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The last eight years have been mostly peaceful. Shortly after we annexed Flanders and Holland to Normandy, the Duchies of Brabant, Luxemburg, and Brittany sought permission to join what has become known as The Kings’ Council, even though many of the participants are now Counts and Dukes. Upon receiving unanimous permission to join, Brabant and Luxemburg immediately withdrew from the Holy Roman Empire or “The Empire” as they preferred. There were threats by the Empire of trade embargos against the two Duchies, but they were sure the trading partnership with the Kings’ Council members would be the better one if forced to choose. It never came to that.
Several months later, Burgundy shocked the Empire as first the County and then the Duchy of Burgundy received permission to join the Council and withdrew from the Empire, causing a huge uproar from the remainder of the Empire. The Pope sent a personal envoy to each member of The Kings’ Council complaining that I held too much power, suggesting that I was trying to form an empire to rival the Holy Roman Empire. The Pope’s envoy couldn’t understand why every one of the members burst into laughter at the suggestion.
Two months after that, another Papal envoy attended The Kings’ Council, producing a document signed by the Pope himself demanding that I lead a Crusade to the Holy Land in the name of the Church to disprove allegations that I was a heretic practicing the dark arts. If I succeeded, he promised me the Crown of the Holy Roman Empire. With everyone else in the room laughing hysterically, I refused. “I have never attacked anyone who did not first attack either me or an ally and have no intention of starting now. Besides, I have no desire to ever wear a crown and pray every night that my King lives a long and healthy life so that I don’t have to wear his crown for even a day,” I explained angrily.
“Then the Pope will have no choice but to issue a decree that you are to be brought to Rome by whatever means necessary to be tried as a heretic,” he threatened sternly.
“Then you may consider us at war. My troops will invade and level Rome, killing the Pope and every priest, bishop, and cardinal we can find before laying waste to what remains of the Empire until nothing is left but smoldering ruins and dead bodies,” I countered furiously.
“Call every man in Lancaster, York, and Normandy to arms immediately. I want an army of 250,000 men ready to march on Rome in a week,” I ordered the guards at the door.
“I can add 100,000 men,” King Eric interjected.
“I’ll have another 200,000 men ready,” King Edward added. The rest of them pledged another 500,000 men while the envoy continued to get paler and paler.
“I will tell the Pope that such an action is not advisable,” the envoy promised nervously, heading rapidly for the door and hoping to escape.
“Change those orders,” I told the confused guard. “I want every one of my nobles notified to be ready to arm every man at their disposal and to have them ready immediately if called upon,” I said before the door closed.
“And have Ru ready everything he possibly can,” I added to a different page after the door closed.
The poor envoy must have personally helped row his ship back to Rome because it was barely four weeks later that another messenger arrived, promising that the Pope would not be issuing any such decrees and that the previous messenger had made the threat on his own, without permission. I knew better than that. No envoy would dare make such an extemporaneous threat in the name of the Pope, and I still had the signed proclamation in my possession, complete with a Papal seal.
I’m glad that we kept the archbishop’s gaudy carriage. We keep it near the harbor, ready to use at a moment’s notice and have built three others that are very similar. When visiting nobles arrive via ship, they usually prefer to ride a horse to the castle from the docks, but the Queens, Duchesses, and other noblewomen accompanying them frequently enjoy the ride in the carriage. Some of the noblewomen, however, have shocked their subjects and have taken up riding a horse alongside their husbands--a little something they apparently picked up from my wives.
Unofficially referred to simply as “Rouen” or “GRTC” and officially as Grand Rouen Trading Company, we are now the most influential trading force in Europe and the Mediterranean. The port of Ronne on Bornholm is now the most visited and most influential in the Baltic. We extended the breakwater well offshore to accommodate the increasing number of ships buying and selling trade goods there, and continue to expand the port and facilities. The port is currently four times the size it was when Bornholm became part of Normandy. The town is five times the size it was then, and every major trading company has at least one warehouse there; most have more. When weather permits, they are digging a new basin in the harbor and dredging the shallower sections to make them deep enough for more ships.
Even though it is still under construction, as is Rouen, New Aragon has quickly become the most important Atlantic port in Europe, serving as a transfer point from the bigger ocean-going vessels to smaller ones designed to navigate the Seine to Rouen and Paris. The original shipbuilding facility planned for New Aragon was inadequate even before it was finished. A second has been finished and a third is nearly complete. A fourth is well underway, with each successive facility larger than the previous.
Their fishing fleet has grown even faster than the city. Taking a cue from Rouen, New Aragon is including icehouses as they build up the city. Their icehouses are underground near the port facilities as well as beneath a considerable portion of the commercial district of the city. From the time the first ice forms in the winter until the spring thaw, farmers inland with no other way to earn a living during the winter cut blocks of ice to sell, filling the massive vaults of the icehouses. Boats delivering fish and other goods upriver in the winter return from Rouen, any extra space filled with blocks of ice. During the coldest months, dozens of cargo wagons full of ice arrive daily from nearby towns and villages. Once the weather warms up, fishing ships take some of the ice with them to keep their catch fresh, but most of the ice is used by larger ships taking part of their catch to distant ports.
Rouen has become the political, cultural, and trade center of Europe. The actual city of Rouen has grown much larger than even my original optimistic plan. The entire oxbow across the river, now fully enclosed by dikes, is planted in orchards, grains, and other crops to feed the burgeoning population of the city, as well as to sell. On his many trips to the Arab world and beyond, Baha keeps his eyes open for foods new to us. He has brought back seeds and cuttings for dozens of varieties of fruits and vegetables. Many won’t grow here, but many more do. Besides the miles of apple and pear orchards, we are planting thousands of acres of peach, apricot, plum, and cherry trees Baha brought from Persia and other places. Nearly every one of his trips includes at least one new variety of fruit, vegetable, grain, or herb--as well as different domesticated animals. He’s brought slaves from all over the area knowledgeable in herbs, bringing seeds and samples of the herbs with them. I was thankful that he decided against bringing an elephant from India as one of the many new domestic animals he’s brought back.
While rice does not grow as well here as in other places, we still have a sizeable rice harvest every year to accommodate our rapidly growing Chinese and Hindu populations. Exotic vegetables of every shape and color dot the landscape and are picked and shipped along with our fruit harvest to other ports in Europe.
Proving my initial concern unfounded, Baha has proven himself repeatedly, returning with tons of Indian Wootz steel on his first trade expedition. I was surprised when the first shipment arrived only two months after he departed. The message he sent with it explained that he was able to purchase a large quantity in Damascus before proceeding to India. He also sent back two slaves he’d purchased who knew how to make Damascus steel and forge blades with it.
I’d mistakenly thought that his trip would take more than a year each way via horse, having no idea that the Chinese had regular sea routes all the way to Ethiopia and every major port between the two. The Arabs sailed from Indian ports to the east coast of Africa. Baha went (by horse and by boat) from Damascus to Cairo, then overland to the Red Sea where he caught a ship to Madras, India. After buying all the Wootz steel available in the port, he traveled across southern India on horseback buying all the Wootz steel ingots he could get his hands on, and contracting for even more.
Realizing that I’d given him far more money than he would need, he also bought a number of other things he was sure we’d enjoy, knowing that they would be easy to sell at a substantial profit if I didn’t want them. He bought pepper, cinnamon, nutmeg, rice, sweet salt (sugar), silk in many different colors, and ivory, along with nearly two hundred different books, although the books were in Hindu. Most importantly, he picked up a dozen Indian master sword makers, all experienced at working with the Wootz steel.
With food scarce in India due to a protracted famine, the chance to save their families drove the men to agree to leave their current homes for a distant country, the promise of a better life, and new homes. Word of our prosperity, fairness of our laws, and openness to different cultures and religions had spread everywhere Baha and Pease visited, and helped many of those families decide to join us. With more than fifty swordmakers to choose from, he chose only the very best. Mindful that the Chinese had needed interpreters, he found four men who could act as interpreters from Hindu to Arabic who were willing to relocate with their families to Rouen. They would also be able to translate the books he bought into Arabic so they could be further translated from Arabic to English. He brought back more silk thread than I’d ever seen in one place before, easily enough to last us two or three years.
When he got back to Egypt, he added bolts of material made from Egyptian cotton, more ivory, seeds for a sweet melon, and several other new fruits and vegetables for us to try to grow here. He also found over three hundred books and manuscripts in Arabic to add to our growing book collection and another six men who could interpret from Arabic to English to act as interpreters or to translate the books into English.
Almost exactly six months from the day he left, Baha returned. Nervous about my reaction to his extemporaneous purchases, he came directly to the castle to find me and to explain. His purchases and the people he brought back excited me and I made him my official purchasing agent for the Arab world and beyond. Pease was excited to have a contact who could deal directly with Persia and India, rather than having to deal through intermediaries who always raised the price.
Since then, our quickly growing number of swordsmiths made Damascus steel swords and knives for the Demons. When those were done, production began in earnest on swords for the Iberian cavalry. We brought blacksmiths from all over to help, and assigned more than two hundred boys from among the Holland slaves to begin an apprenticeship with the blacksmiths. A couple of blacksmiths who were master craftsmen made special hilts for a large number of the swords, many specially engraved with the coat of arms of The Kings’ Council member they were meant for, and bearing seven small gemstones to represent the original seven Kings who founded the Council. The extra, hilts that weren’t yet engraved were kept in readiness in case anyone else joined the Council.
I also agreed to Baha’s proposal to start a University, one that has grown rapidly in the ensuing years and is quickly becoming the most prestigious University in Europe and beyond. We currently have seventeen princes and princesses attending as well as over a hundred sons and daughters of Earls, Counts, and Dukes. What they pay each year for board and instruction helps offset most of the University’s operating cost. The rest is covered by the churches in Rouen. Part of the responsibility of the churches is to see to the welfare of widows and orphans. Since there are practically no orphans or widows, they have quite an excess cash flow each year and have opened schools, two large hospitals, and they jointly oversee the operation of the University even though it is largely secular.
In the meantime, Ru and Rolt have been busy. They tried grenades made in small iron pots since we don’t have the bamboo they use in China--although we have planted an area with bamboo Baha brought back. Both men laughed when the lid from one of those pots was blasted high into the air and not found for days. That started them thinking about replacing the bamboo tubes the Chinese used with iron ones.
It took the better part of a year of experimentation before they found a design they were happy with and another year before they felt it was ready to use. Once they thoroughly tested and were satisfied with their cannon, they made one from Damascus steel. Then the cannon was twice tempered. The first time it was heated and dropped into water to cool. That made the steel strong, but brittle. The second tempering was atop a specially made, thick steel plate that graced the foundry, and the cannon was cooled slowly. That made the cannon retain its hardness, but not the brittleness.
After a few more months of testing and trying to find ways to make the cannon more accurate, Ru suggested pre-measuring the powder for each shot and wrapping it in the coarse paper. We had begun making both coarse and fine white paper from the bark of the paper mulberry trees now covering several slopes near Ru’s gunpowder works, as well as several other places. With the amount of powder carefully pre-measured and with the paper acting as wadding, the shot traveled farther and the aim was much more accurate.
In addition to round iron balls, they use a wide range of smaller projectiles including gravel and the small, jagged chunks of slag left from smelting ore. Eventually, they began wrapping those in paper, too, to keep the weight of each round consistent. It also made loading the cannon faster and easier, and the small pieces didn’t fall out of the cannon mouth if it was angled down slightly, as it would be to fire from a rise down onto approaching troops.
Finally, they made a sturdy sled for the cannon designed to be pulled behind a horse across snow and mud--and sand we eventually discovered. Sturdy wheels could be added to the sled to use on roads. Once they were satisfied, they began making dozens of cannons. We again remodeled the walls around the inner city with square towers added along the inside of the walls to provide a large enough space to put a cannon, powder, and ammunition. More powder and ammunition were stored inside the lower part of the tower, raised up to the firing platform in a small hoist operated by men using a rope and pulley.
News of my refusal to lead a Crusade and of the Pope’s attempted threat (he continues to deny it vehemently) spread through town. From there, it spread to the rest of Europe. I got an idea of how far it had spread when Baha asked about it after getting back from another purchasing expedition. Evidently, Al-Nasr Muhammad, the Mameluk Sultan in Egypt, heard about it and sent for Baha asking him to explain. I reiterated the conversation to Baha, explaining that the Pope was upset about his Empire slowly falling apart and joining The Kings’ Council.
Even Baha laughed knowingly when I told him they offered me the Crown of the Holy Roman Empire. He left a few days later (I think he was still laughing) on his next excursion, stopping first in Cairo to see the Sultan and explain the details of my refusal before continuing on his way to meet the captain of a Chinese ship. The captain wanted to get his family out of China ahead of the continuing Mongol advance and heard about Baha taking several groups of Chinese expatriates to safety. When Baha agreed to take his family to this new country, the captain left to collect his relatives. Baha asked him to bring seeds for every unique herb, fruit, and vegetable they could get seeds for, and to see if they could entice a Chinese herbalist, and a swordmaker from Japan to join them.
Knowing the man to be honest, Baha gave him about £6,000 worth of silver, since silver was the preferred currency in the Orient. Evidently, the captain would have to buy a swordmaker and his family from his contact in Japan. Baha continued to send back a steady stream of Hindu refugees, as families across India sold daughters and sons so they could afford food for the rest of the family, or increasingly, even indentured their entire family for the trip to a land promising plenty to eat and plenty of work for everyone. Our entire grain surplus was ending up in Kakatiya (the southern two-thirds of modern India), and the price we got there was more than double what we got anywhere in Europe or the Mediterranean. Baha used the profits to buy more Wootz steel, silk, spices, mahogany, ivory, and other valuable trade items.
Considering how much money we made when Pease sold Baha’s purchases to the rest of Europe, I considered his giving the money to the Chinese Captain, Xun to be well worth the gamble if he could get one of the sword makers.
Grand Rouen Trading Company was quickly gaining a reputation for the quantity and quality of goods we sold. Dishonesty and deception were not tolerated in our ports. Anyone found to be dishonest was fined or forced to be a slave for a year for the first offense and permanently barred from our ports for the second--after being fined and forced to spend two years as a slave. Baha and Pease had agents in each of our major ports and in every major foreign port to take requests from customers for the goods they wanted to buy. Those requests would be forwarded to the port most likely to have the items. Frequently Baha would send twenty or more fully loaded ships back to our ports on his return from one of his trips.
Pirates now avoided our ships. Since losing our first ship to pirates, each of our ships carries five archers, easily enough to protect the ship from raiders. In addition, we found and destroyed the particular haven of the pirates who had taken our ship, salvaging four additional ships and their cargo. Any time there are complaints of pirates in a specific area, we send our troops on a cargo ship under another country’s flag inviting an attack. When they attack, we then raid that pirate’s haven. We have gained dozens of ships and made hundreds of pirates our slaves that way and overall reports of piracy have diminished markedly.
On one especially memorable trip home, Baha returned with quite a surprise. Now aware of me standing up to the Pope, and in an effort to solidify relations between us, Al-Nasir Muhammad, the Sultan of Egypt, sent his nephew Anuk, hoping that we would allow him to attend the University here. Baha introduced Anuk, explaining that Anuk understood our culture was different (especially the way our women were treated) and hoped to learn more about us and about our culture in addition to what he learned at the University.
To sweeten the deal, Sultan Al-Nasr Muhammad sent a gift of a beautifully jeweled Moor sword, ten beautiful female slaves, twenty-five male slaves, and a ship full of cotton cloth in addition to the standard cost of tuition and boarding. Having only recently discovered cotton, it has quickly become my favorite cloth and I had begun outfitting my soldiers with cotton uniforms, as they were so much more comfortable than wool or linen.
I graciously thanked Anuk for the gifts from his uncle and told him he was welcome to attend the University. When he and Baha left, I was left staring at the rest of my gift. Aside from the fact that the women were stunningly beautiful and nearly naked, they were all as tall as or taller than I was and were all black. I’d heard of the black people from lower Africa, but had never seen one before. I sent for Antoinette or Gisela to translate and told the messenger that the rest of my wives might want to come see the gift the Sultan sent me. I also sent for food and beverages for the thirty-five slaves, not sure when they last had a chance to eat.
A short time later, my excited wives burst into the hall, wanting to see the women and men the Sultan had sent me. While Gisela welcomed them, my wives sized up the newcomers. The men had all worked in the Sultan’s Palace for a few years, but the women had just been purchased from a slave trader days before being sent here. The slaves ate and drank nervously, not accustomed to eating in the presence of the Sultan, especially when he wasn’t eating. Isabella reassured them that they were fine, that I was not nearly as demanding as the previous Sultan was, and was a lot more forgiving.
Gisela pointed out to me that if the Sultan found out that I wasn’t enjoying the company of the women he sent me, he might be insulted. I think she was kidding, but my wives hurried the women off as soon as they were done eating and they joined us in the bedroom as concubines that night. It took me nearly a week to work my way through all ten while also tending to my wives.
The women the Sultan sent enjoyed themselves immensely the next time The Kings’ Council met, purposely lying around the Great Hall on large pillows in shockingly enticing clothing. The Kings each insisted on a chance to sit on my “throne” for a few moments to enjoy the view.
Henna Neale has blossomed in spite of what her husband did to her. Despite repeated offers on my part, she is still not one of my wives--although she spends most nights in our bed. Some of those nights, she simply watches from the edge of the bed. Some nights she changes her mind and joins the festivities. Other nights she makes her presence known from the start and is an active participant all night.
Every one of my wives has spoken with her privately and each has received the same answer I did when I asked why she wouldn’t marry me. She simply explains that she has never been happier in her life, and being known as one of my wives wouldn’t necessarily make her any happier.
Still, I warned her that I would ask her again every year on her birthday. To date I have always received the same answer, but I think she’s weakening. A few months ago, she finally stopped correcting everyone who mistakenly call her “Duchess.”
She has at least a hundred people working for her, mostly slaves or concubines. She controls the flow of money and valuables into and out of our treasury. On any day, she can immediately tell me, within reason, the value of the gold, silver, jewels, and other expensive commodities we have in the treasury.
We were surprised and worried when Sebastian didn’t show up until two days after this year’s Kings’ Council was scheduled to begin. We learned that he had been awaiting word from several merchants who traded regularly with the Marinids directly across the Mediterranean from them. He received word that the Marinids were beginning to gather and transport troops for an incursion into Castile. Since the province of Granada--wedged between Castile and Aragon--was still under Marinid jurisdiction, it wasn’t surprising that they intended to take their troops into the Marinid port at Malaga and then regroup at Granada before attacking. Evidently, their Sultan had mistaken my refusal to lead a Crusade to the Holy Land as a sign that I had lost my nerve and Sebastian still wasn’t strong enough militarily to defeat them on his own.
The guard at the door was dispatched immediately to let my captains know I wanted 10,000 archers, 5,000 Iberian cavalry, and 5,000 sword infantry ready to depart in two days and another 20,000 archers, 10,000 cavalry, 20,000 crossbow infantry, and 20,000 sword infantry in a week. In addition, I wanted several of our new cannons taken along, and all available ships here and at New Aragon held for transport. I ordered several smaller ships sent to all nearby ocean ports asking all available ships to dock at New Aragon or Rouen. I also sent for Baha and Anuk, as well as the man responsible for keeping track of the thousands of books, maps, and documents we now had in our University library. I wanted detailed maps of Castile, Granada, and North Africa right away.
While we waited, I explained to The Kings’ Council what I planned to do. King Edward still wasn’t convinced that our “noisy toys” would have much effect, but wanted to go along to see for himself. Everyone else volunteered troops, but I was sure our 90,000 troops should be enough. I promised to ask immediately if it looked like we would need help and they planned to have troops ready to leave immediately. I knew Sebastian would provide his own troops.
The Kings were stunned when I introduced them to Anuk. “Does the Pope know he’s here?” King Eric chuckled.
Anuk and Baha both assured me that the Mameluks had nothing to do with the Marinid plan to attack. Their only contact with the Marinids was trading with them. Between the two, they located on the map the major Marinid ports and cities, including the new capital of Fes, as well as approximating where the main trading roads were. Baha sketched rough diagrams of the two main ports, as well as Marrakech and Fes. Two thirds of the Marinid troops would be light cavalry like our Iberian cavalry and the rest crossbowmen.
I explained the situation and my plan of attack to my captains, including Captain Wu Cheng. Watching what we’d done with the cannons, he agreed to command the cannon corps, already having considerable experience as a commander of the pyrotechnic troops fighting under him in China.
Captain Rolt and his now five hundred Demons were to leave tonight for Seville, working their way to the point where the roads from Granada to Seville, and Malaga to Granada met. From there, scouts would check both cities for signs of Marinid troops.
The members of the council watched and listened while the group of us planned. They found it an odd sight with three of the five people originally coming from countries other than England, the trading agent being Arabic, and then Anuk the nephew of the Mameluk Sultan. The Council did approve our plans and Rolt was immediately on his way. Everyone else was off to prepare, except Baha and Anuk. Baha suggested that he should inform the Sultan of our intentions lest he misinterpret our military presence in North Africa. Both he and Anuk agreed the Sultan wouldn’t interfere since the Marinids were the aggressor.
After Baha left, Anuk asked permission to fight with us, hoping to prove himself in battle to better the chances of his uncle appointing him as Emir of one of his territories. Reluctantly, I agreed, concerned about the Sultan’s reaction if anything happened to Anuk. Anuk hastily wrote a letter to his uncle explaining that he had asked to go and I was gracious enough to agree. One of the guards took the message to Baha for immediate delivery to the Sultan and Anuk went to find Captain Echeverz to get outfitted as one of the Iberian cavalry, the type of fighting with which he was most familiar.
Actually, the Iberian cavalry weren’t all Iberian anymore. We just used that designation to designate the light cavalry troops armed with the Damascus steel swords and chain mail. Our “inherited” cavalry troops had already switched from the heavy, armored cavalry to the lighter style after realizing how ineffective their peers had been against us.
Two days later, I was definitely surprised to find King Edward with all of his battle gear at the docks ready to go with us. My feeble protest was denied when he gave my wives a signed document decreeing that they were to rule with his wives until Richard was old enough should anything happen to both of us. I quickly sent a page to get the chain mail I had made for Edward since the last meeting of The Kings’ Council. I had planned to hand them out to each Council member this year but forgot about that plan in the excitement. The chain mail was made from Damascus steel and had a cloth coverlet with his coat of arms. Not only was it stronger than the proofed armor King Edward had given me, but it was a little lighter, quite a bonus for me when I had to wear the paper armor over it. I’d given Sebastian his chain mail before he left the first night as he hurried home to continue military preparations.
Now that we were producing large amounts of paper, one of the first things Mei’s relatives did was make a new, custom fit, suit of paper armor for me. The last one was retired prominently in the castle where my wives love to point out the two arrow holes in the back of it to visitors. Somehow, Mei managed to save the two bolts, which are also part of the display.
A week later, our troops were debarking in Seville. The next morning, mounted archers and cavalry headed towards Granada to meet up with Rolt. The infantry accompanied the slower cannons, intending to catch up with us as soon as they could. Sebastian brought another 5,000 cavalry, leaving the bulk of his forces to defend the capital if need be.
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“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...
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The Fappening‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...
Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...
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Fetish Porn SitesAbsinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...
After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...
Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...
kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestThelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...
Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...
Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...
Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
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,...
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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...
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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...