*** CHAPTER 2 *** The week after Master died, I moved with Katie into the house, permanently. We decided to share her bedroom, even though it was the smallest in the house. We just couldn't move into the Masters' old room; there were just too many bad memories. Even if we didn't quite feel ready for it, Katie and I were on our own. The farm had to keep r...
If you hate cheaters and apparent non-consent isn't your thing, you might want to pass on this one. Sorry. *********** The title may be a little misleading. there is a good bit having to do with environmentalism in this story but the climate change has more to do with my outlook on life and endeavors. It kind of reminds me of the 1919 release song written...
I had been working on this farm all summer and doing a pretty good job. We were nearing the end of the season though and I was preparing to go to college in a few short weeks. Overall it had been a rather uneventful summer, I worked from sun up to sundown and didn't have much of a social life other than trying to flirt with the owner's daughter. She was two...
Part two. you really need to read part one first to mke sense of this but here they are in a pub on Saddleworth Moor, Naked ecept for her Ponygirl tack and bound, blinkered and blinded Rose had just pulled Henry ten miles across Saddleworth from the Farm in a two wheeled cart, now she serves the regulars before pulling him home again. * The Box, it was a c...
Keiko looked out across the fields, her father and brothers had travelled to the town to sell the rice crop, and she was left alone in the house. They would be gone until dusk and with the harvest over there wasn't much to do around the farm. She felt alone and bored; she resented her brothers for being allowed to ride with her father whilst she was stuck in...
I have been a Rural Service Worker for two years. More aptly, I have survived being a Rural Service Worker for that time, and defied the odds. The life expectancy in this kind of forced labor is somewhat less than that. No, they don't all get killed. Some die from disease. I suppose that is being killed anyway if you are what in the big cities they call a se...
Michelle Bannon washed dishes. They were not hers, only her responsibility as a dishwasher. She puffed a white curl from her face and tried to blink stinging sweat from here left eye. Up to the elbows in suds, she thought about home. It had been months since she arrived on the Qadesh Hub Station, fleeing the boredom of a small family farm of a small moon of...
Alex hazily woke the next morning at the bottom of a warm pile of human puppies. He reached over and fondled Bubbles' ass, just because he could. Bubbles stirred slightly and rubbed her face against his chest. She sighed contentedly. They simply lay there like that for a while, but eventually it was time to get up. Alex stood and stretched while the two pu...
Coming to America to try to live out the American Dream was no easy treat, but as I found my way through it all, I found it all worthwhile. I had moved to this country forty years ago, just a 20 year old looking to make a better life than the one I had had in Mexico. The Americans had recruited me for a farm hand program, during the late sixties. They came t...
These are the accounts when I sent sara for Pony and Puppy training. *** Pony Training. Last year I was sent for pony training to a farm on the Yorkshire moors for a weekend by my Master. He wanted to open my eyes to everything related, however loosely to the DD lifestyle we lead. Sir drove me up to the farm past lots of old barns, most converted into h...