TAKEN
Vol. 2: Grinding Coffee
by Olo
 
Chapter Five
 
It was the most intense climax I had ever had. It felt as if Pet had seized me by the prostate and was squeezing every last drop out of me. As dire as Pet's straits had been lodged between my ass cheeks and balls, she would have been in far greater peril between my surging cock and manic grip.
 
I again wanted to relax in the afterglow, but Pet's repose was less than secure, so I stayed slouched while I reached around my

TAKEN
Vol. 2: Grinding Coffee
by Olo
 
Chapter Four
 
My first breakfast with Pet was something of an auspicious occasion, and somehow full-frontal nudity didn't seem quite appropriate, so I donned some pajama bottoms immediately after I got up on my way to take my morning piss.
 
Pet was nowhere to be seen when I entered the kitchen, but I didn't panic because I presumed she had burrowed into my boxers, and retrieving them from the terrarium confirmed it. Holding her uprigh

TAKEN
Vol. 2: Grinding Coffee
by Olo
 
Chapter Three
 
When I left my apartment, I had no plan for convincingly demonstrating to my new pet that her only future lay in accepting my ownership. I just knew that I had already had enough improvisation for the moment, and I couldn't afford another moment of fallibility. I also knew that I hadn't had dinner.
 
I crossed the street to my favorite teriyaki joint and ordered my usual. As I let the hot protein and rice fill me up, I

TAKEN
Vol. 2: Grinding Coffee
by Olo
 
Chapter Two
 
My graduate advisor was unhappy with me. I had already changed my major once in my college career, and now I wanted to change it again. I didn't see what the big deal was. My grades were fine, but my scholarship required that I "make steady progress toward a degree," whatever that meant.
 
I had decided that I couldn't continue in hard science, and I thought I ought to learn more about what motivates people. M

TAKEN
Vol. 2: Grinding Coffee
by Olo
 
Chapter One
 
Three months after I took Rosa I came home one day and found her, not standing at devoted attention as she had been every other day, but lying unresponsive on her bed.
 
I'd had her for such a brief time—we had scarcely begun to try all the things I had wanted to explore together. I'd gotten her a terrarium and made her a bed from a cardboard box and a silk tie I had gotten one Christmas. I had only worn it once and I c

TAKEN
Vol. 1: Making Omelettes
by Olo
 
CHAPTER THREE
 
I awoke to the sound of a bird. It was a curiously regular cry, with none of the elaborate trills that typify territorial or mating calls. It was a cry for help. For my help.
 
I lifted my head and looked at the desk to see Rosa standing next to the glass and waving her arms frantically. More reflexively than I would later care to admit, I jumped out of my bed and rushed up to lean over the fishbowl.
 
Claire h

TAKEN
Vol. 1: Making Omelettes
by Olo
 
CHAPTER TWO
 
I slept almost twelve hours. I only had one studio that day, and I knew I could blow it off. I was famished.
 
I pulled on a pair of boxers and sat down at my desk, and lifted my shirt from the fishbowl. Rosa was sitting up and looking at me, but Claire was still curled up asleep. A tiny puddle in the center of the fishbowl told me I had neglected to think of yet another aspect of imprisoning people.
 
I brought

TAKEN
Vol. 1: Making Omelettes
by Olo
 
CHAPTER ONE
 
It wasn't until I was unpacking in my first apartment that I finally admitted to myself that I was going to start taking women. I was emptying a box of stuff that had been sitting on the shelves high in the back of the closet of my room at my folks' house for years. Buried under some old comic books was a fading yellow carton with a picture of a pipe on the lid. I detested my father's smoking habit, but I always liked the sme

COUVADE
by Olo
 
You described to me exactly what would happen, but I still don't quite believe it. Your ex Matt wouldn't leave you alone, and I thought you just wanted me to come over and scare him off. You always have these twisted fantasies, and that's why I'm stuck on you, Babe, but I never imagined you were serious.
 
I arrived when you asked me to, letting myself in with my key. Matt was there, and sure enough he was whining about what he could do to have you back. He stoo

THE INTERVIEW
by Olo
 
As soon as she saw the caller ID on her phone, Rosalind Webber knew her boss was dead. His wife Pam had only ever once before called Rosalind's cell, when Rosalind's boss Walter had had a heart attack while he and Pam were vacationing in Mexico. Walter had recently been under great stress—both from work and from family circumstances—and when Pam called Rosalind at 7:00am Rosalind knew that Walter had finally succumbed to the pressures he had been too stubbo

THE MENTOR
by Olo
 
CHAPTER FIVE
 
Pretending to be a distraught girlfriend turned out to be more difficult than Naomi had imagined. The investigation took longer than she thought, too, including letting the cops search her apartment twice (the first at her invitation, the second with a warrant). The worst were Rick's parents. They called shortly after Naomi made the report to the police ("Why didn't you call us first? He might have come home!"), and his mother was

THE MENTOR
by Olo
 
CHAPTER FOUR
 
Naomi actually forgot about her dinner invitation to Stefan less than an hour after she dropped him off. She completely compartmentalized her experience with Stefan from her previous life. She fell back into routines for most of her waking hours, but in her spare moments—without any conscious decision on her part—memories of Joan and Phil struggling in her mouth, and of Stefan watching her, would seep unbidden into her mouth, and she would

THE MENTOR
by Olo
 
CHAPTER THREE
 
It was about a week before someone from HR called Naomi to ask if she knew where Joan was. Joan's more immediate co-workers had all been contacted, and no one knew that Joan had gone anywhere after work besides straight home.
 
Naomi's work with Stefan was still professional if somewhat relaxed. She felt she very comfortable with him, even more so than with Rick. She seized the next opportunity they were alone together to talk.
 

THE MENTOR
by Olo
 
CHAPTER TWO
 
Naomi got angrier and angrier as the weekend progressed. She tried everything to distract herself—wine, TV, housecleaning—but nothing worked. When Rick wanted to fool around with her, she hoped that might divert her racing mind, but no sooner had he put his arms around her than her skin began to crawl and she had to excuse herself.
 
She was still on edge when she got to work on Monday. She picked up the stack of claims she had queue

THE MENTOR
by Olo
 
CHAPTER ONE
 
Naomi was elated finally to be getting out of Records. She had been there just under a year, but it had seemed like five. It was the dullest job she had ever had, though she had only ever had two jobs, both thanks to Joan.
 
Joan had been her best friend in high school. Joan had had more popular friends, including boys, but none had been as enduring as Naomi. Joan's family had money, but Joan was determined to make her own way. Naomi a