The Orchid Society
Copyright© 2026 by Travis
Chapter 1
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Remember the virtual world on Caprica in the BSG prequel? Of course you don’t. Few saw it. But a compelling virtual world existed where anything was possible, including life, death, pain and pleasure. It was all too real. But it was meant to be so much better. A mild D/s science fiction story that will contain poly later on. Story will be continued quickly if there is demand. Add'l codes to be added with later chapters. Author is writing a very long continuing serial under a different name.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Science Fiction DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Polygamy/Polyamory
Armando walked briskly back from the gym to his office, approaching a couple of giggling coeds sitting on the stoop of the residence hall. They were both in his cultural anthropology class. “Sure you don’t want to come with us to Florida?” Susan offered with a wink.
Armando smiled and waved them off. “No need to flirt anymore; I have posted your grades,” he jokingly responded.
“Oh, but we have so many kinky things we could do,” Susan replied.
Armando laughed as he passed them by, heading to his office. “Well then, carry on; don’t let me slow you up.”
“Wow, that is trouble waiting to happen to some foolish professor,” Armando quietly spoke to himself with a sigh. “Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink. A campus full of young women and I’ll go home again alone.”
His beautiful Jane was a long, long way away. As remote as possible without departing the planet. As a bright young architect, Jane had designed the new Antarctica South Pole base station and was offered the once in a lifetime opportunity to oversee its construction and first year of operation ... an entire year at the South Pole. Armando had encouraged his submissive, and the love of his life, to go. But after two months without her, he was questioning his judgement. He had talked to Jane last night on a typical bad, scratchy connection. She had asked him what he planned to do now that the semester was over, and asked if he had received any unusual packages. Armando went to his campus office one last time before going home, curious about any deliveries before he continued writing his new book.
As he opened his office door and flipped on the lights, there it was. A foot tall, cube-shaped box on his desk, wrapped in brown paper. Armando sat in his chair and spun the box around, thinking, “Hmm, it’s not addressed to me, and there’s no return address ... nothing to say who sent it or how it arrived,” and he thought, “Well, Jane must have had someone drop it off.”
Armando ripped off the paper to find a metallic, champagne-colored cube with no visible markings. No seams. No way to open it, no way to even discern a top or bottom. Lifting it up off the desk, he found it was solid, yet not heavy. Shaking it yielded no clue as to contents. Armando picked up the object and began to leave, planning to cut it open at home. As he turned off the lights and opened the door, the room softly glowed from a shimmering light emanating from the cube.
Sitting back down in the near darkness, a glowing readable imprint was visible:
WE HAVE WHAT YOU NEED
The Society
Then below that was a geotag code.
Armando chuckled sadly. “So they have what I need, eh? What I need is Jane, and they sure don’t have her.” Armando thought back to when he had first met Jane...
He was sitting in a Starbucks three years ago, reading a stack of essays written by his students. Deep in thought, his table was suddenly banged. His quick reflexes rescued his coffee as it careened downward, half his student’s essays scattering to the tile floor. As he peered across the table, he glimpsed a flash of white dropping to the floor. A young woman dressed in a white blouse and short white skirt was on her knees, rapidly gathering the papers, straightening and sliding them back onto the table. “I’m so sorry, sir, I’m so sorry!”
“No damage done,” he replied. Armando looked down at the woman. She had picked up all the papers, yet was still on her knees. He waited several more seconds, although it seemed like minutes, and yet she still did not get up. Armando smiled. “You may rise now.”
“Thank you, sir. Now I should go rejoin my friends.” Armando shook his head slowly. “Come sit with me. Tell me your name.”
As the woman pulled up a chair and sat down, she said, “My name is Jane Kelly, and yours?”
Armando grinned back. “Do you not already know my name?”
“Of course not.”
“And your bumping the table was an accident?”
“Of course it was; why would you believe it wasn’t?”
Armando leaned forward in his chair, his face quite close to the young woman. “I believe several things, Jane Kelly. I believe you already knew my name because one of your friends over there I met at a ... shall we say ... club a year ago. I believe she bet you that you couldn’t get my phone number. Am I correct so far?”
Jane shook her head in protest, but no words came out of her mouth.
“Don’t lie to me, Jane!” Armando said sternly.
This time Jane nodded slowly, but looking more and more ready to run like a startled deer. “You are correct, sir.”
“So here is more. I believe she told you about that club where she had seen me, and who I am. I believe your bumping into my table was no accident. So tell me, am I about right?”