Portal Project - The Lottery Games
The Lottery Games are a yearly game in another world/dimension in which 300 “selectees” are subjected to a brutal (and sexual) elimination process to determine the winner. The losers are sold, the winner lives in luxury for the rest of her life. This is a Sci-Fi story with rather graphic BDSM content. As my standard warning below indicates, some of my stories are intense. If Science Fiction is not your bag, skip the story– or at least the first...
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It was a Rockwell Family Adventure – a short weekend away from "Mom;" Just the two of us. And as we always did on these trips, we decided to go exploring off-road, in this case in our four-wheel drive Jeep Wrangler. We planned a short weekend trip. Leaving mid-day on Friday, the plan was to drive up, spend Saturday off-roading and to see the sights, followed by our return home on Sunday.It was early April, the chill of winter quickly passing in preparation...
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After all, Maggie and George lived in the same townhouse. Downtown and a mile north of the theater district, they owned the old stone upright outright, were its only occupants, and so had the entire place to themselves. They lived in the same building but in separate apartments, on different floors, as a reluctant and ill-defined nod to propriety; she on the 2nd floor and he on the 4th, with the 3rd floor between them sound-proofed and dedicated as a...
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I drove us to the diner Tuesday morning. I could tell that Rosie was antsy. She told me of her feelings as I drove into the diner’s parking lot. “I’m nervous, Steven. What if I’m not pregnant?” “I don’t know how you couldn’t be. You haven’t had your period in almost two months, but even if you’re not we’ll just keep trying until you are. Then we’ll try some more.” I was grinning wildly as we exited the car. We had our...
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1998 I sat at the dinette table slowly rotating my cup of tea; a cup of tea I had not yet taken a sip from. Across from me, she watched me do it. Sixteen years of marriage down the shitter. "I'm sorry, Red. I—we—we—we . . ." "I get it. Don't say anything else. Please don't say anything else. I get it," I said. "I'd do anything to have spared you this, Red. Really," she said. I stood, suddenly. I turned my back to her. "I said to please not say...
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