1. Gaslight


    Date: 10/10/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: lucywild, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    words. “I like women, not men.” My heart soared at those words although I managed to keep quiet, not wanting to interrupt her. “My family made me marry him, they couldn’t bear the shame of a deviant in their midst. He knew as well as I did that my heart wasn’t in it. The prohibition of sex was perfect for me but he just got angrier and angrier. I knew he was looking for it elsewhere and I thought if I caught him I’d be able to get some kind of divorce on the grounds of adultery. Or be sent for re-education. I don’t know, I just…I didn’t want him dead Cat.” She turned to me, taking my hand in hers. “You do believe me don’t you? I never wanted him dead.” “I know,” I said quietly. “I know. Tell me one thing though.” “Anything.” “How did you decide you loved women?” I’d only asked to distract her but it worked, a smile spreading slowly across her lips. “I was eighteen and so was she. It was just after the prohibition started and we were out swimming. I’d often looked at her with a strange feeling in my mind that I didn’t understand and then we were alone in a deserted bay in our swimsuits and then she stripped off to sunbathe and I couldn’t stop staring at her. She must have known as she smiled at me and turned to pull my swimsuit from me. She kissed me then in the sunshine and I knew I’d never want a man in my entire life. I’d only ever want her. I tasted her that day and she tasted like heaven.” I felt my body begin to heat up when she said those words, wishing it was me ...
    she’d taste. I leaned towards her and she blinked back at me, her lips pursing. I was about to kiss her when the steamcrate pinged loudly, the autopilot switching off. “We’re here,” Evelyn said, grabbing the controls and bringing us in over the rim of a skyisland. We swept over empty parks and crumbling roads, the whole place looking deserted. “Where’s here?” I asked, staring around me. “Gaslight Asylum,” she replied, bringing the steamcrate to rest by a copse of trees. “Look out for private peelers and stick close to me.” We crept through the trees and then I caught sight of a towering brick wall, the only break in it coming from a wrought iron gate at least ten feet high. The asylum was cloaked in thick cloud that the sun couldn’t hope to penetrate. The light instead came from gaslights set into the walls, shining down on the private peelers who roamed around, fuseguns in hand. “What is this place?” I whispered as we crouched behind a hawthorn bush. “Why are we here?” “This is where the council send people who won’t stop having sex.” “What?” “Repeat offenders are sent here for re-education. They make them undergo electroshock treatment to cure them of their unhealthy desires. Too much masturbation, up you come. Want to enjoy sex with your partner, too bad. Ever thought about a threesome, into the asylum you go.” “Oh my goodness.” I was silent for a moment. “But why are we here?” “We’re going to set them all free.” “How?” “With Olivia’s help.” “What? How?” “She’s going to…” She ...
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