The following is a story first published on another web site under a slightly different nom de plume. I decided to post it here as well since there have been several mentions of it in posting for other of my stories. I'm trying to make sure that all of my works are posted here. Please note that aside from this foreword I have made no changes in any way. I ho...
Abstract: The brainwashing only works on four out of five women. The others have to stay at the Bimbo Asylum. * "Come-on. Undo my straight jacket," said Abigail, surprised that Brooklyn, Bronxie and even Madison would be so afraid to undo the knots tied in back. After all the laundry area had no guards and no cameras. "Hello, I can't use the tablet unless...
She was ready. No, scratch that; Jessie was hornier than...well, she couldn't remember the last time she was this wanton. For years, she rode the wave of erotic pleasures with whomever she fancied, whenever she fancied. But for these last three weeks, her only outlet was self- pleasure. Why the sudden change? Her name was Angela Mendez, a city court judge t...
It was 11:30 at night and Abigail was frustrated. At 37, her second child was nothing like the dream the first one was. He woke up several times, feeding him was hard as he didn't latch and she was overproducing. She sat there in the dimly lit living room, trying hard to get the breast pump to work. She fumbled with the device, unplugged it and then plugged...
"Holy shit!" Kennedy exclaimed, standing in the doorway with her mouth agape. Abigail and I were together in her bed. The sheets were still covering most of us, but by our bare shoulders and exposed legs, it was obvious that we weren't wearing much, if any clothing. Abigail and I had only woken a short while ago, and with our already being naked, one thing...
Large red numbers wavered before Abigail's eyes. She blinked several times and then yawned, hiding her mouth behind her small hand. The room was utterly still and the only sound a faint dripping noise somewhere in the distance. Blinking again, the young woman sat up, idly scratching at the light fur along her midriff. Her hidden claws left tiny red lines a...
"Haggith leave her alone, she's a hostage not a fucking doll," Abigail said. "No, but she is necessary for our goals to be met and yesterday was the biggest fuck up ever." Abigail looked away. She was ashamed of her organization they couldn't even snatch a woman. Karl had been shot and subsequently died. Georgina had been drugged, overdosed really, she had...
Abigail in Trouble Ch. 13: Abigail falls over a Cliff Emma was delighted that she had managed to broker the first successful "date" between Abigail and Cliff. She wanted to know all the gory details and kept pumping Abby for more explicit info. Abigail spilt the beans on the main points with enthusiasm but shied away from the more "private" details. Emma c...
"How do you like the new attachment for my broom?" Abigail asked her long time friend, Nora. Nora looked at the corkscrewed eight-inch handle sticking out from the side of Abigail's broom. "So you're still afraid of falling off, are you? I figured you'd be over that by now. It's been a couple of hundred years since you learned to ride." "It was that damned...
Thank you to searchingforperfection and catbrown for their hard work in editing and all of their suggestions. I appreciate all votes and comments, and I do read all the comments. This story is a sequel to The Doctor's Daughter. Both are set during the War of 1812. Since the death of Major General Brock in the fall of 1812, neither side has scored a decisive...