Stories of Tie Up Games

After an assault of unprecedented savagery, the buffet of fruits, meats, seeds and cheeses lays in devastated ruins. Nikita stands in the centre of the room, her body already burning through the protein she has gorged on. She begins to move slowly at first. Measured, graceful movements flow from her...

One week later The quiet of the hospital ward, deep in the infirmary, is cool and dimly lit at this hour of the day. A soft beep, regularly pierces the silent still air, punctuated with the low soft hiss of an air regulator. A member of the Phlogiston Order enters the room, in a pure white tunic. Sh...

Thank you [mention]Caesar73[/mention] and [mention]GreyLord[/mention] once again your kind words leave me humbled.

It would make a fitting end for Nikita in some ways to end it now.

However, she is tenacious and full of surprises.

The Royal party watch in horror as the horde envelopes Nikita. The soldiers redouble their efforts trying to thin the crowd from a distance. The King looks on helplessly seeing the scene unfold. He fails to see that Angela is no longer dressed in mere robes, but robes of woven Orichalcum. She takes ...

[mention]GreyLord[/mention] and [mention]Caesar73[/mention], thank you again for your kind words. Nikita was a checkout girl and trained hairdresser, when she watched an assassin disguised as her mother, murder her father . Then she was tortured and experimented on. Ever since she was freed, she has...

Nikita tears through the hull of the craft making a and guiding her companions out of the rear cabin. Barely pausing for breath she tears open the crew cabin to allow the soldiers to climb out of the wreck. “We need to arm ourselves. The horde is coming.” Nikita says, feeling more than seeing the ho...

Indeed [mention]Caesar73[/mention] , will this be Nikita's last stand, or will she be able to defy the odds once more?

The dagger shaped craft streaks across the water, keeping low enough to kick up a wake, but high enough to stay dry. Ducted fans in each wing can provide hover or forward thrust with a tilt of its wings. The pilot and co-pilot sit up front, eyes on a swivel, surveying the sea and landscape like hawk...

[mention]GreyLord[/mention], your words humble me. I am familiar with his work and would never presume to even come close to its nuance and depth. I merely endeavour to create a tale where the reader goes on a journey and has fun on the way. [mention]Caesar73[/mention], thank you for your kind words...

Flight Commander Galen settles in her seat and runs a final check of her instruments. “This bird was not designed to fly at this altitude, I have no idea how we are still flying straight and true.“ The aircraft rattles alarmingly and various alarms are sounding and flashing. The aircrew in the back ...

A sad chapter I must say - a brilliant one too - to loose Nikita would be incredibly sad. You described her feelings her emotions so well. I still hope that there is a way that Nikita can be cured. She has not deserved to end like this - imho :) All i can say is it is not over yet and if it is her ...

Nikita lays back on the bed and slowly breathes, allowing her body to relax. Her gaze drifts from the blue skies and sea through the rooms large bay window, down to the tubes going into her left arm. The thin blanket is cool against her skin despite the warmth of the room and the silk negligee adds ...

@wolfman, you are on par with the greats of science fiction and fantasy. Wonderful story. That is high praise indeed, given the amazing worlds you jave created. Thank you. @wolfman, you are on par with the greats of science fiction and fantasy. Wonderful story. I agree. The one thing that always im...

This is epic. Each entry more delicious than the last. Csnnot wait for more.

“I want to know everything.” Nikita says, her tone firm but warm. King Halpron takes a deep breath and gathers his thoughts, before beginning, “The Orichalcum Dawn is indeed the terrestrial arm, of our intelligence services and is responsible for gathering intelligence and resources to further out i...

Thank you [mention]Caesar73[/mention] and [mention]GreyLord[/mention] for your patronage.

Answers are coming and maybe a few more complications

“We are in his container, Your Grace. There is no sign of him or Miss Green.” A man in black fatigues, carrying a carbine says into his phone. “Iosef, are there any indications of where they are?” High Priestess Angela asks, with a pit of dread in her stomach. “No Your Grace. Every surface has been ...

At the beginning it was darkness. At the end it was light. Amril got what he deserved and more. The way he abused and mocked and tortured Nikita was inhumane. This was such a gripping chapter. Honestly I thought Nikita was doomed. There are several lines I really like: "Weapon of ass distructi...

Oh [mention]Bandit666[/mention] you have done it again. Perfect pacing and just enough detail to entice but not so much it bogs down.

Thank you for posting this

He wakes up to the sound of a low keening wail. He checks his phone, tossing it aside with disgust. He pads barefoot and naked across the room to his prisoner and silently walks around her limply hanging form. Nikita cannot hear him but feels him near to her and hangs shivering with pain, giving no ...

Bandit666 wrote: ↑1 year ago Damn it, how did I let myself fall so far behind in this masterful tale, one full of twists and turns, intrigue and mystery, I’ve so much catching up to do, but it promises to be fun doing so,

Welcome back on board. I hope you find it to be a wild ride

[mention]Caesar73[/mention] and [mention]GreyLord[/mention], the challenge is daunting and the odds are against her. The worst in some ways is syill to come, but then so is the best

Another roller coaster chapter, first this almost relaxed dialogue, relaxation - than the change. The brutality. It may be my language skills - but I do not understand why Nikita´s captor reacted that way. If I am not mistaken he signed his death warrant. Question is: will he present Nikita another...

Nikita feels the bag she is in being carried, then set down on the ground. She cannot say for sure, how long she has been trapped in it, but the fire burning in her limbs tells her it is at least four hours. “Well this is shit.” She thinks, trying to flex the individual cords of muscles to gain some...

Thank you [mention]slackywacky[/mention] for 100 glorious chapter of this wonderful tale. Each entry is more sizzling than the last. This tale truly is a gift that keep on giving.