right, until the girl didn't look like she was at death's door. Reggie kept moving. There were knobs and dials and levers that controlled all the different characteristics of the girls in the paintings, and the clothes the girls wore in each painting were picked carefully to emphasize the part of the body that was being altered. A series of three knobs controlled hand size and shape, a few sliders worked the length and shape of the legs, there were a set of levers for the width of hips and waist and bust. Grinning wickedly, Reggie pushed the hips and bust as wide as they would go, while pulling the waist as tight as it would go, giving the girl in the closest picture a comically exaggerated form. There were other smaller knobs that Reggie at first thought didn't do much, but soon realized they controlled some of the more subtle aspects of the shape of the body, like the ratio of fat to muscle in the stomach, which was apparently a completely different measure than the size of the stomach. Reggie spun those dials idly and moved on, adjusting shoulders, arms, hands, and neck. The controls for the face were almost absurdly intricate, and it seemed that half of the wall was dedicated to shifting around the tiniest details of facial bone structure. Reggie played around with the different sliders absently, moving past them quickly. The last set of sliders were for hair, and Reggie set the hair length as long as it would go, and watched the picture change as long, thick, silky hair stretched down past the ass of the girl in the picture. A few more changes adjusted the hue (all variations on black and the darkest browns) and some seemed to affect styling some, before Reggie got bored with those controls as well, and finished his circuit of the wall. Standing in front of Reggie was another door, this one covered with the picture of a girl. She looked terrible, like some sort of Frankenstein's monster, with mismatched body parts thrown together. Some individual aspects of her figure looked sexy and feminine - the legs weren't bad, and her tits were HUGE - but the overall effect was kind of grotesque. Basketball-sized breasts on a girl that's only 4 foot ten just look WEIRD. Shuddering, Reggie stepped forward to head through the door and get on to the next room, but his hand fell away from the knob. The second he touched the knob, he had felt a strange sense of kinship with the girl painted on the door (or was that displayed on the screen embedded in the door?). He felt a certain empathy for the girl, and knew he couldn't leave her looking like that. The girl was obviously the product of his haphazard fiddling. He had made her a freak, and he felt like he had to fix her. Reggie went back to the beginning, and tried again. He felt bad about creating such a horrible figure, and wanted to compensate by going in the other direction, creating the loveliest girl he could. He raised the height up some, but not a lot, since he had always preferred shorter women. Especially for Asian girls, he liked them shorter than most. He pushed the mass slider a bit more to the fat side, filling out the girl'd figure until she looked a lot healthier. She was far from fat, but neither was she the skeleton she had been, or the waif he had changed her to shortly thereafter. The weight was distributed oddly and unevenly between fat and muscle, and Reggie realized he'd have to be more careful with the detail-knobs further along the wall. Reggie continued along the wall, much more intent on what he was doing this time. He played with the dials and levers carefully, trying to find the most appealing combinations he could. The figure he was building was small and dainty, not to an extreme level, but with an obvious amount of delicacy that he found to be very appealing. At the sliders for hips, waist, and bust, he moved everything a lot closer to the center, creating more realistic curves, but then went a bit farther, pulling out the waist so that there was actually a bit of muscle mass to it, pulling in the hips so that her ass curved nicely but didn't really protrude. Reggie took a lot more time on the slide for her breasts, moving it back and forth, watching the her tits baloon out and then shrink back. It was strangely arousing, but Reggie did his best to push those thoughts aside. He left the slider alone for a while, and went to the other few knobs that controlled the shape of the breasts. After a little fiddling, he thought for a second, then went over to the door at the end of the room to see what he had put together so far. He was surprised at how good it had all come out so far. The biggest surprise was the breasts. He had just left the slider for size in a random position, and when he saw what that position was, he realized that he had left them rather small: barely more than an A-cup, if he was any good at guessing these things. But they rode high and proud on her chest, perky and shapely. And even though they were small, Reggie could tell that they would be enough to grab onto. He had always been a big-boob man before, but what he saw on the girl on the door was somehow more attractive than the biggest knockers he'd ever seen online. They were small, but perfect, breasts. Reggie wouldn't change them for the world. Once he was able to drag his eyes away from the breasts, Reggie looked at the rest of what he'd accomplished and gave a grunt of satisfaction. There were a few minor details to change - the legs didn't meet smoothly enough with the hips, for one - so Reggie hurried back over, adjusted the appropriate sliders, then hurried back to the door. Perfect. Reggie returned to where he had left off and kept fine-tuning the sliders to his liking. He pushed up the muscle in the belly, then left just enough fat over it to give it a smooth shape. He moved on, continuing in the same manner that he had started, crafting a graceful and delicate upper body. The face was the hard part. Reggie slaved for what felt like hours pulling one way and another with the girl's face, until eventually he found something that worked. There were so many little things to consider, and everything had to work together in just the right way. It took a long time, but in the end Reggie sat back smiling, impressed with the beauty he had created. Then on to the hair. He shortened it so that it only fell down a few inches past the shoulders and styled it a bit, then stepped in front of the door again. This time, the final product was far from grotesque. A picture of immense, gental beauty was projected on the door in front of him. Smiling with a deep satisfaction, Reggie opened the door and stepped through. Reggie was in another hallway. The walls were painted in murals once more, and this time every girl on the walls was the girl that he had crafted in the previous room. She looked out at him from dozens of different attitudes, a different emotion on her face every time. Sometimes she scowled, sometimes smiled, sometimes cried. The faces on the walls were so expressive that Reggie felt himself begin to fill with emotion a bit, but he pressed on. At the end of the hall, another door stood with a few dozen different sliders on it. Looking over them, he realized what he was adjusting. "Personality," he breathed. The sliders worked on scales like "extrovert to introvert," "friendly to cold," "lusty to prudish," "hedonistic to ascetic." Reggie went to work again, designing what he thought would be the perfect personality. He had long ago stopped questioning why he was doing what he was doing. The work of creating a person and a personality had consumed him. He twitched the sliders one way and another, not noticing as the murals behind his back shifted with every motion, the expressions changing and exaggerating. As he pushed the slider towards "optimistic," smiles deepened while frowns smoothed away. As he moved toward "energetic," the poses the girl was in became more lively, and more wanton as he nudged another slider toward "carefree." Eyeshadow darkened sexy smirks as he moved the slider toward "lusty," but after a bit of consideration, pushed it back a little bit towards the prudish side. This girl would have a good time in bed, but she wouldn't be a slut. "Rebellious." "Intelligent." "Creative." "Hedonistic." When he had finished adjusting the last slider, he reached for the doorknob and, with an immense feeling of satisfaction, opened the door. Where had Leslie gone? The room Reggie found himself in was small, with a manequin standing in the middle. The manequin was extremely lifelike, and looked exactly like the girl he had designed in the last room. She had a big smile on her face and seemed to be dancing wildly. She was also completely naked. There were two doors in the room, one behind the manequin and one off to the side. There was no door leading back. The door to the side slid open, and Reggie walked over to peer inside. It was a huge walk-in closet, with every kind item of clothing imaginable inside. Reggie walked in and looked around, stunned for a moment by the sheer selection of clothing. But he regained his focus once again, and went digging through the closet. He knew exactly what his Miho would wear. At that moment, he knew that was the girl's name. Reggie went to the lingerie section first and pulled out a matching black set of bra and panties. They were not lacy or frilly at all, just straight black and purely functional, but they were cut in a somewhat revealing way that hinted at fun. Reggie threw the bra and panties out into the main room and went digging for more. He found a pair of plain dark blue ankle socks, and some classic converse sneakers, and threw those out the door as well. He finished off with a pair of black jeans in a relaxed cut, and a dark red tank top that would leave a large section of belly exposed. Those were thrown out towards the manequin along with the rest. Reggie took one last look around, then headed out of the walking closet. When he left, the door swung shut behind, and he wasn't surprised to see the Miho manequin fully dressed in the clothes he had thrown out for her. Still dancing wildly, it looked like she was in the middle of a night out at a club and having the time of her life. But there was no life in those eyes. And something else was missing. Looking around the room, Reggie saw a table full of jewelry and other kinds of accessories. Bracelets and necklaces of all shapes and sizes glittered in front of him, but he moved past all of those, looking for something a little less gaudy. He found two plain silver studs and brought them over to the manequin, placing them at her ears. They stuck in place. He found a navel ring with a large bit of dark pink quartz in it, and set that in place as well. Lastly, he found half a dozen rings of various styles - one a twist of intricately patterned silver, one a small, colorful, ceramic band, one a circle of gold so thin he was afraid he would break it. He brought them over and slid them onto her fingers. Examining his work, Reggie gave a final nod of approval. He was happy with what he had made, and he felt like his work was done. He had done everything he had to do, everything he was supposed to do. With one final look back at the mannequin, Reggie strode over to the door in the back of the room and flung it open wide. Blinding white light assaulted him from the other side. Reggie threw up his arms to cover his eyes. The light was only on for a second, but that second seemed to stretch on to an eternity, as Reggie's world was obliterated by an ocean of whiteness that swept over everything. As quickly as the light had come on, it was gone. Miho lowered her hands from in front of her face and looked around. It looked like she had stepped through that last door when the light was on. When she heard the last door slam behind her, she snapped her head around quickly, her long black hair whirling around her face. She breated a sigh of relief, although she couldn't say why. She felt like she had just been though a harrowing ordeal, although she didn't feel harrowed at all. If anything, she felt more refreshed and energized than she had when she had first entered the tent. Turning away from the door, she saw, for the first time since she entered, the cloth wall of a tent up ahead. There was a big opening in the fabric, and the blinking neon lights of the carnival came flashing through. She had made it through the maze! Miho gave a little whoop of delight and ran towards the light. "There you are, I've been waiting for almost a half an hour for you. I thought you'd gotten lost!" Kasumi scolded. Kasumi was Miho's older sister, only two years older but she thought she knew everything. She was bossy and uptight and had always been their parents' favorite. "Dutiful," they called her. "No fun" was more like it. Even though Kasumi had turned 21 a little over two months ago, Miho was sure she hadn't been out drinking once. Miho, on the other hand, went out almost every night. Just because she was 19 didn't mean she couldn't have any fun. Besides, for a hot young girl with a good fake ID, age didn't matter anyway. "I got so worried when we were separated," Kasumi was saying. "Whatever. It's not like I wandered off somewhere. I was just taking my time," Miho shot back. "What would our parents say?" Kasumi gasped, appaled at her younger sister's nonchalant attitude. "I don't really care. I've been at college for a year. They're used to letting me do what I want, or at least they should be. Just because I'm home for the weekend doesn't mean they own me again." Kasumi frowned. "Still, I'd appreciate it if we-" Miho snorted. "Forget what you appreciate. We've got plenty of time around here, let's have some fun! You want to go on the Scrambler again?" "Oh yes!" Kasumi exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "That one's my favorite." Miho just gestured for her to follow, and the two sisters ran off throug the carnival, yelling and laughing. They would bicker at times, but they still loved each other. They were good friends; they were sisters. As their shouting and laughter faded into the calliope music of the carnival, the barker's voice could still be heard ringing out. "Step right up! Step right up, ladies and gents! 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An hour had passed, and it was getting darker and darker. Ariadne had taken her human form as she stood at the beach ahead of her. She took a light red flare of a dress as her clothing as the wind from the beach pushed and pulled her dress too and fro. It would be a welcoming look for the coming children. “I will kill my father when this is done,” she said to herself. “There is no mercy for his acts. He used me to create a labyrinth of slaughter. He made that first batch of children from...

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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Labyrinth of LoveChapter 7 Shifting Paths

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Knight Kevin – The Free City of Grahata, Yalut Island I walked into the Temple of Luben, a small structure dwarfed by the more popular religions of Pater, Slata, and Seljan. It was modest on the outside and plain in the inside. The floors were a checkered pattern of black and white stone, dark-stained pews forming two rows advancing towards an altar of black and white granite. Beyond, a statue of the God of Marriage, arms spread wide in welcome,...

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Magical LabyrinthChapter 11

Rebecca opened her eyes. She was lying flat on her back, and as her gaze traveled upward to the warm sunlight mixing with the trees, she saw that the canopies above her were filled with life, and ripe with the promise of the coming fall season. "Oh, my home is so beautiful," Rebecca thought. "Thank You God for my beautiful Earth, thank You for my life, thank You for my husband. Thank You God, for all good gifts around me." Rebecca sat up, saw Robert and smiled. Robert was also sitting,...

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Ariadne and the Tales of Heroes Erotic VersionChapter 8 The Labyrinth of Trade

Two days had passed. Ariadne had done her part. Using her magic, she created the Labyrinth of Trade in which the trade negotiators could come and navigate the beautiful garden plant walls that led to the center. It was not a complicated maze for anybody as it was designed for aesthetic purposes. Every flower she could think of lined the plant walls. Pathways made of marble, gemstones, and carvings of the gods lined all around it. It all leads to the apex center that had a marble table that...

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The Labyrinth Extended Prologue

Labyrinth Extended Prologue When he opened up his eyes, he knew whose face he would wear to get the job done. It was four o'clock in the morning and the day had not even started yet. He always woke up this early, no matter how terrible the jet lags or how severe his wounds after gunfights - or how tired his body after interrogation sessions. It's automatic: one of those things that his body was trained for; a simple practice that had saved his life countless times. He reached...

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The Labyrinth Ch 01

Air stirred in the small cell. Small strands of hay danced, twirling and spinning around each other as warm wind found its way through the cracks and hallways of the palace. Young Theseus closed his eyes with a sigh, welcoming the fresh air. The man sat stiffly against the cool wall of his cell, strong arms crossed over his stomach. Despite his calm demeanor, the youth hummed with energy, purpose and confidence. Suddenly, the door to the cells groaned open. Theseus squared...

Historical
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The Labyrinth Prologue

LABYRINTH - Prologue Ned Guthrie stepped out of the bus and immediately had to balance himself. The paper bags in his hands tilted and the contents almost spilled out to the pavement. He wobbled for a second, trying to reach one of the chairs at the bus stop. Then he began rearranging his stuffs. Finally placing the champagne, roses and other items properly inside, he carried the bags and walked to his apartment. It was almost dark as the autumn breeze slowly dragged the fallen...

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The World of Erasthay the Son of LustChapter 60 Into the Labyrinth

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story. Kurtis – The Labyrinth, The Empire of Shizhuth I led my two sisters and mother into the Labyrinth at a jog. My armor shifted around me, my helm strapped tight. I...

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Home for Horny Monsters Book TwoChapter 7 The Labyrinth

Daryl stood outside the garage apartment, staring up at the windows above the garage door. It had been no easy matter tracking down the delivery girl. Luckily, she worked several jobs around town, and was well known by name at more than a few establishments. Those who knew her also knew her story. Apparently the love of her life had died in a terrible motorcycle accident. They had scraped what was left of Alex Winters off of the highway, leaving behind grieving parents and a closed casket...

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Labyrinth of Lust Part 2

“What the hell?” she said softly to herself. “I’ve got an idea we’re not in Kansas anymore Toto.” “Something wrong my pet?” said a male voice causing Yvonne to jump. Yvonne looked around but saw nothing. “Who said that?” “I did my pet.” “Well duh! Who are you?” she asked and looked around. Then she whispered to herself, “Why the fuck did I ever go off with that fucking French maid?” “Me? Why, I’m the Minotaur. And I sent the, ‘fucking French maid,’ as you put it, to bring you to me” “Why can’t...

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Dantes Labyrinth

In a television studio near Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, The Morning show Good Morning Pittsburgh is just coming back from commercial. “And in 5 4 3 2 1 cue KC”. The camera then focuses on former Miss Pennsylvania winner KC Daniels. ” And we are back for our final segment. Our tech expert Hannah Dixon will interview Creator and CEO of Hell Spawn games Lucifer Devlin. But before we do that lets go to meteorologist Sonni Deigh for today's weather forecast, Sonni.” ” Thank you KC” smiles Sonni. The...

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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Labyrinth of LoveChapter 9 The Knightrsquos Passion

Knight Kevin – The Free City of Grahata, Yalut Island The night wore on as we stood our watch in the overgrown Labyrinthine Gardens. The trees and bushes were so thick, the stone buildings of Grahata were completely obscured. There was almost no light, the night sky half-overcast, the moon struggling to shine through black clouds. But our eyes had adjusted to what light there was. The entrance to the labyrinth was a dark pit before us, faint stairs slowly merging into the black. My five...

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Wiz TV Labyrinth

This is a different direction for me. I tried to combine some of my own (strange) thoughts and concepts with the 'Wiz-TV' universe. And I included a bit of crossover from the 'Spells-R-Us' universe just for fun. I'd like to apologize in advance if anyone thinks I've done a gross injustice to either universe. And now, let the reading begin.... Wiz-TV: The Labyrinth by Elrod W CHAPTER 1 Kevin Munson looked over the schedule, then sighed. Another long day of filming. His...

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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Labyrinth of LoveChapter 8 Impaled by the Minotaur

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Acolyte Sophia – The Labyrinth, the Island of Yalut The words of the Minotaur echoed down the hallway out of the darkness of the large room before us. The source of the foul stench pervading the Labyrinth flowed with it. In the glow of my pink, ethereal light bobbing beside me, I spotted a skeletal arm stretched out of the large room, fingers twisted in agony, one of the beast’s victims. My heart hammered fast. We were at the heart of the...

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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Labyrinth of LoveChapter 5 Songbirdrsquos Passion

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Warlock Faoril – The Golden Hunger sailing the Nimborgoth Thunder rumbled in the distance. Lightning illuminated a squall on the dark horizon. Night had fallen and the Golden Hunger rocked, her sea anchor deployed, the crew singing songs on the mid deck, their brawny chests illuminated by several lanterns around the boat. I watched them from the stern deck, leaning on a railing. A few glanced at me, giving me huge, possessive grins. I shifted,...

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The Labyrinth Ch 02

Always forward, never left or right, Theseus remembered. The tear on his left side continued stretched against his increased bulk, ripping up to his armpit. The cool air that flowed in and against his skin made him shiver with pleasure. His small breasts had grown enough to show through the tear, the swell of the new skin soft and white against his tanned skin. White fur sprouted between his breasts, lengthening into a small tuft that tickled his thick, hardened nipples. Theseus...

Historical
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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Labyrinth of LoveChapter 4 Taming the Rakshasa

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Thrak – The Free City of Hargone I clenched my fist as I marched across the deck of the Golden Hunger. The pirate crew scurried around us, preparing the ship to cast off from the river docks of Hargone. We would put out into the Elba River and sail north through the river’s mouth and into the Nimborgoth. A northeast course would takes us to the island of Yalut and the city of Grahata. There, in the city’s labyrinth, we would slay Gewin’s...

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The Labyrinth

(Welcome to the Labyrinth! A Choose-Your-Own Sexventure! In this adventure we will be guiding our Hero or Heroine through the dark and dangerous world of the Labyrinth. However before we can make it there we have to figure out just who we are and that is what these first few chapters will be about. Building the character that you will then be taking in to the labyrinth itself. Along the way we will also pick up weapons, gear and maybe a few companions. Each chapter will have the stats and...

Fantasy
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Labyrinth

LABYRINTH BY PAUL G. JUTRAS Based on a dream, I do not claim owner ship to any characters from the Jim Hensonand George Lucas film of same title. "We won't be too late, big guy," said dad as he got his hat helped mom on with her coat. "Take care of the house for us." "Right," I said with a smile as I watched the front door close from atop of the stairs. I then rushed to my bedroom window to make sure their car was pulled out of the driveway and out of sight at the end...

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Magical LabyrinthChapter 12

"Rebecca, you've been as quiet as a mouse since you got back from your date. You and Robert didn't have a fight, did you?" "Huh?" "I've been watching you. You try to study, but then you pick up and just stare at those $5 bills of yours. Are you having trouble with money? Maybe I can help... " "What? Oh! Oh no Susan. I'm fine with money. These are crisp $5 bills. I was idly admiring the workmanship... And Robert and I didn't fight. We had... an amazing time. We've gotten to...

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The Labyrinth

For decades, the Minotaur has fed on seven virgins of each sex yearly, ravaging their bodies with his powerful loins before they die... Then came the hero Theseus who is said to have slain the Minotaur. Monsters are not so easily banished however, and nine years after the slaying of the beast, it was resurrected by a mage to serve the New Empire. It was placed in a new labyrinth, no longer allowing methods other than your own sense of direction by a powerful magic. This new labyrinth stretches...

Fantasy
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Pans Labyrinth Pt 1

It was all the rage and Aiden couldn’t ignore it any longer. Pan’s Labyrinth had opened up in the Meatpacking District and it was receiving rave reviews from the bisexual community; a club dedicated to bisexuals and pansexuals alike. If you went there, it was assumed that you liked men, women and anyone lovely in between. Despite its cute logo and demure entrance, the venue was really a sex club.Aiden loved sex but she hesitated on going to the club because of her incessant shyness and rampant...

Bisexual
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Fulfilling Destiny

My sex life drastically changed lately. I’ve never been too outgoing in that department, but recently my wife and I discovered a mutual kink. Well, I might be getting ahead of myself. In order for you to understand my situation I’ll give you some background. I’m a real quiet dude. I don’t have many friends, I’m not social, I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I’m practically a 31 year old kid. That may be a turnoff to most, however I am extremely kind and generous. The few friends I have absolutely...

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Senior Year Part IChapter 22 Date With Destiny

Saturday October 29 My eyes blinked open, and I moaned. And not the good type of moan like I made last night, but the moan an old man must utter when every part of him aches. My Vitamin T had worn off, and I hadn’t taken a pain pill before going to bed last night. I decided to get up and cringed when my whole right side decided it might cramp up. Duke lay at the side of the bed, where he’d slept last night. He gave me a look that said it was too early. “Hey, Buddy. Go get me a pain pill,...

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Interview With Destiny

Interview with Destiny By Cassandra Morgan This was destiny, I kept telling myself. And I was Destiny. At last. All along, it was supposed to end up this way. I never had a chance. People always thought that I was surrounded by rainbows, and now I was going to be. They knew it all the time. I stuck my left toe into my pantyhose and pulled them over my smooth leg. This was nice, almost liquid in texture. I smoothed the hose over my calf. I smiled. I put my right foot in, like...

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The Yellow Book Fantasies Ch 16 Is It Destiny

As you know, I sung in the choir in high school and in college. In my last year of high school, this tale happened...It was a day when our school was hosting the state choral competitions. We already performed. I walked in on a table of eight people playing a not-so-innocent game of Truth or Dare. I had no experience playing it. So, I shrugged and said to myself: "Fuck it.""Y'all playing Truth or Dare? I'm playing."I took my seat. At that moment, I instantly thought up of some of the most...

Oral Sex
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Its Your Destiny

It's your Destiny This is a story I started cooking up as my first TG story many years ago. It is now vastly different, as was Wildfire, and Hiding in plain sight. My last attempt at a normal story was a disaster, so I have to go with the kind of thing I love to write. I am working on stories based on the Highlander universe, as well as the Star Trek one, but this story just won't stay away. Hopefully, you will enjoy it, I awoke with a start to my alarm clock. It was time...

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Destiny

It has been said that there are three steps to happiness - step 1 find out who we are, step 2 - accept who we are and step 3 - be who we are. For many of us, this is straightforward but for some, the changes needed to complete each step are far reaching and life changing. It's then that we need Destiny to do her job. Destiny is a funny thing. For most of the time, we don't even notice her. It's as if she's sitting in the background, quietly minding her own business until she...

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Erics Destiny

Introduction: I had no idea my best friends fater was in love with me… My name is Destiny. When my parents told me that they would be out of town for a whole week, my first reaction was excitement. However, upon further pondering, I realized that I had never been left alone for a whole night, much less a weekend. I hid my nervousness from my parents, after all, I was supposed to be old enough for that stuff. Luckily, my best friend Brittany lived next door with her dad (who was my dads best...

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Erics Destiny

I was okay for most of the first day, keeping busy by eating and watching television. When the sun set, my stomach sank. I tried not to think about how dark it was outside, and how alone I was. The quiet of the room started screaming at me, and I knew I had to get out. The cool air blew threw my thin pajamas when I walked over to Brittany's house. I looked down and realized my nipples were struggling against the thin fabric, and I hoped that Brittany's dad was already asleep to avoid some...

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The PensionChapter 3 The Labyrinth

The rays of the early morning sun had not spilled over the snow covered tops of the nearby mountains, yet Clara was already on her feet. She put on her running shoes and clothes to go for a morning jog before breakfast. The physical exertion would reinvigorate every cell in her brain to attack with clarity the challenges of the day. Based on the tourist map provided by the hotel, she traced a trajectory she wanted to run that would take her through a labyrinth of streets of the old section...

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The Labyrinth

Author's note: If you wish your decisions to have consequences, make sure to click on the 'Start Game' feature during the Introduction. That way, the story shall remember whether the girls escape your clutches or if they fall one by one to the dreadful creatures that inhabit the labyrinth. Otherwise, if you'd prefer to enjoy all the possible options available to you with each monster, feel free to ignore it entirely. Doing so will, however, impact the story's continuity as the adventurers you...

Fantasy
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Pans Labyrinth Pt 2

Two full days passed before Alyssa finally texted Damien. Not wanting to appear desperate, she had fought the temptation to contact him the very next day after their amazingly erotic encounter at Pan’s Labyrinth. Damien had awakened the insatiable lustful side of Alyssa, the one that was always aroused and craved scintillating, sumptuous and kinky sex. When she sent the text message to him, she didn’t expect him to reply so quickly. But to her surprise and delight, he called her within five...

Fetish
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Magical LabyrinthChapter 8

The next week flowed very slowly. The utter barren nature of the new maze and the total lack of color were difficult for both Robert and Rebecca to overcome. Millie was a great comfort, a sponge for affection, always in delight whenever they took the time to pet her. Driven by the pressing need to change their environment, they worked 18-hour stretches of mapping work, with just brief pauses to kiss and caress each other. Their sleep periods together were affectionate but just slightly...

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The Force of Destiny

It was the Sunday after the Friday when Team USA beat the Soviets in the so-called Miracle on Ice in Lake Placid, New York. Who could forget Al Michaels’ now iconic call, ‘Do you believe in Miracles? Yes!’ The upstart USA hockey team’s upset at the 1980 Winter Olympics is the first thing Paulette Mirkin and Warren Kogan talked about when they met on that blustery February night at a singles mingle thing held in the community room of an apartment complex. Neither of them wanted to go. Not...

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Knowing My Destiny

Knowing My Destiny By Mistress X This is the story of one Halloween when a long held tradition changed my life. I was laying on the couch on Halloween afternoon when I heard shuffling at the door. "I got the costumes!" yelled Mike as he finally wrestled his way inside. "Well it's about time," Steve complained as he came down the stairs. "Hey Pete, get in here so we can see what he got." I rolled off the couch and shambled over as Mike pulled three adult Halloween costumes from...

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Cassandras Destiny

Well, here's the deal, I entered this story in a contest, unfortunately for me it wasn't selected as a finalist. Luckily for you guys you get to read it before the contest begins since the rights have been released back to me now. I ask that you accept it as a slightly rewritten version of the original (which I found much too short for my style of writing) and send your comments and votes to let me know how I'd have done if it had been chosen. For this I give you my heart felt thanks. So, here...

Supernatural
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Destiny

Destiny by The Dream Weaver There are many who believe that a persons destiny cannot be altered. In some cases, though, the magic that comes from a meeting of two souls can intervene and cause destiny to rewrite itself. The desires of mortals are sometimes taken in to consideration by the Gods and they bestow a gift for the sake of love. Chapter 1 Angel laughed so suddenly, she choked on the soda she had been drinking. "Jeez, Ian" she sputtered, "warn me next time you are...

3 years ago
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A True Encounter Created By Destiny

Dear Friends, This is my first attempt of penning down an encounter in my life which still fills my heart with strong feelings. I am basically from Goa, having my business operating from there. Because of my business compulsions I need to travel to neighboring state cities especially Belgaum, Dharwad, Hubli etc. This happened in those days when I was travelling back from Belgaum to Goa during the month of July. There a shorter route which is actually a forest internal road. This road is open to...

2 years ago
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Kens Destiny

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the rights to any anime or anime characters mentioned, especially Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040, the character of Nene Romanova (Both property of Studio AIC), or Evangelion's Misato Katsuragi (Property of GAINAX) or their voice actors. The Ken character however, is based loosely on me. May contain traces of OOC, and slight 2040 and EVA spoilers. KENS DESTINY By Apsm My name is Ken. Well, it used to be, but it's the events of why it used to be that way,...

1 year ago
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Destiny

As strange as it may sound to some, my best friend is a lesbian. I'm a divorced, thirty-two year old male that flies a helicopter for the Washington State Police. Denise is the twenty-eight year old paramedic/observer that works with me every day. Both of us are sworn troopers and both of us have done street time of course - it's a departmental requirement - but, due to the specialty skills we possess, we found ourselves fast-tracked through the mandatory patrol time and put as quickly as was...

1 year ago
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A Date With Destiny

(note from Author? (note from Author?.. This is my first attempt at writing a story?feedback is welcome. Thank you. )   It began simply enough, a dream, a wish, nothing more than a reoccurring fantasy. That simple beginning has plummeted into a mass of complex feelings and emotions, leaving me in this current situation. I steal a quick glance into my rear- view mirror and I take stalk of the reflection I see staring back at me. Strong, yet feminine features, warm brown eyes...

2 years ago
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Labyrinths Litches and Lesbians Side B Real World

 The party began standing up and packing their belongings. The sound of chairs rubbing against tiled floors reverberated around the room, followed by packs zipping and unzipping, books sliding inside the packs, and dice rattling around small plastic containers. The GM had congratulated the party members on a victorious encounter, and the party looked forward to the next week and the reward from a hard-fought battle. Owen, the GM was still packing his books, maps, and tokens when two of the...

Humor
2 years ago
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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Labyrinth of LoveChapter 3 Forgotten Love

Knight Kevin – The Free City of Hargone Angela’s face hardened at my pronouncement of her crimes and the declaration that her name was attainted and stricken from the rolls of the Knights Deute. The wind from the desert whipped at her fiery hair. We stood on the outskirts of Hargone, the Halani Desert’s sands only a block away. Crowded tenement buildings made of yellow-white mud loomed around us. The pedestrians on the streets hurried inside, leaving it empty. I didn’t care. My focus was on...

2 years ago
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The Labyrinth Part One

They say that on first arrival at a coastal town you should ask the way to the old port, for it is there that you will find the soul of the place. That is what the boy planned to do the first moment he and the girl emerged from the shadows of the railway station and into the impossible brightness.A weather-beaten hand had shown the way. The girl loved that the boy knew things like that. She loved how he always ignored every taverna's printed menu and walked straight into the kitchen to find the...

Straight Sex
4 years ago
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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Labyrinth of LoveChapter 2 Cuckolded by the Orc

Xerathalasia – Uchmehn Oasis, Halani Desert “What is this trick?” Asma asked, the petite, ebony-skinned girl frowned as she stared at me stretched out naked in the new tent. Her head cocked to the side, then she glanced at Minx who had a mischievous grin. At a glance, Minx looked like a child next to Asma, the halfling’s head coming up to Asma’s flat stomach. The halfling held Asma’s hand, metallic-bronze wrapped in dark ebony. But nothing about Minx’s body, clad in tight britches and a...

2 years ago
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The Dark Labyrinth

Consciousness makes an unwelcome return as you awaken, freezing and numb on cold stone. You are completely disoriented: the room is pitch black and your head throbs from whatever knocked you out. After a few minutes of fumbling around you are able to locate a torch and striker, the flare of light blinding you as it ignites. A few moments of painful blinking adjusts you to the light and you can properly survey your surroundings. You seem to be in a holding cell of sorts, a dense iron door...

Fantasy
3 years ago
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The Lustful Labyrinth

Christ, you think, can't believe he made an easy job a shit one. You were walking home after work, finding yourself incredibly irritated by your boss, who seemed to have a knack for forcing you to do more work than you would usually have to. Today, for example, he ordered you to help him fix the water dispenser in the office, yet you found yourself being the one having to be on the ground looking at its inner workings to find a solution. Your boss didn't even thank you when you finally got it...

Fantasy
3 years ago
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Labyrinth

Megan woke up without knowing where she was. It was dark and humid and the floor felt cold and wet against her back. There was a soft light coming from the ceiling but it was different from the normal radiance of a light bulb. She looked more carefully, realizing that the light was coming from some sort of worm attached to a stone wall. Megan was in a cave! What happened? She thought, bringing one hand to her forehead. She wondered how she got here. The last thing she remembered was...

2 years ago
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Guin and the Beastly Labyrinth

Guin awoke with a startled gasp, he looked to his wrist and realized he was chained to the wall of a cell. Guin's muscled body was exposed as he struggled and flexed his well tone body, He couldn't remember anything except for setting up camp and suddenly losing consciousness, Suddenly his entire body flared up in heat as his shaft became fully erect. he begins to hear the sound of movement coming from behind the cell door. And somehow, that just made him more excited.

2 years ago
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Labyrinth of the Bred

As my mind slowly broke free of the lingering layer of sleep that remained there, the first thing I noticed was the cold grip of irons attached to my wrists and again down at my ankles. Throwing open my eyes in confusion and panic, I struggled to forward in the vain hope that I was just imagining things. When the cold metal held fast, the horrible realization that I wasn't dreaming or simply mistaken had started to set in. I was locked in place, standing in a spread eagle fashion. Thrashing in...

3 years ago
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Labyrinth of Lust

"No, seriously, Jerry," Sean the bartender tells you, smiling sadly, "Go after some other girl." You've been studying at the Caoimhe University in Ireland for a couple of months now, having flown over from your native America on an exchange program to spend a year here studying folk lore. The place is amazing, a huge, ancient rambling network of buildings, gardens and lawns, and you've found it a wonderful and fascinating experience. What's grabbed your fascination most of all though, is a girl...

Fantasy
4 years ago
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Labyrinth Adventures

Bright lights.... Your eyes hurt as the lights almost blind you. "I hate Mondays" you groan as you try to get up. "What the- why's my bed so...sandy?". You try to roll off your bed with your head throbbing with one of the worst hangovers you ever had. One of your work buddies had invited you to his bachelor party yesterday, with the number of drinks and lap dances you had, it was a wonder you had made it back to your house. "Wait a sec.. Why does my bed keep on going?" You again force your...

3 years ago
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Littlest Nymph in the Labyrinth

You are a young boy, approaching the awkward age of puberty, but not quite there yet. You live in a small village in the mountains, and your father is a goat herder. You are likely to inherit his profession, as there is not much else you could do in this place. You spend your days playing with the other children of the village and chasing unruly goats around with sticks. Ultimately, life is boring. You gobble up the stories about grand adventures that the occasional traveler tells you and the...

1 year ago
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In the Labyrinth

First there is only the blackness. Silent, absolute black. Then a glimmer, a flash of light. A faint rumbling sound. The taste of licorice. Licorice? A strange word, you think to yourself. Yet familiar. You suddenly realize that you are thinking. That there is a you. The flash of light repeats, becomes an oscillation. You think to yourself, I can open my eyes. I have eyes. Then: fear. What will you see when you open your eyes? Is it better to keep them closed? And then deeper fear, a cold that...

3 years ago
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Labyrinth

Megan woke up without knowing where she was. It was dark and humid. The floor felt cold and wet against her back. There was a soft light coming from the ceiling but it was different from the normal radiance of a light bulb. She looked more carefully, realizing that the light was coming from some sort of worm attached to a stone wall. Megan was in a cave! What happened? She thought, bringing one hand to her forehead. She wondered how she got here. The last thing she remembered was standing in...

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