PROLOGUE In the early part of the 20th century there was women's liberation and feminism took hold. Women strove for equality, or rather equal opportunity with their male counterparts. There were many changes made for the better. In the later part of the 20th century and the start of the 21st century, most women felt they had achieved equal opportuni...
'It wasn't always like this. I was part of a majestic matriarchy which resided on a small scenic island. Our tribe basked in the glory of abundant sunlight and natural resources. My role in the society was that of a gatherer. We would scavenge for anything useful after the brave hunters had dealt with threats inside the jungle. Subsequently, we would craft n...
Chapter 02 -- The holding cell The metal detector went off when she tried to go through screening. The airport employee called over the tough-looking female officer, the one who shared Trish' last name. The island cop's eyes scanned Trish with a strange expression; curiosity mixed with impatience and a hint of contempt. The cop grabbed Trish by the shoulde...
[Reading the earlier chapters will make this one more enjoyable. All characters are over 18.] * Eleanor was pleasantly surprised by how rapidly Goose Cookers could turn her idea into a product and get it to market. She herself jumped into the fray of preparing marketing information and designing the communications strategy. The company had sold women's sp...
WHACK! Verner Wasowicz's buttocks stung bitterly, and he closed his eyes. His tightie whities and trousers were clogging his ankles, but he wiggled his legs as Charyn's strop landed across his lower buttocks. THWACK! "Love your Fruit of the Looms there, Vernie. Quite appropriately named. FRUIT." Charyn laughed, and Verner looked over his head to see Char...
Barbara walked forward, prompted by the riding crop which would occasionally fall on her bare ass cheeks. She was totally concentrated as she walked, fearing that she may tip and fall. She was thankful for the shoes they gave her since they protected her feet in the forest path. Her hands were bent at the elbows behind her back and secured with a pair of han...
When The World Turned Gray. Would it have been better if the sky were blue and the trees were green and the wild flowers blossomed along the roadside? Or would the end of so much color in my life have made it harder to bear? I watched the bare trees and the dirty snow banks roll by as my mother drove me to the courthouse. We sat in silence as the radio gav...
© 2014 by Thrillerauthor * That night was like something out of a horror movie - the most horrendous experience of my life, and that includes Gregg's attempt to murder me. It began with the cops whisking me out of Morton's through the kitchen door, so I didn't even have a chance to tell Ron what was happening. I was worried sick about what he must be thin...
My life in high school changed a lot, for the better I might add. I was very active in Jiu-Jitsu and was losing a lot of excess weight while attractively toning my muscles. I gained more confidence in myself and was finally starting to fit into groups of friends. The summer before freshman year, I met my future husband, Ryan, and we flirted back and forth...
allan had long since stopped struggling in his bonds. There was almost no motion allowed by the cruel pillory that held him pinioned in place. He had feared this day since his sentencing last Tuesday. The whipping had been much worse than he'd imagined: the jeering of the crowd, the intense biting of the lash, his convulsive thrashing. Each time the leather...