Rikimaru

Refund for Dec/Thank you, Patrons!

Hi Patrons!

It's always this time of year that I give thanks to all of you for your support.  My plan was to pause billing for December and take the rest of the year off, but I missed the deadline in Patreon to do that.  So I issued a refund to all Patrons for December, which TBH was a bit of a tedious and time-consuming chore since I had to do it manually for each individual Patron, and also the interface was very slow, taking 30 seconds or more to complete each refund.

PGAD - Chapter 11

11.

What the hell did I do?

That was the thought that had reverberated through Sara’s brain for the remainder of the weekend.

She’d awoken late Saturday afternoon, still in the evening dress, tangled about her incredible body, with a hangover headache that threatened to split her skull open.  She had only the tiniest fragments of any memory of driving home, which she’d foolishly done despite already having thought of the considerable risks.

PGAD - Chapter 10

10.

The room was a generously sized suite with a separate bedroom, balcony and even a wet bar.  Ted handed her a soda before fixing himself a whiskey cocktail.  She settled on the coach, slipping her shoes off with a sigh as he stirred and poured, bringing her legs up folded to the side.  It really was nice to get out of those heels and off her feet.

He settled on the couch next to her, turning the television on, putting his own feet, still clad in expens...

PGAD - Chapter 9

9.

Fucking whore.

Sara berated herself as she stood in front of the mirror, back at home.  She yanked the oversized blazer off again, throwing it into the corner with rage and disgust.  She was left looking at herself, sweaty and disheveled, barely covered by the tattered remains of her blouse.

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

It had been like snapping out of a trance.  She’d come down from her second or third orgasm, each...

PGAD - Chapter 8

8.

It wasn’t very long before Sara found out why it was a bad idea after all.

The sun was just peaking over the horizon.  Sara had spent the rest of yesterday evening alternating between marveling at her newly altered self in the mirror, and frigging herself into oblivion, over and over again.  Similar to the previous night, she’d passed out more than fallen asleep from sexual exhaustion and satiation.

Years of ingrained habit had her waking up at he...

PGAD - Chapter 7

7.

Sara was back in bed again, warm and comfortable in a new clean nightgown.  She was freshly showered, though now she was beginning to sweat again as she scrolled through the tablet one-handedly, scrolling with her thumb, her other hand idly fingering herself again.

She’d absolutely needed another shower, after her last session in the bathroom.  By the time she had finished, she was sweating like a hog, barely able to breathe, her legs shaking, almost unab...

PGAD - Chapter 6

6.

Sara awoke, shivering, freezing.  It was no wonder, since her nightgown was damp and cold,  and she was slumped over on the floor of her bedroom without any cover.  Apparently, she’d spent the entire night in like this; the morning light was flooding in through the windows, birds chirping outside.

She rose unsteadily to her feet, groaning, as her muscles protested at being used, stiff and cramped from being locked in that awkward position for so long...

PGAD - Chapter 5

5.

Sara shut the door of her expensive European coupe, placing the tablet on the stitched leather seat beside her.  For a few moments, she simply sat there blankly before finally taking a deep breath, starting her car and then drove out of the Gen-U-Tech parking lot.

It was madness.  All crazy, insane madness.  How could this be happening..?  

Nanites.  She had only a vague idea of what they even were.  ‘Tiny robots,’ he’d said -- that pre...

PGAD - Chapter 4

4.

They stood there, both of their chests heaving as they each tried to catch their breath.  Chris had turned away as he awkwardly reached down to grab his pants, bunched around his ankles, and pulled them back up, redoing his belt.  Ms. Davis, still flush-faced and sweating, was ineffectually smoothing her clothes and wiping at the semen still running down her face.

What now? Chris thought.  Exchange numbers?  I’ll call you in the morning?<...

PGAD - Chapter 3

3.

The small vial slipped out of Chris’ hand and smashed in the sink.

Fuck, he swore inwardly.  Goddamit…

Why, why, why was he, Summa Cum Laude Biotechnology graduate from the top university in the nation, standing in front of the metal sink, wearing rubber gloves and holding a wire brush, scrubbing test tubes like a fucking dishwasher?!

It was beyond undignified. Tens of billions of dollars at Gen-U-Tech’s disposal, and...

PGAD - Chapter 2

2.

Sara shut her office door and slumped into her expensive leather desk chair, head turned up to the ceiling, eyes shut, exhaling deeply.  What an absolutely crazy, mortifying morning.  What in the hell was wrong with her, wrong with her body?

After several long moments spent collecting herself, Sara sat up and immediately opened her email, writing a note to her colleagues with the previously forgotten figures and stats, now recalled with typical and expected...

PGAD - Chapter 1

1.

“Check it, I finally got to take this thing out.”

“Holy shit..!  What is that, a 60-footer?”

“60 -- pssssh!  It’s 65.”

Sara was getting a bit steamed.  They weren’t even trying to keep it down.  She was so fed up with working here, tired of wading through the same muck as these other pigs that somehow passed for corporate leadership.  The misogyny, the chauvinism.  Pretending to laugh at the crass, tasteless j...

PGAD - Prologue

Prologue

Stanley stood in line, shifting restlessly.  He wasn’t sure if he’d been waiting for over an hour yet, but it sure as hell felt like it.  His goddamn feet ached and he all he wanted to do was get home and sit down on the couch in front of the TV for the rest of the night with a 12-pack of cold beers.

Still, he shouldn’t be complaining.  After all, he was still on the clock, and when was the last time he got paid to do nothing?  Gen-U-Tech Labs wa...

Here we go!!

Sorry, Patrons.  I had set up some releases but accidentally dated for 2022  *facepalm*

Prologue today as refresher, plus two chapters scheduled for this month.  Here we go!

Thanks for patience, Patrons!

Hello Patrons!

You'll hopefully have observed that I paused billing again for the month of May, BUT I'm happy to say that I'll be putting out at least one release this month.  I've just done a word count of my latest story, which is currently at 12.5K words, which if past is precedent is right around the halfway mark.  

The start of the story was a little difficult, knowing where I wanted to go but being a little unsure of how to get there.  Now that I've gotten the...

Still working, and still paused!

Hi Patrons, my story is coming along and I'll be putting out some chapters soon.  Just  a quick note to let you know this page is not abandoned and I'm still continuing to log in every month to pause billing on the next month (can only do one month at a time).

Thank you for your patience and continued support!

Talk later!

-riki

Feb billing paused!

Hi Patrons!  Just an update to let you know that I paused February billing again as well, so please stay subscribed without worry that you will be billed while I am not published -- will not happen.  

The start of the year has been hectic, but I'm getting back on track!  Looking to start publishing again soon -- as soon as I have a good enough safety pad to put the next story on a regular schedule.  Thanks for the patience and Happy New Year!

Another story concluded...

Hi Patrons!

I hope you've all enjoyed Donor.  It's always funny to me to look back on what I've written and see how revealing it is in ways I was never consciously aware of.  Retrospectively, the inspiration from this story is clearly my best friend getting married, my sister getting engaged, and sad lil ol' me still in "it's complicated" status LOL!!  I guess time grants clarity, and who knows what the future will bring..?

It's been strange year for us all, and I'l...

Donor - Chapter 16

16.

Samantha roughly rifled through her purse for a few moments before she promptly gave up and settled for pounding on the apartment door, banging her fist so hard it hurt.

She heard footsteps quickly approach and then the door opened a crack to reveal a sliver of Janet’s face, shocked and alarmed.   “Samantha, what--”

“BITCH!!!”

The second her eyes landed on her roommate, Samantha shoved the door wide open, knocking Janet backwards. &nb...

Happy Thanksgiving, Patrons!

Patrons, 

Happy turkey day to you all!  I am thankful for all of you this year and every year.   

I wanted to share with you that I have taken pretty much all of the contributions from this year and donated them to various causes: an at-risk childcare provider who had to give up her job due to COVID; for the medical expenses of a pre-teen in my area who was caught in gunfire between police and a carjacker; and to the local food pantry.

None of that would ...

Donor - Chapter 15

15.

“Michael, I’m so sorry.  I don’t know what more to say at this point.”

He sat there stonily, across the kitchen table in his apartment.  A beer sat in front of him opened yet untouched, condensation building on the glass bottle, trickling down.

“I know what you can say, “ he finally burst out.  “You can tell me what all of this is about, what the hell is going on with you these past months.”

“I told you already,” Samant...

Donor - Chapter 14

14.

The following day, they reached a new milestone.

It had started early that afternoon, with Samantha’s phone ringing for what must have been the billionth time.

“Oh, just fucking answer it already,” Janet groaned.

“I will, if you’d just hold on for a minute then,” Samantha answered, reaching over and grabbing her phone.  She looked down sternly at Janet, on her knees, Samantha’s massive erection buried between her tits.

“You nee...

Donor - Chapter 13

13.

“Samantha?”

“Yea..?”

“You’re fucking amazing.”  Janet whimpered as she ground her hips sensuously.  

“Your cock is amazing…”

Samantha only responded by gripping her best friend by her trim waist even tighter, driving her hips upwards as Janet rode on top of her lap.

“God, I’m so fucking horny,” Samantha muttered.

“Me too,” Janet moaned, pushing her ass down to meet each of her roommate’s thrusts...

Donor - Chapter 12

12.

Back again, back again, Samantha thought as she stood in the bathroom of her and Janet’s apartment, still wearing her work attire, which consisted of a grey mini pencil skirt and cuffed white button down.  Janet hadn’t arrived yet, but she thought she might as well get started, even as she told herself it was a terrible idea to continue doing this.

After all, how much more of this constant strain could their friendship really take? &nb...

Donor - Chapter 11

11.

Samantha woke up blearily, unsure of where she was, the sunlight streaming in through the window, still feeling drunk and also incredibly horny.  She planted her feet on the bed and spread her long thighs wide before reaching down between her legs, gripping her massive sticky erection and jerking herself off.

She murmured in pleasure as she gave herself a few hard strokes before her eyes flew open.

Oh what the fuck..!

She still had a fuckin...

Donor - Chapter 10

10.

Janet lay on the coach, drunk off her ass and dozing.  If past experience was indicative of anything, Samantha would be in the bathroom for a while.  And Janet was too intoxicated and sleepy to be a pervert listening at the door today.

It had been a bewildering, roller-coaster of a night and earlier her mind had been abuzz, wondering why Samantha had wanted to come back to the apartment tonight and make another “donation”.  But at the moment, she ...

Donor - Chapter 9

9.

Samantha stood in the bathroom yet again, swaying, intoxicated and off balance.  With fumbling and uncoordinated hands, she reached out for the box, the box full of little blue and pink pills, peering at it blearily.

What was she doing?  What was she thinking?

Spring Break.  That’s what she’d been thinking of.  Spring Break, Spring Break, Spring Break…

Why though, why so frequently these days?  It wasn’t like her.  Sh...

Donor - Chapter 8

8.

The screen of Samantha’s phone lit up as it buzzed on the table, but she only glanced down briefly and swiped with her finger, silencing it.  

“How’s everything going?” she asked.

“Good, great.  Really good…”

Samantha and Janet both picked up their cocktails and sipped in the ensuing silence.  Things had become awkward and strained, almost painfully so.  Perhaps even reaching the extent of the Spring Break aftermath.

Donor - Chapter 7

7.

“Janet?”  Samantha’s muffled voice came through the locked door, only now their positions were reversed; it was Janet inside of the bathroom, and her roommate standing just outside of it.

“Hey.  Yea?”

“I…  I think I’m just going to go right now.  If that’s OK.”

“Yea, Sam, of course.  Thank you.  Thank you so much.”

“I’ll call you.”

Janet heard the apartment door open and ...

Donor - Chapter 6

6.

“So, any news..?”

Janet chewed her bottom lip nervously, trying to figure out how to respond to Samantha’s text.  It’d been over a month now, and she still hadn’t gotten up the nerve to tell her roommate that she hadn’t even gone through with it.  She felt like a total fraud every time the subject came up.

She settled on deflecting, typing back "No" with a frowny face.  Then she followed up:

“I don’t think it worked.”