The Omega Project
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I wasn’t just a little nervous, I was in absolute panic over the unknown that I was about to face. My name is John and I’m a freshman at Grayson College. Most people haven’t heard of Grayson, but it’s existed for over fifty years. The college is located in the Northeast and has demanding entrance requirements—high grades in high school, very high SAT scores, extra curricula activity a definite plus. The only exception to a purely quantitative admission or rejection is that past family alumni...
I wasn't just a little nervous; I was in absolute panic over the unknown that I was about to face. My name is John and I'm a freshman at Grayson College. Most people haven't heard of Grayson, but it's existed for over fifty years. The college is located in the Northeast and has demanding entrance requirements—top grades in high school, very high SAT scores, extra curricular activity a definite plus. The only exception to their purely quantitative admission criteria is that past family...
this is a commission I did for someone. I was given permission to post.Warning- Fem/Fem Domination. Gunplay action scenes, and d**g useOmegaCaptain Drax Shepherd was on a mission for a friend tonight. She went with 2 of her trusted friends, Ashley, and Miranda. They arrived in a small ship in a secret entrance.in the hidden sectors,The place they were at was Omega. It was a space station minded out of asteroid...deep in the far ass crack of space. Ounce a rich minding facility for the rare...
Over the rest of the week, life had completely transformed for Tricia, Annie, and Joey. Tricia and Joey recuperated quickly thanks to Snow Angel’s healing abilities and they both made complete recoveries. Tricia’s head and neck wounds were simple to heal, and she was out of the neck brace by the next day. Joey got his full-blood transfusion, but needed more work on his heart, lungs, and muscles. Dr. Booth worked closely with Snow Angel on these. It did not take long for Tricia to be...
Friday, July 10, 2009, 10:00PM Tricia got out of the car noticing that she was feeling much better. She was more relaxed, no longer riding the adrenaline rush, and no longer panicked by the attack. Instead, she was excited at her success. For she had found Joey Harper, Omega Boy, the sidekick and secret behind the legendary Omega Man, and she had exclusive access to him. She watched the boy with some pride as he eagerly scoped out the restaurant, absent-mindlessly licking his lips in...
Men around her. Her, naked and collared on the floor, her lips snarling and her eyes fluttering. Drugs swimming through her veins and her cunt throbbing. Cameras around her, the world watching. They were going to destroy her. Omega felt her heart skip a beat and she knew, if it all ended now, she was where she was supposed to be. ___ She smiled. Her eyes fluttered. “Beat me,” she whispered. They stepped forward, silent. “Fucking beat me,” she screamed. Closer now. Still, they said...
Tristan Northam was the most intimidating man—no, wolf, in Howls Grove. Of course, not everyone knew that he was in fact, a werewolf, and not just any werewolf… Alpha of the wolves. At twenty-five years old, he had lost all his beloved family members when they were abducted from their home one night by wolf hunters. They were transported and taken to an underground laboratory where a series of horrific experiments were conducted until they inevitably died. Tristan was the only survivor because...
Gay MaleSaturday, July 11, 2009, 8:00AM Tricia awoke that morning with vague memories fading from what had to be a very sexual dream. All she remembered was she was on a very long train going though a tunnel. She blinked at the light coming in her bedroom window, sat up, stretched, and took a deep breath, inhaling the rich aroma coming from the coffee brewing in their automatic coffee maker. She got up, yawned, stumbled towards her bathroom, turned on the light, and shuddered as she saw herself in...
Even though the sun is shining bright outside your window and the children are happily playing in the streets, you can't seem to muster up the energy to put a smile on your face. Today is the day that you are going to be forced to grow up and leave your childhood home, only to go to the Facility, where you are going to be forced to find a mate to breed with. You're not happy about it because, if you don't find one within the year you stay there, you have no choice but to mate and bond with...
Wyoming/Ute IGT, Omega Seven By: Malissa Madison Looking out the windows we could see the different people as they stood or sat in vehicles watching us as we drove by. Some looked like they were really surprised at seeing so many of us. There were now forty trucks including both the Tin Cans, plus we weren't sure how many more would be joining us in the other convoy. I know that TooTall was busy looking for his Brother and Uncles trucks as we reached the edge of the city. I knew...
"Who are you", John demanded and V'Sharra felt his powers pushing into her mind, disabling any thought of defense, although she was aware it was happening. "My name is V'Sharra", she said. "What are you doing here", John asked, although he suspected he knew the answer. "I'm monitoring you", V'Sharra said, hating that she couldn't stop herself from answering. John discovering the truth meant that the entire experiment could be in jeopardy. "Why are you watching me", he said...
She saw that one of John's students, one of the girls he had fucked yesterday, was leaving his home. With the girl were two adults, who V'Sharra assumed were the girl's parents. Both the mother and the daughter appeared to have been well fucked, much to V'Sharra's pleasure. She rewound the current recording and watched the events of the past several hours. "It appears John has discovered that he can consciously use his powers", she noted as she watched John speaking to the parents by...
Strum-dum, Strum-da-da Dum! Acknowledgments and Afterword I’d like to thank several people for assistance in this book. First, my proofreaders, Bozo, Greg, Ryan, and Steve. You find the strange little mistakes that I couldn’t see, and gave me confidence when you couldn’t find mistakes. To Lexi, Annie’s sister, for your story of confidence and vulnerability. To SpacerX, for unabashed assistance and advice. To Michael Wex, author of the book “Just Say Nu: Yiddish for Every Occasion (When...
It happened when I was at the peek of my gullible no stage. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. But like they always say "boys will be boys". It's no secret that I stay hard. I can't help it even if I wanted to. It's just girls are so hot and sexy now days and you see them walking around in those (single most greatest creation ever made) leggings/yoga pants all the time. But that's beside the point. So my best friend tell's me that he did some lines of this fine looking girl and got...
As he took his place at the front of the class, each student looked at him with anticipation, their books open, ready to learn. He told them all to read the next three chapters, which they all did immediately. Except for Ellie, who walked up and stood in front of him as he sat at his desk. Ellie was a cute little brunette, with long dark hair that hung down her back; brown eyes that looked innocent and were filled with curiosity; full lips that gave John no end of lewd fantasies. Then there...
John had ended up covering the girl with his cum, which she made no move to clean off. She just promised that she would be doing this again and then she jogged off. "What was going on with her", John wondered as he drove. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a siren behind him. He looked in his rear view mirror and saw the flashing red and blue lights of a police car. He sighed and pulled over, berating himself for not focusing on the road, then looked in his side mirror,...
N'Korra had watched as the humans recklessly used their natural resources, not caring if they destroyed the planet. At the same time, humans waged war with one another over the most trivial of matters. So she had gone to the high intergalactic council and demanded they let her find a solution. The council had been reluctant, being very knowledgeable about the human race. There wasn't a sentient species in the known universe that wasn't aware of the problems humans presented, especially as...
John walked over to her and slid his hand into her pocket, pulling out a small white oval with a single button on it. "What is this", he asked, looking into N'Korra's eyes. "It sends a distress signal to my ship", she said, her eyes filled with fear. She could feel John's mind overpowering hers, forcing her to submit to him. "Get rid of this", John said, handing the device to V'Sharra. She took the oval from him and left the room as John turned back to look at N'Korra. "How are...
SLASH! Sarah flinched and shrieked as Armory sliced the massive blades right through her body. He stabbed through her chest, straight into the ground behind her, and she cringed and winced, pushing her fading ability to the limit, turning almost transparent in the process as the razor-sharp swords passed harmlessly through her. SLASH! SLICE! WHOOSH! SLICE! Armory growled and grunted as he repeatedly attacked her, swiping his blades and claws uselessly through the phantom girl. "What the...
The cell phone chirped on the desk. Simon Riley looked up from his laptop and squinted at the small screen. He didn't recognize the number, but he answered it anyway. "Hello? Simon here." "Simon. It's Joey." His voice was hushed and strained. "Joey!" He glanced at the number again. "Where you calling from?" "A pay phone outside the school." "We still have pay phones?" He rolled his desk chair towards the window and peered out across the street, trying to see his friend....
Friday, July 17, 2009, 11:00 AM The tunnel reverberated with the screaming. Tricia, Annie, and Joey were shrieking and crying as they plummeted through the fiery shaft. The walls were covered in flames, and they could see faces formed in the flames, faces screaming in their own agonies. The solid fire whip that wrapped around Tricia’s and Annie’s bodies cut hard into Tricia’s stomach, and she clawed at the mystical bonds, trying to free herself. She couldn’t find a break in the whip. All...
Sunday, July 19, 2009, 6:00 AM Annie rolled into her bedroom and closed the door behind her, leaving Tricia and Joey in a stunned silence. It was all because Joey had just asked if he could sleep with Annie, and Annie had said ‘No’. He looked down to the floor. Shame crept over his face. “I’m sorry...” he started. “I ... I don’t know ... What just happened?” he asked Tricia in horror. Tricia waved to him, not taking her eyes off the hallway where she last saw her roommate. “You did...
Monday, July 20, 2009, 7:30 AM BING-BONG “Doors opening,” said the familiar female voice. Tricia was sitting on the concrete bench, holding her head between her legs, and staring at the comforting terracotta colored hexagonal tile floor that was ubiquitous in Metro. She carefully lifted her head, conscious of the fact that the last things she felt were her neck snapping and her skull breaking. There was no pain now, but her head felt loose, like it was just recently attached, and not very...
Tuesday, July 14, 2009, 3:15 AM “Doors closing!” said the familiar female voice. BING-BONG! Tricia looked up from her Blackberry and saw the doors on the Metro train sliding shut. “Shit!” she cried out, and she jumped off the concrete bench and ran to the train. The doors closed before she could reach it, and the train started moving, leaving without her. She stamped her foot in frustration. “Fuck!” She turned about and looked at the underground station. It was large but empty. She was...
Υπόθεση: Αυτό το τρίο φαίνεται αχόρταγο, το ίδιο και ο μικρός που είναι μόνιμα καυλωμένος…Η ιστορία:Έμεινα λίγο στο κρεβάτι, αναπολώντας τις προηγούμενες μέρες.. Δεν μπορούσα να πιστέψω ακόμα όλα αυτά που είχαν γίνει. Από το πουθενά, χωρίς να το έχω σχεδιάσει, χωρίς καν να το έχω σκεφτεί ποτέ πριν, είχα γαμηθεί χωρίς καμία συστολή. Από εκεί που δεν το περίμενα, έμαθα ότι μου άρεσε τρελά να γαμιέμαι. Όσο πιο πρόστυχα, τόσο καλύτερα. Όσο τα σκεφτόμουν αυτά, καύλωνα τρελά. Τόσο που όταν ξαναμπήκα...
The bedroom door closed, and she ceased to be Elena. Silence, but for her breath, heavy now. Darkness. Nothing else. Her skin teased her with sensitivity. The skin on her back, where Jack had written in Sharpie, was still chilled by moist ink, drying in the cool air. Her thighs tickled themselves and she knew, somewhere within her remaining tethers to reality, that the cocktail of ecstasy and hallucinogens Jack fed her earlier were building to their full force. How long had it been? She...
Pain. You feel a shock. Your heart beats. You cough, your lungs trying to evacuate the fluid within. You cough again and take a shallow breath. You try to open your eyes but the dim light is blinding. You feel damp and slimy. The bottom of the tube you are in opens and you fall about three feet into a chair. You attempt to open your eyes again. The world is blurry. There are six other people in the room. A hologram appears in the center of the room. This is your official debriefing. The seven...
Have you ever seen that painting technique where the picture is made up of thousands of tiny dots of various sizes, and it only looks like a complete picture from a distance? Pointillism, I think it is. Well imagine the technique come to life. Twice. I've met them. Not only were they freckled to the point of unreality, as though the small bronze spots were the basic building blocks of their faces, but the two of them were identical. Not just genetically, but intellectually, aesthetically,...
After breakfast, which had turned out quite well, courtesy of Heather, Mira, and Ming, I found myself being escorted back to the underground crypt or vault, whatever they wished to call it, though I wasn't alone. I was blindfolded again, of course, as were the others, but so were the dozen or so guests that arrived, who appeared to belong to a sorority affiliated with Sigma Omega Sigma, judging by their dress. Yes, my blindfold was removed before theirs. I looked at the group and realized...
Clifford Sutton had been dead for over four days now, and he was not enjoying it. He had died at the hands of a man and woman in an airport restroom in Baltimore, Maryland. Since then he had been given some simple instructions and a cell phone, flown all the way across the country, left the airport while his luggage endlessly rode the carousel, and was now walking along the city streets of Los Angeles, California in the early hours of Monday morning, waiting for the call to end his...
"There's no need to cry," Ada said to Joey. Joey shook and teared as he rode in the back of the limousine. He felt bruised, almost shattered, and he clutched his struggling dog tightly, trying to draw some level of comfort from the animal. Scrappy just growled and kicked in his jacket, obviously not liking where he was. But Joey's mind was elsewhere. Within the last hour he had realized that his powers were not under his control, that he had been programming both himself and all the...
"Hey! HEY!" Brandon yelled into the cage. "I'm talking to you!" Annie raised her head and watched the young man outside the cage. "What's her problem?" he said, pointing to Tricia. Tricia was deep in her meditation. She hadn't moved in hours. She hadn't reacted to the arrival or presence of the two new boys, their instructions for guard duty, or to the flurry of activity that came when it became apparent that Joey was in the complex somewhere. She had simply stayed silent,...
After a week of Joey's grounding, the weekend was a welcome relief. Annie helped Joey write his report on the TV talk show which Mr. Grimes had assigned, while Tricia spent several happy hours editing and color-correcting her video. Then she proudly showed it to her roommates. The three of them sat on their bed together and watched it on her laptop while sipping wine and cuddling together, and they all enjoyed it immensely. One thing kind of led to another, and eventually they got to sleep...
Thursday, July 16, 2009, 5:30 PM “I just wanted the nightmares to stop,” Joey said as he sat on the couch. Tricia and Annie sat with him. “I’m sorry.” “It’s over now,” said Tricia. “We’re just lucky that we got out of there before anyone could identify us.” “Do you think he was seriously hurt?” asked Annie. “Don’t know. He looked pretty stunned, and his ears were bleeding. He may have some permanent hearing loss from this.” Joey sat quietly and looked down in shame. Tricia reached...
Joey paused on top of Adamantine. He was holding her down by the throat with one hand, and he had his hard cock lined up to her, ready to plunge in. She quivered and shook under him, naked and broken, grasping at his hands on her throat and feebly trying to pull him off. Fiery black anger spilled from his hands, but a cold enlightenment filled his mind. "I understand now," he said, a sense of his reason returning to him. "You really do want this." She shot him a look. She had been...
Crystal McKnight quietly crept out of his bedroom, tip-toed through the living room, and headed towards his kitchen. It was still dark inside the apartment, but there was enough of the bright morning light seeping through the heavy curtains for her to make her way through his man-cave. The twenty-year old girl was clad only in a large men's dress shirt that draped like a tent over her nude body. The shirt still smelled of him, and she luxuriated in the drench of his scent. Her bare legs...
Hands ached. Feet burned. Knees shook. Back muscles knotted. His sore arms drooped just from the stress of tensing up whenever anything else hurt. Joey shuffled painfully into the small health room, which was just a place where the shelter kept the medical supplies. He rummaged through a couple drawers, found the fresh bandages and antibiotics, pulled them out, and sat on the table. One by one he bit the wet bandages from his hands and tore them off. He held up his shaking hands and examined...
"I don't like this." "Like what?" "Being here. So close to the cops." "We are in no danger." Ada squirmed anxiously in the front passenger's seat of the Lincoln sedan while Tombspawn calmly sat in the driver's seat. It was late in the evening, and the car was parked outside the Virginia State Police Station in Alexandria. Police cars drove in and out constantly, and she drummed her fingers restlessly on her thigh, nervously waiting for any police officer to become suspicious...
The arcane light pulsed and breathed from the inscribed circles and symbols, and suffused the room with an unearthly glow. In the center of the table lay a small bloodied cell phone wrapped in a loose black velvet ribbon. Lines shifted, and symbols quivered, and Lady Zamora scrutinized the designs carefully. A line snaked from the center to the opposing symbols, flaring briefly. "The reconciliation of Fire and Earth begins," she said, reading the symbols. The rest of the day just flew...
It was only the pain that kept her from screaming. Annie dug her fingernails tightly into her own palms as she squeezed the controls, cutting into her own flesh. She gripped the steering wheel and accelerator handle so tightly, her knuckles went white. She pushed her tongue hard into her teeth, intentionally poking directly into the sharp points, nearly piercing herself. The pain in her hands and mouth focused her, which was the thing that kept her from screaming in fury. "Bastard!" she...
Tricia sat in the small waiting room, her legs crossed at the knee with one dangling foot bouncing nervously. Ripples of agitation shook up through her legs, thighs, torso, and into her chest. She flipped through a magazine, pretending to read it, pretending to ignore the glances of the others as her shaking breasts attracted their attentions, and pretending to not care about where she currently was. The others were giving her dirty looks, mixed in with a couple lustful glances from every...
Sunday, July 19, 2009, 8:30 PM “Oh, get a room, you two!” Annie and Joey were in mid-kiss, hovering thirty thousand feet over the city, floating over a layer of clouds, and their eyes snapped open in alarm. They had just spent the past several minutes playfully flying over the city, and were finally in a romantic embrace. So the last thing they expected or wanted to see was somebody else up there with them. They turned and saw the young curvaceous girl floating near them. She looked...
Waiters are inopportune beasts, cursed with the annoying habit, or skill, or desire to arrive with deliveries of food or simple check-ups of "How's everything going?" at the worst possible moments. So of course it was the exact moment that Lynne Sullivan confessed to Joey that her real name was actually Dorothy Miller, and that they had actually met many years ago, that their food arrived. "Two chicken soups, rice noodles, white meat!" their waiter announced. "Yes, thanks!" Joey...
The television, still muted from a commercial break half an hour ago, silently flickered images and strobed the dark room, bathing it in a chaotic band of ever-changing colored light while Schrödinger softly and silently padded through. Her lean body cast long shadows from the television over the carpet, and her cursed collar was now laying on the bed upstairs. She took a seat on the soft carpet, licked one paw, and briefly considered the dozing boy on the couch. She knew this one. She had...
Tricia dropped the empty bucket and scrub brush on the floor, and then stared at Joey expectantly. It was early Tuesday morning, the first day of his grounding, and they were at the homeless shelter. "Water is in the faucet. Cleanser is under the sink. Get scrubbing." Joey hesitated as he saw the filthy floor. He looked at his bandaged hands, and held his hands up to her. "My hands still hurt! Do I have to..." "Yes." He looked around, shifting uncomfortably....
Monday, July 20, 2009, 7:15 AM “NO!” Tricia screamed. “I refuse! We are NOT letting him die!” Snow Angel was tearing, and holding Joey’s head. Green energy flowed from her hands into his body. “Tricia! There’s nothing I can do! I told you. I can’t fix this!” Her voice was shaking in sorrow. “You HAVE to be able to help him!” She looked into Joey’s eyes. He was choking on his blood, shivering, rasping, and his eyes stared at Tricia in terror. “Joey, I am not letting you die! We’re getting...
Police. Firefighters. Ambulances. Rescue workers. Sirens. Flashing lights. Hoses. Stretchers. Water. Blankets. Spectators. Reporters. Questions. Barricade tape. Helicopters. Floodlights. Devastation. National Guard. Trucks. United States Army. Trucks. Federal Bureau of Investigation. Department of Homeland Security. SUVs. Examinations. Hospital. Doctors. Nurses. Interrogations. Parents. Myers' Institute for the Talented and Gifted. Vice-Principal. Principal. Therapists. Funeral....
A glowing line sprouted from the center of the design, stretched past the inner circle, and into the outer transformative balance. It touched the symbol for the void. Lady Zamora raised an eyebrow, and watched as the line pulsed and throbbed. "The mathematical transformations begin," she observed. "Zero to one." Monday morning. Joey was sitting in the car clutching his backpack. He was dressed, ready to go, and was now just sitting and willing himself to open the door. "Well?"...
"NOBODY" "FREAK" "WHY" "HAPPENS" "NEVER" "SPASTIC" "UGLY" They filled the room. There were words, dozens of glowing words, formed in a semi-solid blue eldritch energy and written in a frantic scrawl, and they littered the floor, the bed, and drifted about the room. Joey could tell they were once in sentences, but all order was gone, all context was lost. Yet he could clearly see the pain in her writing as the words rattled and agitated in the air. Sarah...
From one to five in the afternoon, according to Joey's calculations, should only have taken four hours. Yet when waiting for school to end so he could go out on a date with a beautiful girl, it felt like weeks. He spent most of his time in Math class figuring out exactly how much time was left, recalculating down to the minute every couple of minutes. Three hours times sixty minutes is one hundred eighty minutes, plus forty eight minutes is two hundred twenty eight minutes. The class...
Symbols flared from the center of the hypersigil, and a new glowing line snaked from the nexus to the duality glyph. Lady Zamora extended a single finger and followed the fiery tendril through the intersecting patterns, interpreting the design. "He cleaves the afterworlds," she murmured to herself. "Splitting Heaven and Hell. The two Nephilim confront him. Purgatory calls." She counted the ticks on the line, picked up her phone, and dialed. "My lady," Tombspawn's cold voice answered....
Hands hurt. Arms hurt. Knuckles raw. Enough. Joey sat slumped on the floor of the small utility room staring at his sloppily wound bandages. The loose bindings of gauze kept slipping off, exposing raw and tender flesh to the air. Flexing his fingers hurt, and holding anything was agony. Even trying to fix his own bandages hurt, so he was reduced to just staring at them drooping from his hands, and he ground his teeth in frustration. Just what the hell does she want? The unopened first aid...
Their black eyes shimmered as a dark terror rendered him immobile. An existential cry for help drowned in the deluge of panic that filled his mind. His paralysed vocal chords felt so numb and useless, and his leaden limbs refused to move.Forward they advanced, self-assured with each step, their impassive faces certain they had their transgressor. Digging deep, the tardy swell of adrenaline fuelled his need for flight. He turned and ran; his sluggish legs moved but felt disconnected and...
Supernatural"Jeff hasn't asked me out yet." Sarah whispered. Joey looked up from the book he was examining. The school's library was small and limited, nothing compared to the public library that Annie regularly took him to. Also, the books tended to focus on physics and history here, which made sense for the school's purposes, but it didn't really have enough art books. They were standing in the rows of bookshelves, far from the work tables. She clung to her notebook tightly and glared at him....
Sunday, July 12, 2009, 8:30 AM What’s taking him so long? Tricia pondered as she looked through her drawers for today’s clothes. Joey was in her shower and had been in there for nearly half an hour. I hope he doesn’t use up all the hot water. She was sniffing her clothes from yesterday, deciding which ones could stand to go another day. So far everything pretty much reeked from sweat. Washington D.C. summers were brutal on her wardrobe. One good heat wave could seriously mess up a decent...
Tuesday, July 14, 2009 10:30 PM Tricia closed the door behind her as she entered Annie’s room. Annie was still sitting in her chair, watching her roommate. “He did it,” said Tricia. “He pushed a power into me.” “Something we both knew was going to happen eventually,” said Annie. “I didn’t even feel it happening. I just felt like I could take on the world.” Tricia sat down on the bed and stared at the door. “I don’t know what to think right now ... I wonder what else he can do?” “That is...
Charlie Acevedo waited anxiously in the front foyer of Ceiba's, a sleek and stylish Latin American restaurant on the corner of 14th and G street, and he nervously adjusted his tie. He shifted the single red rose he held for her to his right hand and checked his watch again. She was now ten minutes late. He took a calming breath and exhaled deeply, trying to push away whatever panic was building up in him. He considered giving her a call, just to see if everything was all right. Nothing to...
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! ARE YOU INSANE?" "Why not?!" Tricia stared at Joey incredulously. "Are you listening to yourself? You really want to go to Purgatory and talk to Psi-Clone?" "Yes! I do!" "You just want to kill yourself? You just want to walk up to a psychotic supervillain and get within his reach?" "I'm not afraid of him! And I'm not going to go fight him or anything. I just want to ask him a question." It was Saturday morning, and Joey, Tricia, and Annie were all getting...