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Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins, the author does.
This story has been given a rating of ESV for extreme porn Sexual Violence. Depicted in this story are naked females using their bodies to smother and kill young males. There are no ages given in this story, it is up to you, gentile reader, to supply them as you see fit.
A Letter in the Mail
Definition: Imperator: Benson Corp. Hunger Games Regulation 1, Pg 5: This is to state that the status of Imperator is created when one (1) and only one Plebe survives the Hunger Games. At the official conclusion of said Hunger Game a single remaining Plebe will afforded this title and all honors and accolades as appropriate. However if two (2) or more Plebes are found alive at the conclusion of the said game they will fight to the death in a confined space until a winner emerges. Special Imperators are a unique consideration and exempt, see pg 12.
Definition: Special Imperator: Benson Corp Hunger Games Regulation 2, Revision 17, Pg 12: This is to state that any Plebe (see definition annex) that kills three (3) Imperators via approved methods and without help during the course of the Benson Corp. Hunger Games shall be declared a Special Imperator and the winner of said game. Upon declaration of being the winner they are to be removed from said game and afforded honors and accolades as appropriate to and including the title Special Imperator. The said same Hunger Game, regardless of time remaining, must continue until all participants, other than the professional Imperators are killed.
Young Julie relaxed, another school day was over and soon it would be time for spring break. Slowly the big yellow bus wound it's way along with dozen's of other yellow monsters from the school grounds. Casually Julie looked out the dirt stained window at the huge life like statue of Katniss Everdeen as the high school now bore her name.
Julie was sophomore at Katniss High. She was a pretty girl of average height and her hair was a golden brown, like it couldn't make up it's mind to be blonde or brown. Her body was trim. She was an athlete of sorts but on her own terms and not involved in any school sports. She loved to lap swim where she could lose herself in the churning water.
Ahead of her sat two girls discussing the upcoming Hunger Games. “Oh god, not that again,” she thought. For the last three years her name was submitted into the big Hunger Games computer and each year 12 unfortunate teens were selected.
Julie looked back at the statue of Katniss now receding from view. If Katniss only knew what the games had now evolved into. Since the Katniss era there had been wars and more wars. There was the religious wars, territorial wars, wars and massacres against racial minorities. Now most minorities had long since been eliminated. Corporations now reigned. It was no longer even the Hunger Games but the Benson Corporation Hunger Games. Aside from the crass commercialization the games had become “sexualized.” “Hey sex sell,” she was told to believe. Blood and gore were out and sex was in.
There were in fact two societies. One, the educated and well fed and the rest just left to fend for themselves. The masses existed as best they could but life was hard for them. Basically the main Hunger Game consisted of a dozen professional Imperators and a dozen high school age or younger boys and solo girls called Plebes. The rest, hundreds of them, were composed of small boys. They were commonly referred to as “Fish.” The Fish were nothing but street urchins caught up in a government sweep. Fodder to work up and excite the audience for the main course to follow.
The games were sexualized in that the female Imperators and teen girls were nude, or nude from the waist down. They would chase and wrestle down the Fish and using their bodies smother them to death. The only weapons allowed were your own body, a handy rock or tree branch. No knives, arrows, guns were allowed. Small hidden camera's were everywhere to record close up details of the kill. The Hunger Games were to last 6 days. There was an unwritten rule strictly adhered to. The first two days the ranks of the Fish were thinned considerably. It was then, on the third day, the Imperators would turn on the teens. Meanwhile the teens would now turn on each other.
Julie never gave the games much thought. Here grand mother though was an accomplished Imperator with 42,546 kills to her credit. She retired from the arena at age 45 with honors. Julie always listened to her stories with rapt attention. Now and then she would loan Julie a video of her kills. The videos were always disconcerting what with closeups of trembling victim desperate for air; they were almost gynecological in nature. Then there were the close-ups of a younger sexy granny deep in sexual pleasure slowly smothering a twitching victim. Some showed sudden brutal action like bring down a young teen or even a fight to the death with a fellow Imperator. That was another alien world to young Julie. She didn't know it but her happy placid life was about to change.
When she got home Julie was aware of her mothers ashen face. An ominous letter lay on the dining-room table. It was from the Benson Corp Hunger Games main office. With trepidation she opened it and to her horror and that of her mother, Julie had been selected for the 114th Benson Corp. Hunger Games. It was like a death sentence! The letter went on to explain, in a happy “aren't you lucky tone,” her up coming schedule.
After they'd both had a good cry Julie's mother called granny. Julie's grandmother, though now elderly, still posed a good body and had taken pride in keeping herself trim. Granny, or Ms Maud Franklin, arranged for Julie to stay with her for a couple days to teach her some survival tricks. Julie was anxious for any help in that regard. The Hunger Games bureaucrats generously allowed Julie a few days to get her life in order, among them, they encouraged participants to make out wills and funeral arrangements.
The Competition
Early the next morning Julie walked up the sidewalk to her grandmothers humble suburban home. Though financially well off Grandmother Franklin lived a quiet modest life. Granny Franklin was tall with a firm sturdy body. She wore her now gray hair in a tight efficient bun. Granny's green eyes were bright and alert and had not dulled over time. She walked in a slow careful gate and sometimes used a cane.
They exchanged friendly greetings then Julie asked. “Um Grandma, you got anybody in the room?” The room Julie was referring to was a room she kept young boys prior to her smothering them. “Yes, three boy. Usually I have six on hand at all times.” Julie just shrugged. It was an established fact her grandmother had developed quit an appetite for victims over the years. Technically it was illegal but then the society which Julie lived in was far from civilized.
Grandmother Franklin directed Julie into her “activity” room. The room was in fact her bedroom. It was large with a specialized bed designed for smothering. Against one wall was a huge view screen. The room contained everything she needed and within reach. She could smother a victim while watching TV, drink a coffee or talk to friends. Julie's grandmother indicated there would only be eleven competing Imperators this Hunger Game as one had to drop out due to a scheduling conflict.
The Competition: Gloria Davidson
“Ready to learn about your competition?” Julie's grandmother said while using a remote to activate the TV. With the press of a button the image of a beautiful woman appeared on the screen. “This is Gloria, the supreme Hunger Games champion. She's 37 with some 60,890 kills to her credit.” stated grandmother Franklin. The nude picture, now rotating in 3D, was of a tall stately blonde with high cheekbones and a firm athletic body. Her eyes were blue and piercing. Julie gaped at her in awe. Her bright blonde hair was cut short and done into a myriad of curls.
Julie's grandmother went on to explain that Gloria Davidson, the reigning all time champion, was a real nice lady. Always pleasant and didn't let her fame keep her from being a decent lady. In the Hunger Games arena she was something different. Gloria was as wild a predator as you'd find in the barren reaches of the African plain. If she climbed onto a victim, be they a small boy, Plebe or an adult Imperator, they were dead. In the Hunger Games arena Gloria showed no mercy or tenderness but only raw aggression.
Next Julie was shown short clips of Gloria in action. Victim after victim was sat on and smothered to death with wild abandon. One short clip caught Julie's attention. It was of a cute lad about her age. Gloria and the boy (Gloria being nude and the boy wearing only red shorts, the uniform of sorts of the Plebes) wrestled about but with a few well rehearsed motions she managed to send the lad to the ground flat on his back. Next she lay down on him in a 69 position before he could catch his breath. Once in place she arched her back and pressed down hard with her hips in a grinding circular motion. The boy twisted and turned under her but his struggles were to no avail. She had him now and he would soon join her long list of kills.
This was very upsetting for Julie to she such a virtual killing machine in action. Julie had never paid much attention to the Hunger Games. The thought that she would now be pitted up against the deadly killing skills of the likes of Gloria sent a chill down her spine. Julie's grandmother looked over at Julie and said. “Needless to say young lady. Stay away from Gloria, as far away as you can.”
The Competition: Karen Howe
The next projection showed a tall thin blonde woman. Her hair was long and
curled and obviously tinted. She wasn't particularly muscular and lacked the
inner strength and drive as shown by Gloria.
Julie's grandmother explained that Karen was in her late 40's, a has-been. For
awhile when she was young she made a decent huntress but not now. The woman was
a drunk and drug abuser living on past glory. Julie heard it was best to avoid
her, not that she might be deadly, but that disaster after disaster seemed to
follow her.
The Competition: Mother Morgan
The next video showed a tall powerfully built woman. She was a big lady with wide thighs with pale skin. It was a surprise to Julie because she thought most Imperators were all physically fit yet this woman seemed a bit fat. Julie noted with a chuckle the lady had a thick profusion of dark brown pubic hair and her breasts were enormous. The lady had a soft round face and pleasant features; not one bit threatening in looks. Julie was wrong. Her grandmother pointed out Mother Morgan had some 61,690 kills to her credit. Not shabby for an overweight motherly type.
Julie's grandmother now showed Mother Morgan in action. Despite her soft looks she could be fast and sly. Many a small Fish allowed her to get too close and was smothered by her body. Even strapping teens or Plebes as they were officially called went under her. Julie asked about her name, Mother Morgan. It was explained that many Imperators adopted colorful names. It was done mostly to attract advertisers and develop a following of fans. Imperators were, after all celebrities in Julie's society. Granny concluded it was best to avoid the friendly giant Mother Morgan as much as possible.
The Competition: Daughter Morgan
Again another picture. It showed a tall powerfully younger woman in her early 20's. Being Mother Morgan's daughter she had the same body style though not quit as fat. She looked pretty and her braided blonde hair gave her a Valkyrie look. Though relatively new to the games she'd an astounding kill record. Julie's grand mother explained they hunted in unison. Julie was upset, were all the Imperators efficient killing machines; did she have any hope of survival?
The Competition: The Witch Twins
The next 3D picture was of two twins; young women in their mid to late 20's. Their hair was black in color, too black which pointed to hair dye. The twins were of average height with good trim bodies. They were both strikingly pretty with sharp features. The looked and were a deadly duo.
The twins were a lethal pair and hunted in tandem. It was true, one was a White Witch that worshiped the earth and in general was dedicated to using her powers for good. The other was a Black Witch that used her powers in the service of Satan. The twins were popular with the public and had a huge following. Often they would go doubles on a victim. As expected their kill numbers were very high, some 25,000 or more each. Naturally these two were to be avoided. Julie was really getting nervous now, wasn't their anybody she could kill?
The Competition: The Hunk (Mark Tanner)
The Hunk, as he was called, was a large powerfully built male. His shoulders were wide, his arms were well muscled and it looked like he had no neck. Though big and powerful he was easy to avoid as his muscle weight slowed him down considerably. Julie's grand mother offered to show her video's of him making kills. Julie replied with a firm, “NO!”
The Competition: Stan Nelson
Stan was an extremely handsome 30 something male. His body was trim and muscular though not overly so. He had dark brown short cut wavy hair. His eyes were of an intense dark brown. From what Julie could gather he was a gentleman, honest and humble. In the arena he treated his victims as best he could, under the circumstances, chocking them to death. Being too nice in the arena explained his poor kill record. Julie was immediately in love.
Julie's grandmother indicated he was one she could possibly kill. He was relatively new to the games and had only participated in 5, two professional and 3 private. “I'd love to plant my bare butt on his handsome face.” Julie said with a sigh. “Maybe keep him around as my sex slave.” She added hopefully. “Julie, you are such a bad girl – such thoughts.” Her grandmother said in a joking manner. “Bad girl!” Julie said in reply. “Hey grannie you're the one with a room full of boys to smother.” “Well, um, that's different.” She replied. They both had a good laugh and continued on.
The Competition: Rocket Boy
The next 3D was that of an adolescent male. He was posing in front of a statue of himself. Rocket Boy wasn't much taller than Julie and seemed a bit on the wimpy side. His hair was jet black and somewhat long. The lad had a permanent snarly look. He just oozed the term “punk.” Julie's eyes lit up. “Now that's somebody I can kill.
Julie's grandmother went on to explain he was more of a creation by corporate hype than anything else. His performance in the arena was poor. But the youths ego couldn't be held in two arena's. “Yes,” her grandmother said with a smile, “he's definitely kill-able.”
The Competition: Craig Wilson
This 3D presented a rather cute young lad, about Julie's age or younger. He wasn't very tall and had no real muscle definition. His light brown hair seemed in a permanent state of disarray. The youth gave the impression of being your average type teenage and had no business participating in the games.
It was explained his parents both being executives high in Benson Corp. had pulled a few strings to get him the coveted Imperator sash. They wanted the prestige and honor of having a son as a Imperator. His parents didn't care if he lived or died, just the honor of having a son in such a position would increase their corporate standing. If fact a son killed in the Hunger Games was an honor in it’s elf. “Lovely parents.” Julie said in sarcasm.
Julie's grandmother added. “As you can expect every Imperator will be out to get him. He'd make a quick easy kill. Yes, Julie you could definitely kill him but I'm afraid more experienced and more deadly competitors would also be after him. Too bad really, he looks like a nice boy but with rotten parents.”
The Competition: Crazy Girl
“Huh,” Julie said, “really – Crazy Girl!” Julie's grandmother just nodded. The 3D picture showed a girl perhaps a year young than Julie. She was mounted atop a victim in the familiar straddle smother. Her light blonde hair was long which surprised Julie. Most Hunger Games males and females had short cut hair. An enemy could get a hold of nice long hair and pull you down. She seemed to be what you'd call a big boned girl. Not fat but more of a sturdy body type.
Julie was told the Crazy Girl probably was just that. She'd been a Imperator in a number of games and had an impressive kill record. What made her so lethal was her drive and put up a tremendous fight when cornered. She'd smothered full grown men by the dozen's as female victims didn't interest her. In one game she managed to kill off 6 male Imperators. It seems she has become addicted to the smother. She must have a victims nose up in her at all times. If she goes even for a short time without being on top a male she just flips out. Julie rolled her eye. “Yes, I know, stay away.”
“Another rather strange thing about Crazy Girl. When she starts to smother her victims they tend to stop all resistance. She has a soft, gentile smothering manner. Her victims just lay still and let her do whatever she wants to them. If she gets off to change position they stay in place, sometimes even helping her back on them.” Julie's mother stated.
The Competition: Wild Woman
Wild Woman, as she was known, was a colorful redhead. She was a familiar face at all Hunger Games and private arenas. She was in her early 50's. Tall with a muscular well proportioned body. She had bright green eyes and, though getting on in age, could still turn a males eye. Many a victim were pleased to be brought down by her. Her kill record was above 75,000. Julie's grandmother went on to explain that Wild Woman was just that in the arena - wild. She'd drop down from trees, cover herself with leaves then pop out on an unsuspecting victim; she would do any and everything to bring down a victim, be they a small Fish, Plebe or even a fellow Imperator.
“So basically I got that Wilson kid, Rocket Boy and Mr. Nelson to kill.” Julie said with a resigned sigh. Her grandmother nodded. “I've got some boy smothering to do. I'll work on him on my smothering bench in the basement.” She then handed Julie the remote and said. “I want you to review the tapes and watch for any weaknesses. Don't bother watching them make kills but concentrate on their hunting techniques. Tomorrow we get into bobby trap making and other survival tips. I didn't last that long in the games without picking up a few tricks.”
For the next two days poor Julie's mind was reeling from a steady flow of survival tips, smothering techniques and hunting methods. She felt her head might explode from all this knowledge.
*** Training Begins
For the next three days Julie took in as much information, tips, facts, rules, whatever, related to the Hunger Games as she could. She learned: Never run down established paths, always keep an eye out for an escape route. While smothering a victim always watch for an enemy because while smothering is when you'd be the most vulnerable. Set booby traps. On and on it went. Julie was an attentive pupil as this was life or death issues. Their were many other tips too numerous to mention. They both regretted there was no time to go into some forest and get some actual hands on training.
Julie went back home and early the next morning a government hover craft silently landed in front of her home. Julie was directed to sit in the back by the officious pilot. Julie had never ridden in a hover craft before and normally the experience would be exhilarating but not now, not this ride. A dark haired none too friendly girl was already sitting their. She just glared at Julie for a second and turned to look out the window. The Hunger Games was not the place to make friends.
The next week at the Hunger Games training center was a whirlwind of classes and training. Julie's grandmother told Julie to be careful during training as all training videos would be watched by the Imperators to see the Plebs weaknesses. For instance the teens had to quickly run a maze type course. They had to make snap decisions left or right. Say you took too many right turns the Imperator would notice and exploit this weakness.
One thing Julie had a hard time getting used to was being totally nude in public. She realized she'd be watched by millions of viewers and the cameras were everywhere and capable of the most intimate shots. Not only nude but smother to death some squirming victim. Julie, as well as all female Plebes, were offered sturdy sandals for the games and an option to wear a bright red sports bra. Though breast smothering could be on the menu the position left you open to attack. The males were to wear sandals and bright red shorts. Obviously these colors were selected to be more easily detected by the predator Imperators.
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Interlude Yavara sat upon a black throne. She closed her eyes and savored the discordant symphony of wails and moans, the drone punctuated by the clanking of chains and the cracking of whips. Exhaling contentedly, she opened her eyes. Below her laid a spectacle of depravity, churning masses of flesh oscillating to some unheard cadence, their glistening forms bathed in the crimson torchlight. The prisoners’ eyes were wide with horror, as what was being done to them was horrible, but comingled...
LEVERIA The previous night had been a sleepless one. I’d sat in my office, drinking wine and contemplating the mirror before me. Its twin was hanging over Elena Straltaira. She was awake, staring up at herself, a thin rectangle of moonlight shining on her face. Though her jaw was swollen, her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was filmed with dried sweat and smeared blood, she shown like an angel to me in her lunar aura. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” She asked herself. I’d been asking...
Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...
PRIVATE HESIA OF THE HIGHLAND ARMY “…I’m telling you, you’re safe if you don’t put the helmet on.” Alex said to me. We were stationed in the Crescent, a part of the Rift that bowed inward. It was the safest part of Sector Two, as the inward bow would funnel enemies into a crossfire. After being part of Droughtius’s fifth division and getting absolutely smashed at the Battle of the Tundra, it was nice to just man a wall. There’d only been one assault of the Crescent during the entire...
TITUS The sinking sun cast the sky in crimson, illuminating the thick fog of the marshlands in ethereal red, the helms of the Highland army barely glinting through the haze. I watched it through the silk fabric of my mask, the rest of my body submerged in a murky pool. Topographically, this part of the Highlands was not part of the ‘high lands,’ for it was flat marsh without so much as a tree stump to raise the elevation. The border was drawn after the collapse of Alkandra to ensure that no...
Chapter Twenty-Three LEVERIA “…do you see that?” A nasally voice cut through the darkness. The darkness had been pure bliss, a blanket of nothing to drape over my mind, gently dulling the cruel light of life. The voice was an interloper, a screeching rooster at dawn’s window, rousing me unbiddenly from the deepest of slumbers. “What is that?” Another voice asked. Oh, it was a sweet sound, a songbird’s melody to announce the gentle rise of the sun, its warm rays filtering through my...
IVANKA Tiffany and I watched from the mouth of the Broken Pass as the sun sank into the horizon, casting violet rays into the sky that faded to purple, then blue, then black. I waited until the last light faded, then I stripped my robes, and felt the cool wind caress my naked flesh. I took a deep breath of the night air, and my blood surged with a primal thrill. I pulled Tiffany into a heated kiss, tasting the avarice on her tongue, the suffusion of sexual desire and blood hunger, the need to...
Chapter Thirteen ELENA “Spin around, Opal, show Sherok your new tat.” I said to my favorite slave as the tattooist finished his work. “Master’s Little Anal Slut, that’s classy Elena.” Sherok laughed as Opal shimmied her hips, the fresh ink contrasting her pale backside. “Well, Opal’s such a classy little girl, aren’t you?” I grinned, filling my hand with her supple ass. Opal’s tail curled upward in arousal, exposing her holes. “Not now, Opal.” I said, running a finger down her taint,...
She is surely one of the most beautiful and sexy women on the earth even in her early 40's being an ex fashion model she still has a body to makes most hearts skip a beat and after getting married to a very wealthy business man she has settled down as a house wife or rather a trophy wife living a extravagant life full of all the comforts and luxuries one could ask for and most only can dream of a big luxurious mansion , luxury cars, number of servants and maids to do all the work, chores and...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
The vampire queen hugged the naked body closely as her victim, a pretty Asian teenager, experienced a final massive orgasm, cried out and lay still in her arms. At last, satisfied she had drained every drop, the vampire released her grip and the body slumped to the floor like a discarded rag. The movie theatre restroom was dark, quiet and otherwise empty or so the queen thought. As she closed her robe, the queen felt another presence. She smiled, not even bothering to turn around. "Hello,...
The opulent mansion was located several miles from the city on a rather remote wooded estate. Above ground it looked little different from that of any wealthy abode, an abundance of living, dining and recreation areas on the main floor with bedrooms galore on the second. It was the underground area however which set it apart. Ostensibly a wine cellar, there was the expected rack after rack of the finest from vineyards around the world. However a secret panel revealed a cavernous expanse more...
CERTIOK The city was in chaos. People ran to and froe, shouting and screaming. No longer did the wide boulevards of Alkandra feel like a beast utopia, but like the walls of a cage. Windows were frantically boarded, men and women sprinted toward the castle in various stages of undress, watchmen handed out spears and swords without a care for who grabbed them. Everyone was a soldier now, and no one was. “Go to you posts!” I yelled, and began thrusting my finger toward the docks, “Remember...
LEVERIA “Wake up, sleepy-head,” a musical voice giggled. I opened my crusted-over eyes to see the blurry image of a bronze figure standing over me. This hybrid was fully-female, and her flesh was tattooed with calligraphy and chains that wrapped her like inked bondage. The parts of her that were clothed, were clothed in leather straps that squeezed her large breasts, crossed her tummy, encircled her thighs, and ended in garters that became fishnet stockings. She wore a feathered butterfly...
Chapter Fifty ZANDER “Make way for the queen!” the crier yelled. One goblin rang a bell, another blared a farting trumpet, a third struck a snare with a military cadence, and the crowd roared with laughter. “Make way for the queen!” The crier yelled again. The trifecta of successive noises sounded, and the laughter and jeers answered once more. “Make way, make way, make way!” the crier yelled atop the float, zealous and gleeful with his role. He was dressed in the traditional garb of a...
BROCK “Loose!” I roared, and a hundred siege engines released at once, sending great boulders into the air. Those that were launched from the trebuchets tumbled as they arced, those that were launched from the catapults flew unspinning upon a line-drive path. The trebuchet boulders rained into Mid Fort, and the catapult boulders smashed into its walls, caving in the final few lengths of its eastern-facing side, revealing the inner sanctum, the citadel, and the high tower. Debris blasted in...
ADRIANNA I immediately locked down my thoughts, shutting Yavara out from even the most banal of my musings. She pouted her lips. “I was only trying to see what you were dreaming about.” Though I was groggy with alcohol, I could smell the wine fresh on her breath. She’d already been drinking, and it wasn’t even eight in the morning. “How did you get in here?!” I snapped, my breath tight in my chest. “Last I checked, this is my castle.” Yavara tittered. “And if you must know, I used the...
BROCK “…I don’t know what is custom for Highlanders, or royalty, but in the tribes—in the Terdini anyway—well, the Protaki as well, and those of the Northern Pines… goddamn it.” I growled to myself, took a deep breath, and tried again. “My queen, Yavara. I know that I am unworthy… no, confidence, Brock. Yavara—too informal? Confidence. Yavara…” I assessed the area around me, then brushed some of the dirt away from the floor of my tent, and got to one knee. “Yavara, I don’t know what is...
Chapter Fifty-Five LEVERIA I awoke to an explosion. Metal screeched, then banged, and I was suddenly hurled from my bed, and smashed into a wall. My head smacked against the stones, my teeth clicked, and whatever sleepiness remained left in my brain was shot out with a concussive thud. My blurred vision made out a pair of orange eyes, each of them bulging and trembling with wrath. “Good morning, Yavara.” I groaned. “What did you do?!” She snarled. I blinked, trying to focus my vision....
Chapter Forty-Five ADRIANNA It had taken Furia and I a lot less time to get back to Alkandra. We didn’t bother going through the mines since Arbor had already caught us, so it took just two days in our swift vampire forms before we saw the candle-lit skyline of Alkandra between the trees. We transformed back to our elven forms, donned our stately robes, and rubbed the wrinkles out of them. I peered out from the tree line, and looked both ways. The agrarian fields were empty, the last...
BROCK “Please!” The elf scout screamed. “I don’t understand why you’re complaining,” I said as I loaded him into the trebuchet, “I’m returning you to your army.” “Hold on to this tightly, Imperial, and don’t release it too soon.” Trenok grunted, tying the parachute straps to the terrified man’s wrists. “It won’t work!” He cried. I knelt to his level, and put a compassionate hand on his shoulder. “Progress is made by silencing doubters, little imperial. All great scientists of our...
Adrianna’s Story synopsis Adrianna employs her skills as a commander to rule over the wild population of tribespeople and Ardeni immigrants. She earns their respect through a brutal show of force, and in turn, proves to the other hybrids that she is capable of being governess, even if she reluctant to do so. There are seven other hybrids that Yavara changed. The women turned hermaphrodites are: Eva Alecia, Furia Agustinia, Alexa Jenania, and Kiera Lestria; the men turned women are: Faltia...
My Golden Summer with Blythe – Part 2 Josh’s childhood dream girl visits him in San Francisco. The Return of Blythe Coming from a small farming community, San Francisco proved to be everything Josh had ever imagined – and then some. He loved the freewheeling atmosphere – the friendliness – in short, he fell in love with the city by the Bay. Because of early retirements, and dedication to his work, he had advanced much quicker than he had ever expected. Arriving at his chic little Apartment...
Chapter Forty BROCK “…put your arms forward like this,” I instructed the little imperial scout, “then, when you’re at the precipice, you want to open them like this,” I motioned my arms outward, “and you’ll just glide over the top. Did you get that?” “W-w-w-what?!” I rolled my eyes. “Practice it with me, little imperial. Ball.” I crouched and hugged my knees, “Arrow.” I shot up with my hands together overhead, “Eagle.” I finished, spreading makeshift wings. “Ball, arrow, eagle. Ball,...
ELENA The drip of water, the howl of wind. The cold on my naked body. One breath, then another. That was what Adarian taught me so long ago. The room was lit by a barred window. It cast a dim ray onto my body, centering my exposed belly with a square of light. I was strapped to a wooden board in my cell, my limbs stretched in a spread-eagle, open and helpless. The binds were unescapable, I knew, for I’d placed many beasts in them myself. Only for them, the worst interrogation practice had...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
YAVARA I struggled to sit upright in my throne as the priest before me droned on and on about the Holy Mother bestowing me with my right to rule. The seats before me were filled with hundreds of minor nobles and rich merchants, for there were no representatives of the Noble Court to witness me anymore. Perhaps it had become much less dangerous to be queen of the Highlands, but it also had become much less prestigious. To make up for the lack of nobility, I decided to conduct the ceremony in...
YAVARA It was two in the morning when Zander shook me awake. “What?” I groaned. “King Dreus is calling you.” “You think he’ll break this time?” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and sat up. “I think he’s ready.” I sighed. “Make me look pretty, Zander.” He cast a spell, and my disheveled appearance righted itself, makeup was applied to my face, and my eyes were cleared of redness. I threw on yesterday’s clothes, walked over to the mirror, and palmed the glass. “Yes, You Highness?”...
LEVERIA I walked to the dungeons, my footsteps echoing into the still night. The guard nodded to me and opened the iron door. He guided me by torchlight through the catacombs, the wails and shrieks of captured beasts echoing through the halls. I followed with one hand on his shoulder, carefully watching my footsteps as I navigated the uneven stairs. A familiar voice reached my ears. Mother’s sobs rang through the dark halls, each new lamentation punctuated by a whimper. Her cell was lit with...
Sometimes a simple gag can backfire. What seemed funny at the time turned out to be very serious.Annie and I had been interstate at a wedding. After the reception and feeling full of play, six couples went off into town in search of some more drinks and whatever else came along. More drink we certainly had and we found ourselves wandering the club scene marveling at the nightlife.We stumbled into a tattoo parlor because one of our friends wanted to get his wife Bec a tattoo of a dolphin on her...