Chapter 32 They gathered their meager belongings and made their way to the engineering section of Venus. Despite the late hour or maybe it was because of the early hour, 3 AM, the pathways were not deserted and they encountered several people along the way. John didn't expect any trouble and they didn't get any. They went straight to John's office and depo...
"Thank you autospanker I love you, please spank me." WHACK! "Thank you autospanker I love you, please spank me." The autospanker did not comply. 373 had reached her proscribed limit of spanks without failing to properly present her ass once. "She really is coming along nicely," observed Dr. Desdemona. "A true model patient." 373 was panting heavily, her...
Five years ago, Joanna DiSanto was a normal business woman on her way home after a busy day at work. As she was walking along, an old woman bumped into her and told her that she would go on to change the world, Joanna just shook her head and kept walking to her studio apartment. Suddenly she became aware of squealing brakes behind her, she moved as fast as s...
"Hilton, Paris. Number 11669. Isolation cell #3," the voice rang out in her head, over and over again. A goddamn number. How on earth did they think that they could reduce her to a goddamn number. Fucking dumb cops and their stupid little jails and uniforms. She couldn't believe that they would assign her a number and make her wear these terrible clothes. W...
Hi folks. I really am sorry for the huge delay in the next installment of this series. I've had a whole lot of things happening in real life. From the move, finding a job and getting an apartment, it has been a bit hectic for me. I'm also trying to spend a little extra time on the stories (whenever I can get around to it) so that I can get a little more edit...
When the very worst thing that you never thought would happen does, how do you handle it? When your mind swirls, and your head aches, and all you can feel is your heart breaking, when all you can hear is the voice of your own insecurities whispering to you, how do you handle it? Sitting next to the window, watching drops of rain splashing against the window...
It did not seem incongruous to me that an event as momentous as this would be taking place in an undistinguished courtroom, in a nondescript county building, in a bland rural county, in the midst of a featureless Midwest State. As a child, I always thought that history's major events occurred on a grand stage. I knew that ordinary events happened in small...
Author's note: This is a sequel of Building Reality. It was supposed to be a one of, but many readers asked me to continue this story. I decided to write two sequels. One with good ending and one with dark ending. This one is the darker one. Enjoy! ---------------------- Building Reality : Addiction Tracy's isolation felt like an eternity. After her secon...
The sows mind had slowed but there was still more than enough to handle simple tasks like resewing and hemming its clothing. The sows pen had French windows that lead into a small secluded rose garden that was now known as the Sow Meadow. It seemed happy. Its hands never stopped moving, fore if they weren't sewing they were massaging the still sore nipples....
SELF ISOLATION By Dawn R When the COVID virus hit I had a decision to make. As a writer I am very lucky in that I can work anywhere. Anywhere that is, that has light and power and good access to the internet. I am too married to my computer to consider resorting to pen and ink. Being too married to my job and my computer is also what led, at least in part,...