An excerpt from Ticklish Treats - Back for More

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An excerpt from Fun With Nerve Endings, part of Ticklish Treats - Back for More:

Sometime in the future: A young woman lay with her shackled wrists and ankles attached to a padded table. She was a short-haired brunette with brown eyes. Her slim form was covered in a gray bodysuit that left her hands and feet exposed.

Another attractive woman leaned over her wearing a lab coat, blouse, slacks and comfortable shoes. She had curly red hair that hung down to her shoulders, with a pair of glasses covering her green eyes which had information scrolling down the inside of the lenses. “Ms. Walker, I am so glad you agreed to assist me in my work.”

Susan looked up at the grinning scientist. “What kind of research study requires such restraints?” She pulled, but could barely lift her wrists.

“Now Ms. Walker, all of this has been thoroughly discussed and agreed upon by you. It is too late to back out now, seeing we have already credited your account with the promised sum. So, please try to relax as the tests are about to begin.”

A group approached that all bore the appearance of the scientist Olivia Foster, though they were dressed in security uniforms and not wearing glasses. Susan frowned up at them thinking, What sort of person surrounds herself with androids that look like her? She watched as they spread powder on the bottoms of her feet. “Hey, what are they doing?”

The scientist smiled pleasantly explaining, “It is all in preparation for the tests. Now it will cause a great deal of itching, but this will lead to heightened sensitivity which should provide the desired response.”

Susan’s soles and toes began to itch quite a bit. She twisted her feet back and forth, but it provided little or no relief. “Just what kind of study is this?”

Ms. Foster sighed. “It was all in the paperwork which you signed. This is an extensive study of Gargalesis in the Plantar Aspect. For the next three months, you will be stimulated by various means and your reactions observed.”

“Hold on. I didn’t sign up to be tortured daily so you can watch.”

The scientist held a tablet before the vexed woman, pointing to the information on the screen. “That is precisely what you agreed to, Ms. Walker. Now this will not be pleasant, but you have been paid well for your assistance.”

Susan yanked at her restraints, as the itching sensations continued to intensify. “Let me out, right now. You can’t treat me like this!”

“Calm down, Ms. Walker. You will be released when it is time for your break. Right now, it is time for the tests to begin.” With that she stepped back from the padded table, and it began to slide into the wall.

The restrained woman’s eyes went wide as a thick metal wall descended, shutting her in. Though enclosed, the space was well-lit and there was room enough that it did not feel claustrophobic. Still, she glanced about at all of the mechanical instruments contained therein. Susan wailed in despair, struggling to get free.

Ticklish Treats - Back for More is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F27J5DNL

An excerpt from Lawe Dogs

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An excerpt from Lawe Dogs:

"Mr. Raze! I really think that you should stop this nonsense before someone gets hurt. Besides, of course, the three scores of my men that you have already maimed or killed."

"Let her go! Or else I'll soil your derby." Cecil pointed one gun at Mr. Lawe, keeping the other trained on the horsemen.

"I really doubt that you could shoot me before I have ruined a perfectly good lady! Now, drop those guns before I have to damage her unnecessarily."

Katey struggled to get free, wriggling violently and stomping on Mr. Lawe's feet, only to hurt her own on his boots.

However, Prescott Lawe tightened his grip and she succumbed.

Cecil asked, "What's this all about anyway?"

"Oh, I'm sure that you are well aware of what caused this! You killed four of my men today."

"One of them tried to rape my betrothed! Then, all four held her hostage and waited for me to arrive so they could kill me."

"Now, why would they do a thing like that? I don't take the word of murderers!"

"But that's what happened!"

"We'll see what the judge says about that, my boy! Now, drop those guns or you'll have to start looking for another bride. This one will be in dire straits…"

The horsemen closed in on Cecil. He dropped his guns and ten men tied him up, placing him on one of the horses that he had emptied.

Prescott Lawe said, "Don't worry, son. I guarantee that you will get a fair trial." Then, he shouted to his men "Take him into town! Come on, young lady. You ride with me."

They mounted their horses and headed for town. The new ranch was soon far behind them, with scores of bodies strewn all along the front.

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An excerpt from Jarmus

 

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An excerpt from Jarmus:

There was a loud explosion and he struggled to his feet. The Harkee were dashing about to avoid the devastating bolts of energy raining down from above.

The youth looked up to see giant beings as tall as trees floating down towards him, held up by what appeared to be small stars.  They were human in general appearance, but glowed with an immense secret power. Their eyes were lit with starlight, eerily glowing too bright to stare at, but not bright enough to blind the eyes of those watching and not concealing the rest of the body. Their arms were crossed over their chests in grim defiance of any who would stand in their way.

Devastating bolts were coming from their eyes, causing massive explosions wherever they struck. He staggered, as the ground shook beneath him. Someone beckoned to him, and he hastened to follow.

The young man was led to a ship, and was ushered inside. All about, he could hear as the destruction continued.

His guide strapped him in and then programmed the controls. The Harkee then gave a nod and swiftly exited the ship.

Shortly afterward, the craft shook as its thrusters were engaged. Jarmus peered out of a porthole, as the ship began to rise up into the air. He saw several giants descending towards the surface all around him, with destructive blasts coming from their eyes.

He saw one being turn towards him, and the eyes started to glow impossibly bright. The ship surged forward suddenly, as the devastating blast just missed. Jarmus breathed a sigh of relief.

The craft rose up into the sky. He grew dizzy, as he watched the ground recede beneath him. Jarmus turned away, closing his eyes as he left the place he had come to call home.

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An excerpt from Hallowed: The Collection - Volume 2

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An excerpt from The Gemstone Tear, part of Hallowed: The Collection - Volume 2

Seeing his apprehension, the old man grinned. “All those years, she kept you from me. But now, here you are.” He scowled once more. “Why have you come?”

The young man bowed his head. “I wanted to see you.”

His grandfather gave a rasping chuckle. “Well, now you have. Was it worth it?”

Eric shook involuntarily, and then his eyes were drawn to something on the man’s chest beneath his dressing gown. “What’s that?”

There was a hiss, and the old man clutched the object in question. “It is nothing, merely a family heirloom.”

The young man’s eyes became wide and staring. “Can I see it?”

“No, it’s mine.”

Eric noticed the silver chain around the man’s neck. “It’s a pendant. Show me.”

His grandfather started to tremble. “No.”

The young man’s hand shot out, and he managed to pry the object from its owner’s grasp. It was a large ruby in the shape of a teardrop.

Fear could be felt in the old man’s voice, which softly demanded, “Give it back.”

Eric stood there mesmerized as the jewel started to pulse with a crimson glow. “Beautiful.”

The old man struggled feebly, but to no avail. “No, please. Don’t leave me. I need you.”

With a smirk, Eric pulled the pendant from the man’s neck and placed it on his own. The jewel had stopped pulsing. “Sorry old man, it now belongs to me.” He carefully concealed it beneath his shirt, wondering if there were security cameras in this room. Deep within, he felt an assurance. No one saw. It’s mine now. With a last look at the shriveled creature before him, he placed a finger over his lips. “Remember, this is our little secret.”

Dismay was etched on the weary face, as the old man nodded reluctantly.

Eric patted him on the shoulder, turned and left the room.

Hallowed: The Collection - Volume 2 is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CN5WLBK7

 

An excerpt from Ticklish Treats - Second Helping

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An excerpt from Maid to Serve, part of Ticklish Treats - Second Helping:

The man said, “You’re beautiful. What a splendid gift. I must thank Mother and Father for sending you along.” A note was placed into his hands. He read it and grinned. “Well, my dear, I believe we will have fun together. What is your name?”

“Mary.”

He gestured at himself. “Well, my name is Thad Hatton and this is Bernard.” He pointed at a large man who was holding the overcoat she had been wearing. “He works for me. Whereas you,” the young man drew close to her, “belong to me now. I am your master. Do you understand?”

“Yes… Master.”

“Good. Well, now that we have been introduced I will explain your duties. You are my maid, and will cook and clean for me along with any other household chores.”

She nodded. “Yes, Master. I live to serve.”

“And you shall, my dear. Above all else, you will entertain me.”

Mary looked at him confused.

Thad pointed, “Take off those slippers.”

She did so, shifting nervously from one foot to the other.

He held up a hand. “Stay still. I wish to admire your finer qualities.”

Mary stopped moving, as he inspected her feet.

The young man said, “Now, turn around. Lift up one so I can see the sole. Yes, now the other.” He moaned contentedly. “Very nice. Now, for the real test.” He grabbed her ankle, running a finger down her sole.

She giggled, but managed to retain her balance.

He grinned. “Now, the other.” He titillated that one. “Yes, you’ll do nicely.” He released her.

“Thank you, Master.” Mary bowed her head, wondering just what her servitude would entail.

Ticklish Treats - Second Helping is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C7WM825V

An excerpt from A World Without Oceans

 

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An excerpt from A World Without Oceans:

Marian watched in horror, as the spheres attempted to descend into the trench. These were silver vehicles which operated by the magnetic poles of rollers between two revolving spheres that moved in opposite directions at the same rate to keep the operator upright.

They could move in any direction and would never fall over. Their weaponry was magnetic-based, as well. The same energy used for movement was focused through the outer sphere, erupting in a devastating bolt. It could be channeled through any portion of the outer shell, thus giving the driver superior targeting ability.

Utilizing more powerful versions of the energy cable, the armored spheres descended precariously into the trench. The outer and inner globes did not turn as the vehicles slid down towards her.

As she scrambled to find her gun, a flash of light came from the depths. Marian closed her eyes, throwing herself back against the side of the trench.

The energy cables disappeared and the deadly vehicles dropped suddenly. Men frantically struggled to reboot their systems, but to no avail. Every panel had shorted out, and each vehicle had lost power.

Cruel soldiers scrambled for the escape hatches, and a few managed to leap for the side of the trench and hang on for dear life. The vehicles continued to fall, with the rest of their trapped occupants, inexorably to the bottom.

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An excerpt from Ticklish Treats

 

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An excerpt from The Treatment of Miss Worthing, part of Ticklish Treats:

The young woman curled her fingers at the sensitive flesh. “I want it all. It should be mine. If you will not give it to me voluntarily, then I will persuade you.”

Lily moaned softly.

Cordelia brought her fingers closer.

The girl jumped slightly as she made contact.

Her step-sister asked, “So, what have you chosen?”

Lily’s eyes grew moist. “Please, Cordelia…”

The young woman gave a sigh. “Very well.” She trailed a fingernail down one sole.

Her step-sister giggled involuntarily and chagrined. The bedclothes felt so heavy.

Cordelia assured, “Let us not be negligent.” She titillated the other sole.

Lily squeaked, trying to move her foot. But the bedclothes held it fast.

The older sister used her hands like surgical instruments. She lightly scratched an arch, and then rubbed her fingers against a smooth heel. Then, she commenced to trail her fingernails up and down the other sole. “Such soft, little feet, trembling like rabbits as I have my way with them.”

Lily bit at the bed clothes, but a stream of soft giggling could be heard. She wished for a scream, but a soft moan was all she could muster. Her weary mind was filled with one desire: to shriek or scream. How can she be so cruel?

Cordelia was chuckling at her predicament. “Laugh for me, dear sister. Your tortured mirth is music to my ears.”

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