Scifi Stories

My wife, in her short bathrobe, sat on the foot of the bed. Gymnast stood shirtless with his shorts down around his knees, running his cockhead around her lips like he was applying makeup for her, her tongue poked out like she was licking sticky honey off her mouth. The other two studs in line, Swimmer & Long-hair, sat watching from their chairs. And through the oval one-way mirror on the wall, I peered through, voyeurist...

Tomorrow morning my wife will go to her DIC appointment. That is totally certain. She got the notice that she had been selected two months ago and, at my hair-pulling, furniture-flipping insistence, delayed it a month by appealing the order: Subject’s fertile husband confirms intent and ongoing effort to sire additional offspring with subject. Rejected: Subject has been assigned optimal genetic mates matched with her for...

The capsule defied all logic and breathed like a living organism, with its clear membrane moulding around both of us as a fully developed support system. Initially, I felt a sense of wonder at the briny, slow, pulsing rhythm that maintained internal pressure throughout our arduous journey across the cosmos. However, each time the ship adjusted its tilt, the shifting fluid sent a wave of motion sickness through my stomach....

Daisy flexed the wand as she wiped the girl's spit from her face. “Why would you do that?” she mused to herself. "We haven't even met yet." She speaks loudly into the air, "We will definitely be using an enhanced taste gag on this one a little bit later. Shall we use the Soap flavor, or hot pepper oil?" The girl who had spat, silently cursed, and turned pale. The Punishment Bureau didn’t smell like anything. That was by d...

Zayne's Perspective: The rolling hills of Nabooty shimmered beneath a twilight sky, the air heavy with the scent of blooming starpetals and the distant murmur of waterfalls. Zayne Ryde adjusted the silken tunic he’d donned for the gala at Lord Varnis’s lake house, a sprawling estate of marble and glass that glowed like a beacon of decadence against the lush landscape. His blaster was tucked beneath the fabric, a silent pr...