Ada's return to the Wolf Creek Ranch for the duration of the war years was a period of fantasy isolation from the world gone mad around them punctuated by shocking reminders that they were part of that world. Beth proved to be a real delight for Ada—the daughter she had always wanted but that the Spanish flu had ripped out of her arms. Ada didn't know how s...
Major Tremaine arrived early at the Indian camp. Langlade was there to meet him. "I see you didn't overload yourself. I'm impressed," he said. The Major nodded. He had not worn his bright scarlet uniform coat. Instead he had on a brown sleeveless waistcoat and his shirt and breeches though white had faded to a light gray. Not something you normally saw a B...
Major Jeffrey Tremaine was frustrated. He and General Burgoyne had arrived in Montreal the first week in May to find almost nothing had been prepared or made ready. Sir Guy Carleton explained that the invading army was not his and his role was the military governor not commander of a large army. The requested wagons and carts were being made from green wood...
Missy was coming home from work one Friday night. She pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building. She got out of her car. As Missy started walking towards the door to go into the building, someone came up from behind her and put a pillowcase over her head. There was a hole cut out of the case for her nose and mouth to breathe out. She was told to...
Dionne MacPherson had always been known in her family as "the little princess". Being the youngest of three girls was the initial reason but the name really stuck as she became more of a prima donna, not being able to handle to the more demanding chores on the family farm. Being the only blonde child didn't help either. Both of Dionne's sisters were jealous...
Disclaimer: SPH-focused, softcore with no female nudity. Also, I am not a doctor or anything, so don't think things I write about hospitals or carpal tunnel syndrome or medical procedure are necessarily true or even real. Thank you. *** A pain in my wrist got really bad one day and I went to the hospital, complaining of what I thought was carpal tunnel. T...
Diana's Day "You're poking me, Sir," Diana says in mock protest as I awake. I soon realize that she's referring to my "morning wood." "I have to pee- BAD," I say, with more urgency than I intended. Diana scampers out of the way and watches admiringly as I traipse to the bathroom, my prick standing at attention all the way. Mary calls us from the hallwa...
NOTE: This is part 3, it makes more sense to read in order. Probably not to your taste if you hate piss play and *willing* sub cum sluts being used. My style is raw and graphic, not to everyone's taste, but very much to some. x * --- * "And here are the staff toilets," I announced as we entered the next room we had prepared in the abandoned hospital we cal...
I originally published this story in another site as an anonymous author, but I like it here. I thought you might enjoy this story. ***** There wasn't a sound. Yet. But she knew she was in for a night to be remembered. Greg had walked with her blindfolded not too far away. When the blindfold was removed she didn't recognize where she was. He told her to...
I have been personally involved with the aftermath of esophageal surgery and the drainage therapy for healing esophageal damage - it remains medically essential that the patient not speak, whisper, swallow, cough or strain this delicate tissue in any way - for patients with 'wandering hands' the restraints described are prescribed - for vaginal damage, as ex...