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[Note: This is not a "sexy story". It is a mix of WW II "The Great Escape" and Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn's "The Gulag Achipelago"... set in outer space)


Chapter 10: Escape from Altera, Again

We stood whispering behind a barracks shortly after sundown. The dim camp lights provided a little illumination. The War Captain was there, of course, as was Kerensky, Sasha, Korolev, Mr. Chekov, and another prisoner I didn't really know except by name, Baransky....

"That's one," Brill said. She stood on the other side of the cage bars, smiling. "Only two more to go, Mira. Then our game will be complete."
Mira knelt on the cobbled floor of the jail cell. Her mind spun from the orgasm, and the foggy afterglow of her climax made it difficult to think. She had slipped up and accidentally came, but she tried her best to remain calm....

The black candles hissed as Bellatrix whispered the final syllables of the summoning spell, her dark-painted lips curling into a wicked smile. The velvet-draped chamber pulsed with arcane energy, the sigils chalked onto the floor glowing faintly red.
She stood barefoot in a sheer black robe, the fabric clinging to her curves, breasts barely contained, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's see if this works, shall we?" she purred to no one in particular....

Mei woke up naked. It was her first and only time, and she freaked the fuck out.
"Whoa, what the FUCK?!" She sat up in bed, pulling the covers up around her. Her heart pounded as she looked wildly around the room, realizing with terror that even the bed and sheets she found herself in were not her own. She was in someone else's room. The room was small, looking a lot like a cheap hotel room. The only other piece of furniture was a cabinet on her right. To her left was a window, but it looked like it was ...

Lucy

Going outside without my armor was... weird. It wasn't a bad 'weird' though! It was actually kind of nice to just blend in with the crowd. Usually I wanted people to know the Heroine was there to represent hope and to potentially solve any problems they might have, but right now we were going incognito. It was actually sort of neat!  ...

Beyond this place of wrath and tears, looms but the horror of the shade.
And yet the menace of the years, finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.
--Invictus; William Ernest Henley...

A Lit-Con 2025 Event story, in association with Freya Gersemi and Emily Miller.


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"What in the Nine Hells am I doing here?" I wondered to myself.
I stood in the lobby of the Grand City Hotel. Not a bad establishment, a little gaudy for my tastes, but it looked clean and well run....

***Part 1 or 2***
Paul wondered if he would ever have any good luck at all in his life as he walked into work wondering if he was going to get laid off with the other workers. He read last night that the company was preparing to lay off most of his shift since the company was not selling enough cars to keep the line going. More people wanted electric in the front office and the plant was suffering....

Author's Notes:
The last part ended on a bit of a cliffhanger intentionally. However, I stressed long and hard on how the last chapter would be perceived since it was definitely a departure from the mood in Ch. 1-2. I debated making it extra long rather than ending on the cliffhanger, but the cliffhanger seemed like more fun, if a bit risky, that it would turn people off to the story. So I figured I should get the next part out sooner rather than later. I also made this one a little bit shorter on purpos...

The ale was cold and the fire warm, that was all that mattered. At least that's what Galdbrand The SilverBlade told himself as he settled into the only orc sized booth at the small tavern in a gnomish village. The ceiling was too low to stand properly, the portion sizes were pitiful by normal sized standards, and the music was some strange churning instrument that sounded like someone torturing a cat. But the ale was cold, the fire was warm, and he was no longer on some Godsforsaken mountain killing frost d...

Mira, Allie, Sophie, and Wren stepped into a large room.
After following the two succubi's directions, it led them down a hallway and to a pair of large doors. Beyond the doors was a large open room, but there was nothing inside. It was blank, without any features besides the stone bricks making up the walls....

This story takes place in the universe created by fellow writer "farbeyondourstars".
Olympus Beckons - Part 11: "The race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong."
The ship was at battle stations, yet there was something of a hush in her passageways and compartments. Not a silence as such, for the vessel's machinery hummed and whirred as it always did, its engines murmured, and all the many mechanisms that maintained the fragile existence of her crew carried out their tasks with their...

"I'm just kidding, Aaron." Her voice still had the same silken quality, but this time it was joined by saccharine notes that reminded him of a sour green apple covered in far too much caramel.
"Wha..." He stammered as her grip on his arms tightened slightly and she began to pull him back towards the table the box had sat on. He felt paralysed, his fingers numb, his legs only working on autopilot so he wouldn't fall on his face....

The whistle of Supercruise gently mixed with Alex's music in the background as the pair soared through the black. Alex sat in her pilot's seat: the metal rose Eta had made for her so long ago still attached to the back of the headrest. A book floated in front of her, but she didn't seem to be reading it. Instead she was simply watching space go by with a contented smile on her lips. Eta sat in the copilot seat: feet kicked up on the dashboard among her growing collection of ship models. She was absentminded...

"Sir, you are leaving cryostasis. Please confirm your solution."
My skin felt like paper. I knew it would pass in a minute or two, but it's always unnerving.
"Three blue, Four green."
"Thank you, sir. Please confirm your intervals"
I had no idea how I managed to speak when my tongue was just a stiff piece of worn down leather covered in gravel, but the training kicked in and I gave her my interval. "Three, then eight. Interval repeats after seven, twice."...

* Time for a small flashback! This takes place immediately after Part 1 - The Heist.*


RENIA THE WARLOCK - PART 7


The Heist - Continued

No matter how closely she listened, Reina couldn't hear any sounds outside the door. Even after resting and getting dressed all over again, her legs were wobbly and she felt quite light-headed. She wasn't sure she would ever get used to getting taken by Beleeza. But they were going to have to move soon if they were going to avoid getting caught, ...

'What does he mean by spicy?' She questions hustling toward the bathrooms.
The first door says, "Men. The second just has a big question mark. The third says, Women.
She tries to open the third door, but it won't open. A woman's voice from inside says in a panic, "Occupied."
"Oh, oh, sorry." She moves to the second door, and a weird vibrating feeling fills her head, causing her to let go of the doorknob....

Cecil and the Satyrs
The early months of Cecil's days as wench of The Bull and Mare inn continued to have their ups and downs - but mostly downs. Though improving, the arrival of guests was still sporadic. With a tiny improvement in revenue, the innkeeper Richard had begun to make repairs, but the inn was still far from the most impressive in the land. His well-intentioned efforts to spruce up the inn frequently went awry as many things continued to go poorly, and often....

SPACE LOG #0143: The Booty Raiders of Asteroid K-69
A Space Stoners of Shroomshaka Chronicle
CLASSIFIED ENTRY
Access Level: T. H. C.++

Mood: Post-nut euphoria with incoming violence.
Ship: The Morning Joint

Timestamp: Who fucking cares. We're high.
The Morning Joint drifted belly-down on a cracked asteroid, pink gas pumping out of its wounded core like cosmic cunt juice....

The mouth of Tombaka a'Zul loomed like the gasping maw of a buried leviathan, a shadowed hole in the base of the sacred cairn from where the Thunder God was once born. Ancient moss-covered stalactites and stalactites lined the cave mouth like the teeth of a great and terrible creature. The Ash-Kar Elders had taught for generations of the first great earthquake which had given birth to thunder; a quake of such magnitude that the earth had split apart like the labia of a mother in labour, and Tombaka a'Zul ha...

"Well, I don't have any more questions for you! Officially, anyway." The smartly dressed lady on the other side of the video-call smiled, her scarlett-red curls bouncing delicately around her face. "So you can relax now, and please, remember to breathe!"
Liena laughed nervously and did her very best to do as the interviewer had said, inhaling deeply through her mouth. She physically had to force her shoulders down, but no matter how much she wrung her fingers together, rubbed her hands and fiddled with t...

Chapter 28: Decoding Hope
"Wake up!!" Trista shook Samora's arm, who was screaming and thrashing in her sleep. The witch sat up, frightened and heaving. "Was it that nightmare again? Are you okay?"
It took her a few moments to realize where she was. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine." She buried her face in her hands....

Home was a dorm for now. Finding an apartment in Arkham at the beginning of the school year was challenging and Miskatonic University understood this. So they provided me with a place to stay for three months. I did get some odd looks from the students when I moved in and I couldn't blame them. A fifty something year old man living in student housing wasn't normal. I didn't mind though, I wasn't planning on staying long, just long enough to find another place....

Author's Note:
This is a "men's fantasy romance" written to be reminiscent of the old Sword & Sorcery stories of the 20th century. There is explicit sex, non-consensual sex, and graphic violence contained in this story. This is set in the "City of Scum" setting created by the Literotica author StillStunned, and I thank him for allowing me to play in his playground so to speak. While reference is made to characters, places, and events that have happened in other "City of Scum" stories, you do not have to ...

Introduction:
Stefan thought he was alone.
A normal night. A long shower. A quiet couch. Nothing more than the weight of city exhaustion and the usual ache in his legs.
But something was watching.
Something not quite male or female not quite anything human. It didn't come crashing in from the sky. It didn't knock. It simply arrived....

Author's Note:
See Pt. 1 for blurb. Also, if you haven't already read Pt. 1, I strongly recommend doing so before proceeding.
All sensuality (on page or otherwise) takes place between characters who are eighteen or older.

Copyright © 2024 Jake Lazarus


All rights reserved.

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*This story was inspired by a good friend Gigi1995 *
My name is, or rather was, Ginny Hestor. I am not ashamed of my name never have, though others made fun of it and me.
I had just graduated from school, had actually landed a job in an office typing, filing whatever I could. I wasn't the prettiest nor had I tried to be....

Chapter Fourteen
Will glanced at The Prodigal before turning back to look at Silversmith, desperate not to stare at the newcomer, but it turned out not to matter anyway. From the sudden 'oooohs' and 'aaaahs,' it was clear The Prodigal was marching right over towards their location.
"Ah, Alistair, I see you've decided to join us this year," Silversmith said, his voice as devoid of emotion as Will imagined he could make it....

****** Unwelcome Visitors (I) *******
Last night, they let me do whatever I wanted to them. The six of them stood before me. Standing. Showing me their naked bodies. Laughing. Groping their breasts. From Liang's modest ones to Song's abundant and spongy ones. Lang was blushing. Then, they turned around. Bend over. Showing me their asses. Their legs half-open. Their vaginas slightly visible....

This is chapter three of a multi-chapter story commissioned by Adam and written by Vanessa Foxe (breedorbebred)
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The small screen on the power cell flashed to life and displayed the unit's current level of charge.
"Still sixty-two percent?" Cianna frowned at the large battery, a piece of technology that had been absolutely bleeding-edge when she took it with her into the cryopod. Now it was a century or two out-of-date-- just like her....