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(The Remedial Attitude Adjustment Center)
Preface
Arnold Meyer walked down the hall to collect his newest subjects. Having been a trainer for the last ten years, first at Bierdorf prison, and recently at Horwath, he had a tremendous amount of experience turning the vilest female vermin into quality products. He had been given the worst of the bunch, the ones that were labeled as incorrigible. His reputation for breaking intractable female flesh to his will was well known. As such he was often given the most difficult cases.
The Horwath Center had been in operation for nearly five years before Meyer had arrived. In that time they had processed many women, turning them into beasts of burden as well as pets. The process of collection changed when Meyer arrived though. His suggestions improved output so much that the Foreign Ministry actually began exporting stock to neighboring countries. Wetting the appetite of the wealthy aristocrats across the border caused a surge in demand. As the word spread, more and more of the wealthy aristocrats demanded Horwath?s services. As such, production had to be increased dramatically.
Meyer was an expert in his field. He knew what made a woman tick. His skills were so great that he was often filmed, his techniques being shown to prospective trainers. He was awarded a Masters Degree for his thesis on the female psyche, which gave a multi-path roadmap to the conversion process.
It was Meyer?s idea to create a separate section for the most difficult cases. Instead of a simple training facility, he actually enlisted surveillance teams. Their job was to comb the streets for female lowlife. Young females who resided in the slums were their primary targets. They would monitor their speech, their posture, and their activities. The more aggressive the individual, the more likely they would need special training.
The History of the World (circa 2034)
The United Nations was established in the mid-twentieth century to bring countries closer together. One crisis after another, from the Cuban Missile Crisis, to the many troubles in the mid-east had been dealt with in a judicious manner. Countries worked together to avoid the human tragedy of a world wide war. And most of the time, it worked!
In the year 2009 the balance of power changed, and not for the better. With continued endorsement from the United Nations and assistance from French and Russian governments, Iran, who had been arguing that her nuclear power plants were for peaceful use, began secretly purifying plutonium into weapons grade material. The manufacturing scale was quite small, perhaps only a few pounds a month. But within a year, with imports from Korea, they now had nearly a ton of weapons grade material. And this was not a good thing.
The plan was called Holy Vengeance. It was frighteningly simple. Simply put, small lead cased packages would be slipped into the UnitedStates, Canada, and GreatBritain. Teams would store the items in nondescript apartments and await the shipment of other materials. The shipments would be done slowly, patiently. Eventually, Ten U.S. Cities including Washington D.C., NewYork, LosAngeles, Detroit, and Chicago had at least one and perhaps as many as four ten kiloton bombs in place. Some bombs were made substantially larger because of the target they were meant for. Where possible the bombs were assembled in high rise buildings to increase the effect of the blast.
On November 25, 2011 the plan was ready for execution. The Iranian president, is the ultimate act of treachery and martyrdom, went to the United Nations to address the assembly personally. He even invited the President of the UnitedStates to attend as an offering of friendship between two nations who had found themselves at odds with each other for the last 40 years. However the president refused, saying that he could not meet with him for to do so was to offer his endorsement of the human injustice that Islamic Fundamentalism imposed on the Iranian people.
On the afternoon of that day, one day prior to the start of the busy Christmas shopping season, the Iranian president spoke.
?People of the world hear me!? he said in his native tongue as countless interpreters began converting not only his words but his mood into words that their dignitaries could understand.
?People of the world. For years the Iranian people have been placed under the thumbs of the western cultures of the world. We have been threatened by the existence of the Zionist regime and we have endured. That will not continue beyond this glorious day.
?As I speak your cities burn. As I speak your capitals crumble. Allah be praised for all of Islam for we shall never be your slaves again!?
Around the world men watched CNN and other satellite stations, waiting for the words that would tell them to start the explosive sequence. First NewYork, with four of the larger fifty kiloton bombs, followed by Washington, Dallas, and Chicago were nearly obliterated by these horrendous blasts. London, Paris, and Berlin ceased to exist. And as the Israelis watched Tel Aviv disappeared under a mushroom cloud.
The president and several high level members of Congress watched CNN in stunned silence as nearly half a billion people simply vanished, as ten million New Yorkers died instantly, as the world?s commerce and energy pipelines were ravaged and destroyed.
The response was swift. It was known as operation blanket approach. It took nearly two weeks to put all the pieces into place. There would be no silly announcements or speeches. It would simply be done. Simply put, it would be genocide. The president ordered a full scale nuclear strike against every population center in Syria, Iran, and NorthKorea. And while the Iranian bombs were crude and inefficient, there was nothing crude or inefficient about the weapons of the U.S. military.
Fighting continues for several years while the world suffered. As strange as it may sound the energy crisis that one would have expected to develop never did. After the purge of Iran, the remaining Arab countries wanted no part in anything that might upset the American or European governments. In fact, the president stated quite clearly that any attempt to reduce oil production would be considered an act of war and would be dealt with swiftly and decisively. And with the lack of large cities to use up resources, the demand was reduced. It stayed that way for a few years until the world recovered.
Yet terrorism did invade the UnitedStates and Europe. Retaliations on a much smaller scale continued. Small bombs were detonated inside wedding chapels in Las Vegas. Convention centers exploded in Tampa. College dorms were reduced to rubble. And the fight went on.
By the end of 2012 the world had recovered in one form or another enough to function. However the UnitedStates was not doing well. The European economy hadn?t suffered as much as the US because their ports were not subject to the attacks that the US?s ports were. The blow of losing NewYork as a port as well as LosAngeles, hit hard. There were shortages of clothing, food, and countless other necessities.
People began to immigrate to the Mideast. Before long Iran and Syria were defacto provinces of the United States simply because the majority of the population was now American. Europe was the recipient of nearly ten million immigrants. And that was when the anti-Euro-American movement started.
As more and more people moved from the ravaged US to Europe, cities and town grew at an alarming pace. By the end of 2013 towns and villages meant for ten thousand had grown to ten times that size. The simple shops and stores disappeared as the American shopping centers took over. Walmart had invaded Europe.
This and other changes were looked on with disfavor by the European communities. Americans were controlling the town councils. Americans were teaching in their schools. Americans were running their lives. There had to be a way to either send them home or at least get them out of their hair.
Nowhere was the resentment as great as in the Baltic States. With so many Americans living in the area it was impossible for these small towns to maintain their identity. Shop owners had to learn English. The fear existed that soon their own cherished dialects would be nothing more than forgotten memories.
Borders blurred as Americans removed border crossings, turning Eastern Europe into a single country with governors heading the provinces rather than traditional monarchs and presidents. There were only a few holdouts, but they were dwindling. Most ceded to the new European Conglomeration of States, or ECS. But some resisted.
One of note was Horwathia, a province approximately two hundred miles square. Its population, mostly of Hungarian and Yugoslavian ancestry, numbered fifteen million. When the Americans moved in that population doubled.
The government would have ceded to the ECS if it were not for the efforts of Adolfo Horwath, The Grand Duke of Horwathia. Having led the revolt that allowed his country to split from the masses he used his political connections to keep his country free of the yoke of the ECS.
As a generation passed there grew a movement within certain circles to kick out the invaders. They feared that Americans would corrupt their cherished bloodlines, their heritage. Adolfo?s successor, Sigmund Horwath was very much in favor of some sort of plan to purge the vermin from their land. However, a certain Horwathian gentleman who had spent much time in America and studied their culture suggested a somewhat different approach. Their country was now suffering from the worldwide energy crisis. Transportation was now either by bicycle, boat, or mass transit. Many clamored for some other means. Horses were considered but most of Europe was already using them to supplement their own mass transit systems. With their high demand the cost of these animals skyrocketed into the tens of thousands. And the narrow streets of the major cities simply wouldn?t work well with the stubborn beasts anyway.
Arnold Meyer offered a solution that was both ingenious and devious. The population would be sorted out into Europeans and Euro-Americans. The government would arrest American females and retrain them for domestic service or transportation. When he mentioned transportation to the Prime Minister and described his perceived ideas to save energy the minister seemed intrigued. The idea of harnessing beautiful women and making them pull carriages was interesting.
The Prime Minister noted a problem. ?There are too many women for this to depopulate the Americans. What else can you think of?? he asked.
?I already have it worked out. Pets!? he replied.
?Pets??
?Yes. We turn the remainder into pets for our populace. We?ll train them for oral sex. It might even be possible to export them and make a handsome profit from them. We?ll have to discuss that with the bordering countries. Their population is just as anxious for a solution to the problem as we are.?
?Then you are my new architect. You will manage the development of the training facilities. You will bring in the appropriate people.?
?As you wish, sir.?
(The Remedial
Preface
Arnold Meyer walked down the
hall to collect his newest subjects. Having been a trainer for the last ten
years, first at Bierdorf prison, and recently at Horwath, he had a tremendous amount of experience turning
the vilest female vermin into quality products. He had been given the worst of
the bunch, the ones that were labeled as incorrigible. His reputation for
breaking intractable female flesh to his will was well known. As such he was often
given the most difficult cases.
The
Meyer was an expert in his
field. He knew what made a woman tick. His skills were so great that he was
often filmed, his techniques being shown to prospective trainers. He was
awarded a Masters Degree for his thesis on the female psyche, which gave a
multi-path roadmap to the conversion process.
It was Meyer?s idea to create
a separate section for the most difficult cases. Instead of a simple training
facility, he actually enlisted surveillance teams. Their job was to comb the
streets for female lowlife. Young females who resided in the slums were their
primary targets. They would monitor their speech, their posture, and their activities.
The more aggressive the individual, the more likely they would need special
training.
The History of the World (circa 2034)
The United Nations was
established in the mid-twentieth century to bring countries closer together.
One crisis after another, from the Cuban Missile Crisis, to the many troubles
in the mid-east had been dealt with in a judicious manner. Countries worked
together to avoid the human tragedy of a world wide war. And most of the time,
it worked!
In the year 2009 the balance
of power changed, and not for the better. With continued endorsement from the
United Nations and assistance from French and Russian governments,
The plan was called Holy
Vengeance. It was frighteningly simple. Simply put, small lead cased packages
would be slipped into the
On
On the afternoon of that day,
one day prior to the start of the busy Christmas shopping season, the Iranian
president spoke.
?People of the world hear me!?
he said in his native tongue as countless interpreters began converting not
only his words but his mood into words that their dignitaries could understand.
?People of the world. For
years the Iranian people have been placed under the thumbs of the western
cultures of the world. We have been threatened by the existence of the Zionist regime
and we have endured. That will not continue beyond this glorious day.
?As I speak your cities burn.
As I speak your capitals crumble. Allah be praised for all of Islam for we
shall never be your slaves again!?
Around the world men watched
CNN and other satellite stations, waiting for the words that would tell them to
start the explosive sequence. First
The president and several high
level members of Congress watched CNN in stunned silence as nearly half a
billion people simply vanished, as ten million New Yorkers died instantly, as
the world?s commerce and energy pipelines were ravaged and destroyed.
The response was swift. It was
known as operation blanket approach. It took nearly two weeks to put all the
pieces into place. There would be no silly announcements or speeches. It would
simply be done. Simply put, it would be genocide. The president ordered a full
scale nuclear strike against every population center in
Fighting continues for several
years while the world suffered. As strange as it may sound the energy crisis
that one would have expected to develop never did. After the purge of
Yet terrorism did invade the
By the end of 2012 the world
had recovered in one form or another enough to function. However the
People began to immigrate to
the
As more and more people moved
from the ravaged US to
This and other changes were
looked on with disfavor by the European communities. Americans were controlling
the town councils. Americans were teaching in their schools. Americans were
running their lives. There had to be a way to either send them home or at least
get them out of their hair.
Nowhere was the resentment as
great as in the
Borders blurred as Americans
removed border crossings, turning
One of note was Horwathia, a province approximately two hundred miles
square. Its population, mostly of Hungarian and Yugoslavian ancestry, numbered
fifteen million. When the Americans moved in that population doubled.
The government would have
ceded to the ECS if it were not for the efforts of Adolfo Horwath,
The Grand Duke of Horwathia. Having led the revolt
that allowed his country to split from the masses he used his political
connections to keep his country free of the yoke of the ECS.
As a generation passed there
grew a movement within certain circles to kick out the invaders. They feared
that Americans would corrupt their cherished bloodlines, their heritage.
Adolfo?s successor, Sigmund Horwath was very much in
favor of some sort of plan to purge the vermin from their land. However, a
certain Horwathian gentleman who had spent much time
in
Arnold Meyer offered a
solution that was both ingenious and devious. The population would be sorted
out into Europeans and Euro-Americans. The government would arrest American
females and retrain them for domestic service or transportation. When he
mentioned transportation to the Prime Minister and described his perceived
ideas to save energy the minister seemed intrigued. The idea of harnessing
beautiful women and making them pull carriages was interesting.
The Prime Minister noted a
problem. ?There are too many women for this to depopulate the Americans. What
else can you think of?? he asked.
?I already have it worked out.
Pets!? he replied.
?Pets??
?Yes. We turn the remainder
into pets for our populace. We?ll train them for oral sex. It might even be
possible to export them and make a handsome profit from them. We?ll have to
discuss that with the bordering countries. Their population is just as anxious
for a solution to the problem as we are.?
?Then you are my new
architect. You will manage the development of the training facilities. You will
bring in the appropriate people.?
?As you wish, sir.?
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Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...
Lesbian“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...
He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...
It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...
Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...
Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...
There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had...
Clothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.] Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...
“I don't like it” Ian muttered before taking a sip of his jet black coffee. “Don't like what?” Marco asked in between bites of his reheated chicken parmesan. The two sat in one of Athena Corp's many cafeterias. They were chatting over lunch, as they did most days. The talk of fellow co-workers buzzed around them. It was a cacophony of commiseration over the many drastic changes to the corporate hierarchy in recent weeks. “What do you think I'm talking about?!? The shakeup! The layoffs....
Once a upon a time, a long long time ago yesterday in fact. Today I began my plan to catch the elusive one. The one who rescues clothespins from clotheslines. The plan was a simple one to string up 7 clotheslines facing the wind knowing that if she was near that she might hear the cries of the clothespins. Now that the 7 lines were up I just had to wait and hope the wind would do it's job and carry the cries of the clothespins. This quest started years ago when I first put a clothespin on my...