Tim The Teenage MCPart XX 6 Twinnocence
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Like every morning for the past month, a gentle pair of lips sucking on my dick brought me out of my night’s slumber. When I looked down to see which twin it was this time, I automatically smiled at the seventeen-year-old, part of a friendly empathic good morning which she echoed back.
As usual, my back was complaining from having lain on it too long but waited for the twin to finish before getting up and doing my morning stretches.
Some men would consider my position to be one of pure bliss. Day after day, having nothing to do but eat, sleep, and lay flat on my back while a pair of twins used their brainwashing fucks to re-enforce their master’s conditional implants that I had willingly agreed to have done. But I wasn’t really there for my own sake. You see, I had made a deal with the devil. Well, Gladius, I mean.
Obviously, the part about Eric staying behind wasn’t true, but for the most part, Suzi’s and Joey’s memories were correct. Only the first day after we arrived at the Birmingham mansion did Eric and I go out with them to see the sights. But Eric had another emotional attack that evening, and despite what little I had learned from Sheldon’s twins, I couldn’t do anything to help him alone.
So with Eric’s consent, I enlisted the help of Joy and Honey. It had disheartened me to find their individualness gone to where even I couldn’t distinguish which twin was which, but at least they were temporarily able to restore Eric’s emotional control in a manner similar to what Sheldon’s twins had used.
I spent a week struggling to find a way to restore both Eric and the twins to their formal selves while constantly having to reassure Suzi and Joey everything was all right and that they should go out and have fun since they couldn’t help.
Imagine our surprise when Gladius himself showed up at the front gate with only his head pair of twins with him claiming a truce. Joey was completely against letting the man in, but I overruled him and agreed to speak to Gladius alone in that mansion’s tiny study.
Believe me, I didn’t trust Gladius any more than you would, but after having spent a week attempting to do something which I knew was beyond my understanding at the time, I was willing to hear what he had to say just to see what insight he might offer me.
Gladius started out by apologizing for kidnapping Joey and I, explaining that even though my emotional condition had somewhat stabilized just before he kidnapped me, it had only been a matter of time before something would have triggered a complete collapse. I would have probably taken Eric along with me since I had become so emotionally dependent on him, and he never foresaw Eric having such a reaction to exposing the implanted memory like that.
Despite my empathic senses reporting the truth of his words and feeling his somewhat honest intentions, I couldn’t help but believe he was deceiving me somehow. When I asked why he had kidnapped Joey, he explained that no matter what Joey’s feelings were at the time, Joey would have sensed I was still alive and sought me out. Seeing how he could give Joey what he was seeking at the time, he decided to take Joey into his keep and evaluate what his sharing link might have to offer.
I bitched him out a bit about what he attempted to do with Joey and I. He claimed the reason he had copied Nathan’s persona and edited memories into me was to treat Joey’s condition. While there was truth to that, the fact that he faked my death meant his intentions hadn’t been in any way honorable.
Gladius had the nerve to be insulted when I told him that. He insisted I would have been very happy with my new life living at the Keep. In fact, he went as far as to say he had planned on eventually turning over part of Kain’s duties to me once the twins had reawakened my empathic abilities.
So when I had had my fill of his distorted views of what Joey’s and my lives would have been like, I started going off on him about how he had ruined my twins’ lives, and all he really cared about was his plan to use his ‘girls’ in some kind of power quest.
Shit, did I ever open a can of angry worms when I said that. Up to that point, he was tolerant of my accusations and angry attitude, but he wasn’t about to let me call his and his father’s life’s work something as petty as obtaining greater personal power. And despite everything he had done, I couldn’t help but believe he was truly trying to save the world from some unknown future foe.
It wasn’t his words that rang true, but his dedication to his task, his anger at me for staining his work, and most of all, his fear. Fear of what would happen if he was to fail. I sensed how he felt the weight of the entire world on his shoulders and how he would do anything within his abilities to carry out his inherited mission to save that very heavy world.
Gladius got right to the point once he saw I understood his motivations for what he had done. That doesn’t mean I agreed with him on his methods, but I guess I did understand why from his perspective he had done those things. Anyway, he admitted he had asked Sheldon to talk to me to hopefully make it easier for me to understand the position I was in, and then spelled it out for me just to make it clear.
My ability to resist his twin’s empathic power combined with my limited knowledge of how the twin’s empathic controls worked made me a threat to his work. He pointed out that even if I was able to protect my mind from a combined attack of every telepath on the planet, my sacrificial tendencies when dealing with someone I care about was a greater weakness than if I had no voice at all.
But because of those people who I cared for would seek revenge if Gladius took some kind of action against me, Gladius realized the simplest way to solve the problem was to try and work it out privately with me.
Gladius offered to devote the time and resources necessary to restore Eric’s emotional stability and the twins’ original personalities if I would allow myself to be thoroughly conditioned to prevent anyone from taking me over, effectively making my empathic abilities kill me if I was unable to resist another person’s control.
When I asked what he would do if I refused, he simply stated I could either come live within the walls of his fortress town for the rest of my life or wake up one morning with a bullet passing through my brain. He left very little doubt in my mind he would attempt to do just that if I said no.
But then he gave me a further carrot that I hate to admit really appealed to me. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and when Gladius began describing some of what he was offering me if I agreed to join the Keep, I was honestly intrigued. Helping me to develop my empathic abilities to their full potential and allowing me to work on my own projects of my choosing while helping run things there was very tempting. The only thing holding me back was the warning my grandmother had given me.
He permitted me to talk it over with Joey and Suzi when I refused to agree to anything without doing so, and I understood that by involving them, their memories would have to be ... touched up later.
Seeing that Suzi and Joey wouldn’t be allowed to remember anything important afterward anyways, I told them everything I had been afraid to tell them before and what my choices were. Joey was at first set against going along with anything that Gladius suggested, but eventually he agreed to cooperate when I verbally explored what my life would be like wondering if I would wake up the next morning to the sound of a gun that was pointed at my head.
When we went back to the study to accept Gladius’s offer, Suzi and I were almost as surprised as Gladius when Joey seized him by neck, lifted him off the ground about an inch, then explained to the choking middle-aged man that even if his twins made Joey forget everything about him and his plan, if I didn’t come back the same person I was right then, Joey would hunt him down and finish wringing his neck. At that point, Joey set him back on the ground and probably would have punched him in the jut if Suzi hadn’t been there to stop him. I still don’t understand why those twins of his had let Joey get away with that.
Despite the fact I knew I wouldn’t be able to physically maintain my vow of celibacy while undergoing the conditioning, I didn’t offer my services to be the ... conduit for the twin’s conditioning of Suzi’s memories the night before they went home. I later regretted not being directly involved in that, for until I had spoken to Joey on the phone, I had no knowledge that they had made Suzi and Joey believe Eric hadn’t come with us.
When I confronted Gladius about that, he admitted he had taken the precaution to hide Eric’s presence having come to England as a security measure. Joey and Suzi had been conditioned into aiding that effort, and Joey himself had realized they had taken a few photos of Eric that first day. So they spent their entire last day retaking all the pictures Suzi had taken of their trip.
That produced a new stirring of distrust for what Gladius’s true intentions were. Eric was better, but he wasn’t fixed, and I hadn’t seen my sisters since I had arrived at what Gladius called the nursery. I had no idea where I was, for I wasn’t allowed to leave the windowless building, and my telepathy couldn’t sense anything beyond its exterior walls. How I ever sensed Joey was in trouble that one night from within those walls mystified me.
Anyway, for the past two weeks, I had been resisting the twin’s conditioning and had planned to continue to do so until I saw some improvement in either Eric’s condition or the twins’. And while Eric’s eagerness to partake in the daily mind-washing fucks hadn’t diminished since his first one, I quite frankly was very tired of them and would have rather spent my afternoons and evenings playing with all those young twins like I did every morning.
I had never seen a pair of male empathic twins before entering the nursery. Despite there being nearly twenty pairs of female twins, most under ten years of age, I had only seen two pairs of male twins, one set being about fourteen and another in their mid to late thirties.
They shared all the traits the girl twins had in common, minus the cock sucking ones, and even though they seemed to be as free willed beings as any set of Gladius twins could be, they always submitted themselves to whatever the female twins wanted, which for the most part was to practice their enslaving fucks or entrancing sucks.
Getting back to that morning, I suppose I had gotten used to waking up to the sour and sweet sensations of an aching back and a blowjob and pretty much ignored my back as I looked over to see if Eric was awake
After exchanging another empathic good morning with Eric, I said, “Sleep well?”
“I guess you could say that,” he chuckled. “From how my back feels, I must have been under pretty long this time.”
“A day and a half,” I said very softly as I felt the pair of twins complaining we were disturbing their work.
Eric sighed, then we both let ourselves be pulled into that wonderful mind-numbing state the two girls were practicing to put us in.
“A day and a half, huh?” Eric moaned after we had come and regained our senses a half-hour later. “Feels more like a week and a half.”
I said, “Roll over then, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thanks,” Eric sighed as I applied my magic fingers to his aching back.
After I carefully worked out the stiffness in his back, I ran my hands up and down his body like I always did, then let my right hand linger on the small red heart tattoo on his left buttocks, circling it a few times before saying, “You know I still can’t believe Candice talked you into getting this.”
“Who?” Eric said softly.
“Candice. Your girlfriend?”
Eric said, slightly agitated, “I’m not sure she’s my girlfriend anymore. And she didn’t talk me into it. It was the other way around.”
“But you said she chose the heart.”
“She did. That’s all she’d agree to let me get. I’m not eighteen yet, remember? I couldn’t have gotten that without her help.”
Eric then let out a sigh, rolled over and stretched lazily before saying, “I’m hungry. Let’s go eat.”
“Fine by me,” I said, standing up and holding my hand out to help him up.
We left the sleeping chamber and reached where the women caretakers were serving breakfast.
As we approached the serving counter, Eric said, “I’m so glad I came.”
I said in good humor, “Really? Why’s that?”
“I just love the service around here,” he said, accepting a five-year-old pair’s offer to suckle his monster cock while we ate.
“Heh. I just hope you don’t expect this kind of service from your sisters when you get back home.”
“Oh yeah. For a moment, I forgot I had sisters,” he said between taking a bite of his food and holding his huge cock up so both pairs of tiny mouths could get to it.
As usual, I finished eating first, then ended up feeding Eric the rest of his oatmeal while he struggled to allow an additional pair of young twin lips equal opportunity to his towering dick.
After he got his fill of the twins’ competitive licking and gone soft, I kidded him, “I think you like being a celebrity.”
He kidded back, “Yeah? Well, I think you’re jealous.”
I said, somewhat serious, “Nah. I mean, if I’d let them, they’d be all over me like they are you.”
“I didn’t mean jealous of me.”
I chuckled, then looked down at his meat and considering it for a second. But then I grinned and said, “Now you’re sounding like the Eric I used to know.”
Eric’s attention was diverted to the other side of the room, and as I looked over and saw the Brady twins standing there, Eric said, “Man, they sure are early this morning. Well, see ya later, alligator.”
“After while, cock-a-dile,” I said, giving his already stone-hard monster cock a telepathic squeeze as he got up to join them for his daily fuck.
For a moment, I sensed something different about the way the Brady twins were leading Eric away, but I just accounted it to the earlier than normal time. I didn’t worry about the change in the schedule since they had done it before, once even waking us both up and not even letting us have breakfast before the fuck.
Eric had named them the Brady twins because they reminded him of the girl Jan from the Brady Bunch, which they did look like to a point. I just don’t recall ever seeing Jan’s lips looking as pouty as the Brady twins’, not to mention ever seeing her naked ass.
Seeing that I wasn’t going to be hanging around with Eric this morning, after doing some exercises to help my back, I went and checked on the newborn pair of twins I had witnessed being born before meeting my three favorite pairs in the common room to play our little friendly game of empathic tag.
I was ‘it’ (again) when a different pair of adult twins I had never seen before entered the room and broadcasted what was basically a call to line up for rollcall.
Our game was terminated instantly, and even though no one had ever told me to participate in those types of things, I lined up with the rest of them with a grin on my face the adult twins ignored.
As pair by pair turned and left towards the nursery’s exit, I started getting concerned that something was wrong. By the time the last pair of youngster twins turned and left, I was frantically seeking Eric’s mind out telepathically and discovered that not only was Eric not there, even the nursery’s caretakers were gone.
“What’s going on?” I asked the pair of adult twins who were monitoring my every emotion. “Where’s Eric?”
Their response was a reassuring feeling that all was well and that I would not be disappointed. I also sensed they were very excited for me, like I was going to love whatever was going to happen next.
In the time I had spent in the nursery, I had learned one thing about Gladius’s empathic twins. If they had a weakness, it was their strong loyalties with their empathic brothers and sisters. And even though I wasn’t a full-fledged twin, I had a special status beyond what other singular empaths would have. I wasn’t really sure why I had that status, but I wasn’t looking a gift horse in the asshole.
Looking one of them in the eyes and forming an empathic connection, I asked with my heart, “Where’s Eric? Please tell me whether he’s all right or not?”
The smile and the dual handed caresses of my cheeks calmed my concerns and warmed my heart to the point where I had a few extra tears in my eyes. It was like they were embracing me in a large empathic hug, sharing their excitement with me that just couldn’t be a deception. I mean, if Gladius’s twins could speak, they’d never tell a lie.
So I waited there in the common area with a touch of apprehension mixed with excitement I couldn’t deny. I waited what seemed to be an eternity, but I think it was more like ten minutes to the rest of the world.
Gladius’s head twins entered the room carrying a crystal goblet and a sapphire-colored glass-like egg. As I was led to the center table, the excitement in the air intensified.
I sat down at the table where the goblet was placed before me. I watched as the egg was snapped in half and the cool blue thick liquid contents were poured into the goblet with a practiced pair of hands.
I asked, “I take it I’m supposed to drink this?”
Yes, was the response.
Carefully sniffing the substance and finding its odor unlike anything I’d ever encountered before, I asked, “What will it do to me?”
Their responses were ... not confusing, just mostly beyond my understanding, I suppose. But I got the gist of what it was for namely to expand my empathic abilities and aid me in fixing Eric’s problems once and for all. The only other thing I picked up on was the name for it being “Mother’s Milk”, and that it was a very potent form of it.
After several more queries about what it would do and if it was safe, their open and reassuring empathic responses convinced me that it couldn’t be a trick and quickly gulped the vile and nasty tasting stuff down.
When the head twins were satisfied that the goblet was empty, they picked it up and left, but not before shocking me with a short but definitely telepathic message,
I was so stunned by this, I sat there several moments after they had left my telepathic vision before noticing how sharper the symbols whirling around the remaining twins appeared to be.
The moment I sensed Gladius and Eric entering the building, those twins turned and headed towards the exit as well. But my attention became completely focused on Eric’s mind, for there were drastic differences in his streams than before he left. It only took me a few moments to recognize the patterns as being ... Twin like...
“What ... have ... you ... done to usss...” I said with increasing difficulty.
“I’m completing our deal the only way I can,” Gladius said as he pulled the chair beside me out and directed Eric to sit down.
“You ... broke ... our deal...” I said, fighting to keep my thoughts working while noticing how all my senses were sharper, much more sharper than ever before.
“I have not. If anyone broke our deal, it was your amigo Joey and your father.”
“Joey? ... Dad ... here?”
“Our agreement was no one would know you were ever here. If you hadn’t insisted on making that phone call or resisted the twin’s attempts to finish your conditioning, I wouldn’t have to be rushing this now,” he said, turning my increasingly stiff body towards Eric who formed a powerful empathic connection the moment our eyes met.
My hyperactive senses told me everything I wanted to know about Eric’s condition. Eric’s mind was wide open empathically speaking, his personality and free will having been pushed aside and now awaited something to take their place. Already there was a deep loyalty to Gladius and his work deeply implanted at the base of his being, but Eric’s mind was eagerly awaiting to merge with another’s mind ... to be one with another, that other being me.
“Never ... Eric...” I whispered just before my thoughts stopped being verbal and switched over to being purely emotional.
I could feel Eric’s mind already absorbing my emotions as they started pouring out. I had this instinct telling me I would retain my own individual characteristics but would be bonded to Eric in the same way Gladius’s twins were bonded, and that required one of us to become a matching copy of the other emotionally so we would be of one mind.
I recognized this drug, this Mother’s Milk, by some of the other effects it was having on me. With all my senses being amplified, I was feeling a euphoria that became the intense pleasure very much like the drug Steven had used on Joey and Suzi and Gordie on me. I was helpless to feel and absorb anything Gladius said, and under Gladius’s verbal guidance, I focused my empathic abilities onto touching Eric’s soul with my own and then with an eruption of emotion sent a splinter of myself into his.
My strength depleted and my primary task done, Gladius had us rest a few minutes to recover. My emotions at that point turned to the grief of Eric’s sacrifice. Visions of the things Eric would never do again, never get to try, all the things I knew he loved, and the things I had loved about him. These emotional images flooded out of me with decreasing intensity. My senses were continually sharpening to the point I was sensing the blood flowing through Eric’s and Gladius’s veins, detecting the slight shifting of weight of the building, and even reading the thoughts in Gladius’s shielded mind as they formed.
The clarity of my senses was incredible by the time my outputs stopped flowing due to the incredible number of inputs coming in. The empathic connection between Eric and I broke from my body’s transmitters going dead, and as I sat there unable to think or experience even the most basic of emotions, Gladius finished implanting the protective suggestions into the very core of my being, then realized I was reading his every thought right through his protective barrier.
Eric and I both felt the fear Gladius transmitted as he instantly attempted to block my mind’s access to his thoughts. He tried commanding me, ordering me, even begged me a moment to somehow block what I could sense from his mind, but my mind had no control over its inputs, thanks to the drug I had stupidly drank.
Gladius was on his hands and knees from the strain of trying to shield his thoughts from my mind when he ordered Eric to kill me before his own mind would kill himself.
There was no hesitation in Eric’s rise to his feet to carry out his master’s desperate order, but when Eric closed his hands around my neck, I felt his heart beginning to race, his eyes becoming distant, and several long, intense moments went by as my lungs struggled to pull fresh air in through a blocked passage.
Then suddenly, Eric’s eyes focused on mine, and the next moment he parted his lips to utter a rather strangled sounding, “No,” as his hands snapped open, releasing me.
I remember every sound, every shudder, every moment of terrifying fear Gladius felt, and worse of all, I could read every damn thought in his head as his own emotions drove his panicked mind to the point of inducing a heart attack.
I had never watched someone die before, let alone experience it. At the time it all happened, I had no emotions to feel and no thoughts except the processing and absorbing everything at my body’s inputs for storage in my short term memory.
Eric, however, experienced all the emotions possible for that situation, and by the time the last breath left Gladius’s lips, Eric was beyond any form of a rational state of mind. After barricading the room’s entrance with the tables and other furniture, I clearly remember him dragging me to the far corner of the room and covering me up with a blanket to hide me, thankfully muffling several of my overactive senses for the duration of a very long wait.
“Come on, sleepyhead. Time to get up and go to school,” my mom said, gently rubbing my shoulder.
“I don’t want too,” I mumbled, not opening my eyes.
“Breakfast is on the table, so get your ass up before I get your father to drag you out,” she said, sounding like she was already down the hall.
I could smell the bacon in the air, and I suddenly realized I was really hungry, so I opened my eyes, expecting to see my old room.
“Shit,” I moaned, finding myself in some sort of holding cell.
I only had taken a quick glance around since I was feeling pretty sore from all the climbing the past few days, and just closed my eyes and tried to ignore the hunger I felt.
But the damn bacon smell didn’t go away. It was almost like there really was some bacon.
When I felt an impatient empathic touch, I opened my eyes and sat up with a start, then kind of sat there a bit disorientated staring at the pair of albino twins holding a plate of bacon and eggs and a large glass of milk just like I had envisioned in my dream.
I recovered enough of my senses to take the plate and glass from them and say, “Thank you.”
They watched me as I wolfed down the generous portion of eggs and inhaled the juicy bacon, then as I was gulping down the milk, I heard a door being opened followed by the sounds of a man’s struggling.
“No, you don’t understand,” Charles said weakly as another pair of twins escorting him and the two men carrying him by the arms entered my view from my cell. “We must stop him before he destroys himself!”
“Charles!” I yelled, leaping to my feet and rushing up to the bars of my cell closest to them. “Are you okay?!”
“We must save my son before he destroys himself,” Charles said desperately to me. “I need my girls!”
His eyes were filled with confusion, emotion, and a look of dazed madness. I was stunned by the obvious loss of his facilities and helplessly watched him struggle against the two men carrying him into the cell beside mine and force him to remain inside as they left.
“Girls! Don’t leave me!” he begged as the set of twins who were in my cell were let out, then both pairs left with the men.
I asked, “Charles, what happened? Did they do this to you?”
“Be-gone, spy!!” he said with emotion, half falling, half crawling to the furthest corner of his cell from me to sob.
After unsuccessfully trying to get Charles to talk to me, I took a good look around through the bars of my cell. There were two other identical cells across from mine, each with three solid walls with the fourth being steel bars with a steel bar door. While I couldn’t see into Charles’ cell, I had no reason to believe it was any different than the other three.
Each had a cot, a toilet, and a sink, but no windows, tables or chairs. I couldn’t see far enough down what appeared to be halls on either side of the cells to know if there were any other rooms or cells in that place.
I hadn’t heard anyone climbing steps, but I could hear the rain falling on the roof above me, so I assumed we were inside a single floor building.
I think I must have dozed off listening to the rain, for the next thing I knew, Kain was standing outside my cell with those old twins on either side of him.
“Where is HE!” I said, leaping up to my feet and rushing forward, intending to grab him through the bars and...
There was a flash, then suddenly I found myself standing inside some sort of glass cylinder like in one of those science fiction movies. In fact, the room I was now in appeared to be a strange mixture of alien and human technology, and the giant wasp-like creatures who entered the lab were definitely from a B type movie.
I didn’t notice the other cylinder chambers beside me until one of them raised up, releasing the little girl trapped inside who surprisingly didn’t run, but actually walked over to the giant bugs rather stiffly.
I shivered, seeing that mindless, empty look on her face when she turned towards me, pulled off her pants and underpants, then remained bent over while one of the wasps approached her naked behind and...
I couldn’t watch. It was too horrible. I closed my eyes and threw my weight toward the glass cylinder wall, then found myself falling to the floor.
“That was a warning,” Kain said, partially amused.
“You sick son of a bitch,” I said, desperately trying to stop the shakes I felt while picking myself off the cell floor. “What have you done to Charles, and where is Tim?!”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you on both accounts, but Tim hasn’t been here since he left with you last year, and as for his papa ... We’re not really sure what’s wrong with him. But other than giving him a sedative, he’s exactly as we found him.”
“Liar!” I spat, having successfully gotten back to my feet and was slowly approaching the bars. “I know he’s here. I can feel it.”
Kain studied my face a moment, then said, “I’ll be honest with you, Joey. I was against my father’s idea on bringing you and Tim here last year. If he were such a threat, you should have been conditioned and released, not wiped. But make no mistake. I’d have you killed in a moment if I believed you were dangerous to us in some way.
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Sam lay in bed listening to the sounds of pots and pans in the kitchen as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm. Her body was still tingling all over. In her thirty years, she had never experienced anything close to what had just happened. She never knew that sex could be that good. And, what could she say about Sally. Every time she saw her face in her mind, her heart would burn with fire and butterflies would start fluttering in her stomach. She had never felt this way about...
As I round the corner and head down the ramp that leads to the airport terminal, I see you almost the same moment you see me. My heart soars and my stomach turns to butterflies not only because I’m seeing you, my love, again after nearly a month apart, but also from seeing your reaction. Your eyes sparkle, your smile is a mile wide and you can’t help but do an excited jig as I close the distance between us. The moment I pass through the door and enter the terminal, you can’t hold back. I...
***This is my first attempt at a Romance. Compared to my other stories, this one is light on the sex.*** _____________________________________ O’Neal’s wife closed the French doors and came out onto the deck to stand next to Dexter, they both looked out over the lake. ‘Pretty sunset,’ she said. She was a small and slender woman with dark hair cascading beyond her shoulders. She had the sort of little compact body that he referred to as a gymnast cheerleader. She smelled faintly of one of...
with Tim Clark December 26 Samantha stumbled out of her front door and walked to the waiting airport limo. It was 5 am the day after Christmas, and it was dark and cold. Handing her suitcase to the driver, she waited for him to open the passenger door. When he opened it, she peered inside and saw two older couples and a businessman, none of whom she knew. Sitting in the back row, however, was the person she was looking for. She smiled to herself and made her way to the back where Sally sat...
I’ve never felt so lost, so vulnerable as when I watched my home burn to the ground, becoming a distorted mass of melted metal and pitch black ashes. I watched as my memories went to the winds one by one, my irreplaceable diaries, photo albums, and even my half-finished book, taken and cast aside carelessly by the unmerciful flames. The careful planning of the living room decor came to mind as the flames swept about my house. It had been the first room I had ever decorated myself, everything...
Later that evening, when Sam pulled up in front on Sally's house, she saw her waiting on the front porch with a small suitcase. She smiled when she saw the young girl's beaming face. Although she had second-guessed her decision since she had agreed to go, Sally's enthusiasm made her feel better. Besides, it would be a chance to rest and get away from the pressure she was feeling. At least for one day. Sally jumped into the car with a cheery hello, throwing her bag into the back seat. Then...
It was a somewhat cloudy and windy day on the slopes. Sally gave Sam another ski lesson. She had already shown a great deal of improvement. Her experience at water skiing was paying off after all. Still, Sam moved slowly and fell often. Fortunately she didn't hurt anything, except her pride. Several hours later the two of them made their way back to the cabin. Before they went inside, Sam indulged Sally's desire to build a "snowman". While Sam was creating the head, Sally was working on...
... sweethearts or strangers, where do we go from here, I'll leave it up to you... Ahhhh... ! The lyrics of that sweet old country ballad from the 1930's came drifting back on Memory's Tide as I started to write this story ... hence the title. June Richardson wrapped her arm protectively around her daughter's shoulders. They stood watching a lone rider riding away from the wagon train. A few minutes later, he was just a small speck on the distant purple horizon. "Mommie, do you think...
(This is a sequel to the story 'Evil Life, Evil Wife. In order to get the full experience and understand the story and setting properly, please read the prequel first. Thank you!) Every little thing of the past few hours had been a heated blur. Blood. Fire. The smell of ashes. The nasty grasp of frostbite. Hands, tensed up into fists so tightly that they threatened to obstruct the flow of blood to his fingertips. Echoes of screams, ringing through his ears. His own voice, the voices of...
BRRING BRRING BRRING!! The telephone jarred Mike awake. He reached for the receiver, and answered with a half awake ‘hullo?’ ‘Hey man – did you forget? You were going to give me a call after 6, remember? It’s almost 8 – I was worried about you!’ It was Chen, sounding genuinely concerned. ‘Hey – I’m - well I – well, I got home and was really tired – crashed to bed, and guess I’ve been here ever since – sorry’ Mike sleepily responded. ‘Well – are you awake enough to talk, or do you want...
It might have been only dawn, but she had been at work for several hours now, cleaning and repairing around the stables, tending to the animals and reorganising the tools. Just like the previous fall. The servants of the count de Perignan were truly sloppy, and the man gave the young cavalier woman whole responsibility to make sure that none of it became known to neighbouring noblemen. Anything or absolutely everything to cover appearances. She shook her head slightly, sending bits of hay...
Introduction: Another love story from the 17th century…. Love doesnt have a gender. Not even then Corinne shivered as she looked up towards the window of the stable. The sun was slowly starting to rise in the horizon. She smiled, happy to know that soon its warming sunrays would soothe her ruffled spirits and sore muscles. It might have been only dawn, but she had been at work for several hours now, cleaning and repairing around the stables, tending to the animals and reorganising the tools....
Twigs and dry leaves crunched underfoot as Glen wandered the trail, his thoughts turned inward. The warmth that permeated the sun-dappled wood prompted him to absently remove his jacket, and the action brought him out of his internal dialogue just long enough to notice something on the breeze.Taking a deep breath, he filled his lungs with the scent of moist earth and honeysuckle. The flowers wouldn’t bloom for months anywhere else, but here they opened their petals even before the last frost....
SupernaturalHeart of Darkness by Arcie Emm The child awoke to the silken glory of norm, in a room larger than a Duke's dining room. But the child did not arise, for it was not yet time, instead the child continued to lie under silken and satin coverings upon a mattress of swan down, a mattress upon which even the largest man would be dwarfed, little alone a child. Awake, but abed, the child could only pass time in the same way as every morning, by studying the intricate painting upon the bottom...
Chris yawned and moved to the next section of shelving. A big truck had made for a long night, leaving him and the rest of the night stock crew facing up the store after opening. “Never ending, man,” his friend Alan grumbled from the other side of the aisle. “Feels like it.” “At least the scenery ain’t bad.” After turning around to see where Alan was looking, Chris followed his gaze to see Amy – one of the cashiers – working her register. She was hot, but she was also married to a trucker who...
The men grabbed Colin roughly by the arms and drug him to his feet. Pain shot through his back and legs and he subdued a cry of rage and agony, refusing to give the English brutes the privilege of knowing his state of torture. They drug him across the rough floor, jagged edges of stone biting at him, tossing him to the floor of his darkened cell. He grunted as his knees hit the hard, bloodstained, and mucky floor. He could feel them grabbing his right arm, stretching it out and putting his hand...
"Tell Mrs. Green," Wayne told his daughter the next day after lunch, "that school is back in session. She can't have Wednesday and Saturday. Why don't you two just agree on Saturdays, anyway? It's better for school. Or some Fridays?" "Well, she can get permanent second shift; but she can't get permanent choice of days." Besides, Fridays and Saturdays were date nights. But Mrs. Green had agreed to a limit of one day a week -- way back in the fall. "I don't want to seem selfish; I...
Chen awoke first – the tent was just beginning to admit some very dim light – he listened – good, no sounds from the others yet. He then noted why he’d awakened – his bladder was insisting on some attention. Mike was curled up tight to him, with his arm across Chen’s chest. Chen whispered softly into Mike’s ear ‘lover – hate to disturb you – gotta pee, love’ – Mike mumbled something unintelligible, pulled his arm back, and Chen deftly slipped out of the sleeping bag. Chen unzipped the tent...
The next day, as dawn broke, Darla awoke in a misty cloud of morning dew, dazed and immobile. Her hips moved involuntarily and slowly made wide circles, while her back arched at the ecstasy being applied between her legs from Robert’s tongue, which explored the folds of her pussy, as he delicately separated and probed her sensitive flesh that she had involuntarily saturated with her juices. Robert drank as he lapped at her, and savored Darla’s intimate flavor, while his tongue slid along her...
This is a true account of my first medical disaster. Maybe the descriptions will help one of you. * I was up at five in the morning, cooked a little breakfast and prepared for the forty five minute drive to SR, where I was employed as an avionics engineer. I had had a fight with my wife that morning, so I didn’t even get my usual goodbye smooch before hitting the traffic. I had some heartburn when I woke up, but I ignored it because this was not an unusual occurrence. As I got into my...
Glen felt severely underdressed when he climbed out of the car and saw Melinda emerging from the house. She was wearing a knee-length skirt of basic black with a coat to match, and a white, masculine shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, giving the unmistakable impression that she meant business. Only her vibrant smile contrasted with the look. “You look great,” Glen said as she approached. “Thank you,” she responded, and then put her hand behind his head to pull him down into a...
Glen felt severely underdressed when he climbed out of the car and saw Melinda emerging from the house. She was wearing a knee-length skirt of basic black with a coat to match, and a white, masculine shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, giving the unmistakable impression that she meant business.Only her vibrant smile contrasted with the look.“You look great,” Glen said as she approached.“Thank you,” she responded, and then put her hand behind his head to pull him down into a passionate...
SupernaturalMy sister’s youngest son was extremely gifted and graduated from high school early. Rather than live in a dorm with older guys I volunteered for him to live with me since I live in an Ivy League town and live close enough to the school for him to easily travel to school. I am few years younger than my sister and few years older than Tom, my nephew, which I would soon share my small three-bedroom house with. Tom is a lot like my father, average height with great looks, southern manners, charm...
Jonathan grunted as he pulled himself up onto the stone ledge, his light armour rattling as he steadied himself and looked into the mouth of the cave. Here it was, he thought to himself. The dragon's cave. About six months ago, the young man had turned eighteen. Ever since he was a young boy, he wanted to be a knight. He had grown up idolising them, those armoured heroes who would fight for the king, protect the innocent, strike down villains. Everything that a knight was, everything...
“Say it,” he instructed.A smile twitched in the corners of her lips. And her eyes — damn, those eyes — they twinkled when she looked at him that way. She glanced up at the straps that bound her. The way the light flickered and played off the curve of her jaw stoked a wave of desire in him.This woman who’d stolen his heart could awaken his body with only a wink. She was teasing him. It was working.But he still wanted to hear her say it, and he would have his way. With a coy bat of her lashes,...
HorrorTwigs and dry leaves crunched underfoot as Glen wandered the trail, his thoughts turned inward. The warmth that permeated the sun-dappled wood prompted him to absently remove his jacket, and the action brought him out of his internal dialogue just long enough to notice something on the breeze. Taking a deep breath, he filled his lungs with the scent of moist earth and honeysuckle. The flowers wouldn't bloom for months anywhere else, but here they opened their petals even before the last...
HEART OF A SLAVEA slave is an individual born with a slave spirit. No one can make an individual have this spirit; nothing can be done to create this state in an individual's being. No one trying hard or wishing for this sense of spirit can develop it within themselves and no Master can cause it to occur.A slave is an extraordinary human being who is born with this slave spirit - as much as they are born to breathe, or have gifted talents like design or music. A slave is extraordinary, rare and...
Chris yawned and moved to the next section of shelving. A big truck had made for a long night, leaving him and the rest of the night stock crew facing up the store after opening. "Never ending, man," his friend Alan grumbled from the other side of the aisle. "Feels like it." "At least the scenery ain't bad." After turning around to see where Alan was looking, Chris followed his gaze to see Amy - one of the cashiers - working her register. She was hot, but she was also married to a...
December 5, 2011 Keri Ryan's ability to prioritize was one of her best attributes. She could look at a problem or a situation and figure out quickly its importance and then tackle it or move on to something with a higher priority. This made her business a success. But sometimes as two people's careers take off as with hers' and her husband David they find less and less time for each other. It just happens. So her ability to prioritize got skewed along the way. In the past at least, her...
Friday, there was a home game. Steve and Shannon went to the game together and parked afterwards. They were dressed for the weather, and his hand was icy; so he took some time to burrow under Shannon's parka and her sweater. Finally, caressing her through her warm sweat shirt, he reached the soft mound formed by her breast. And it was remarkably soft. Before he touched the peak that the shirt made over her nipple, he knew that she hadn't worn a bra. "Oh, Shannon!" he said. She was so...
Iden watched as Isabelle went back and forth, creating a pile of fabric that she had sourced from all over her cave. It was comprised of silken curtains, canopies from lavish beds, and elaborately embroidered drapes. There were billowing dresses, extravagant tunics, and gowns made from the finest satin that must have once been part of some wealthy woman’s wardrobe. Instead of blankets, she had assembled piles of fur coats and warm capes. These fineries alone were probably worth more than the...
Iden listened to her read for what might have been hours, quickly losing track of time. The tales of this de Mercier person were amazing, even if his poetry was a little flowery for Iden’s tastes. He had lived a long and fruitful life, exploring foreign lands, and fighting for noble causes rather than for coin. He was well-to-do, the heir to a noble house, and so putting food on his table was of little concern. Iden had to admit that he envied the man. Not for his devotion to justice, or for...
It was the dog days of summer and the heat and humidity were so high it was almost impossible to stay outside in the middle of the day. My daughter had one week before she was back off to college and we hadn’t really spent any quality father daughter time. She was 19 and had a lot more important things to do than spend time with dad. I thought maybe a day at the beach might get her attention or maybe a day in the park looking at the alligators and observing the people might get her attention so...
VII The people from Leningrad were due to come for them in the morning, but their bags were already packed. The boys were on their backs now, in their crib, sated breast milk full on their lips, but Anna felt cool and restless even so, resigned to a fate of her own choosing but her heart full of regret that seemed to have taken her right to the edge of a vast, beckoning cliff. Her future was, she knew, in the abyss that lay before them all, her past was an unusable wreckage of skeletons...
Authors note: This is my first my first shot at anything like this, so please comment and let me know what you think. Any comments are welcome. It’s a very slow build up, so don’t expect sex any time soon. I am so grateful to my editor LaRascasse. If it wasn’t for him, this would be an utter mess. Enjoy Xoxo, Amber ********* ‘I am so fucking sick of your bullshit. It’s not my fucking job to deal with you and your depression. It’s not my fucking job! You’re so screwed up in the head, it...
Heart Of GoldBy: Londebaaz Chohan I later learnt that Daisy was from a far flung area of Wyoming. She joined ‘Super Electronics’ in my department almost 1 year ago. She was very jovial and cheerful person and soon was well known and friends with most of the almost 80 employees in the office. I was the manager of the accounts section. One day she was asking about the school systems of the Colonia township and the location she asked about was exactly my neighborhood. Low and behold, about a month...
Warning: I write cruel stories of humiliation (although I'm not into physical pain). If this isn't your particular brand of vodka, there are many other fine authors on this site to turn to. The following story is based on real people as described to me by a fan requesting to be inserted into one of my twisted fantasies. This is my first strictly TG fetish tale. heart-shaped box By tainted x Case #345-98A66 CONFIDENTIAL; Nondisclosure 15C; Clearance lvl 5; USERnAME:...
Heart of Ice By: Michael Alexander?Breanne!? A voice called down the hallway. It was late and Breanne Erikson turned at the sound of the Entertainment Director’s urgency. With a weary smile she nodded at William Price as her boss stepped out of his office, waving at her. ?Hello, Mr. Price.? Bre said. Unconsciously she resettled the large purse over her shoulder as Price quickly moved down the hall toward her. ?I know you’re on your way out, Breanne, but I know you aren’t...
The Paladins struggled up the rocky crags, the weight of their armor and their heavy shields making their progress all the more difficult. They had tied the horses up at the base of the mountain, the climb would have only resulted in broken legs, and it had taken them almost a whole day to reach the peak. The terrain here was all jutting rocks and knee-deep snow. Perilously high falls and slippery surfaces had resulted in more than one accident, but none of their number had been injured thus...
That night, as Darla slept, like nearly every other time she had fallen into a deep sleep, she had a very strange and erotic dream. In this dream, Darla found herself, with Robert, next to an ocean on an alien planet. The two of them had walked along the shore of the warm green ocean, which was illuminated by the planets and moons that filled up the night sky. As they came out of the water, Robert carried Darla back into a cave, sat her down on a thick, brown fell, and knelt in front of her....
The Starlight Sonata, Part III Heart of the Sunrise ©2008 by Adrian Leverkuhn (Note: The first part of the Sonata appeared under the title ‘Woman in Chains’, the second part as ‘The Stones of Years’.) III Anna Podgolskiv recoils in horror when she feels the full fury of the old man’s eyes bore into her soul. She stumbles backwards, trips on a fallen limb and loses her balance, her hands out to soften the landing. As she hits the soft forest floor she sees the lights of a concert hall in...
The Starlight Sonata, Part III Heart of the Sunrise ©2008 by Adrian Leverkuhn (Note: The first part of the Sonata appeared under the title ‘Woman in Chains’, the second part as ‘The Stones of Years’.) I Once upon a time Tracy had cared about the world she lived in… and the life she’d taken for granted for so long. But that world, like the life she’d known so well, was gone… The people that had defined the contours of that life had vanished in a confused instant. Now she felt the remnants...
Introduction: A man of the sea lays with a human. Phillip rose out of bed to turn his alarm clock off. He kept it on the other side of the room, as he had a habit to hit the snooze button too many times. After hitting the off button, Phillip reached up to rub at his eyes. He didnt sleep well last night, all in all, probably only getting four hours of sleep. He brought his arms over his head and stretched them back slightly, working out the kinks in his muscles. He rolled his neck at the same...
Hi my name is Kabir, name changed (Obviously!) and I would like to share a story with you all. I am 6ft tall with an Athletic body that I am trying hard to convert into a ripped one! I am 28 and married for 7 months now but not satisfied with my sex life. It’s no fault of my wife, but I am just not attracted to her. Ours was an arranged marriage. My email id is I believe that Life is short and that we shouldn’t get bogged down with social stigmas but enjoy our lives as much as we can so that...
This following chapter from the third volume of my "Slaves of the Amethyst" saga is not an erotic story as such although there is a strong erotic thread throughout mush of the novel. I decided to post this extract however in the wake of Hurricane Sandy which has so badly affected the Eastern coast of the United States because of the parallels between the story and the real life experiences of my American friends who lived through the hurricane. In the story the valley of Mathomdale, where most...
I couldn't believe my luck. Just came home from a long day at work and wanted nothing more to unwind. Alone. Get my thoughts together, shower, and have a nap. I then noticed my trash bin was getting full and said "Fuck it!". Might as well take it down now and be done with it. After tossing the garbage bag in the dumpster I headed back up the stairs to my apartment. I noticed the cute boy who lived next door having trouble with his key. He was fresh out of college and new in the building. I had...
Babysitting for Mrs. Green had several advantages (none of which compensated for the kids being monsters). She was not going to come home early, she was not going to come home drunk, she paid by check at the beginning of the evening, and she had no interest in finding fault with how Shannon had behaved. The last point was becoming more important to Shannon. By the time Steve showed up at the Green house, he had done some planning. He was glad to see Shannon in a skirt again. He kissed her...