"Are you shitting me?" Kennedy nearly shouted. "What is this, the 1950's? She has a ticket and an ID." We were leaving for spring break, and I just knew I should have dressed more androgynously, maybe some baggy jeans and a sweatshirt. My breasts would have been impossible to hide, and it was definitely too warm out for that kind of clothing, but it would'v...
“Abigail.” Said Mother Superior. “You are a novitiate who has spent almost a month within our community. You were sent here so that we might assess your potential to become a member of our ancient and secret order. Yet you were seen last Friday frequenting a Public House and have confessed as much.” She paused. “I find your stated desire to remain within o...
"You will find," The Assistant near the door spoke suddenly, "that what we are depends greatly upon our purpose, and that our purpose depends greatly upon what we are." With that, he opened the door and Abigail flew into the room. The other girl dashed across the circular chamber and collapsed into Thalia's arms. Her chest was heaving as she sucked in air....
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...