Malan MothersChapter 15
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"Margo Ruiz?", said the voice on her phone.
"Margo Aquino ... no you are right. Margo Ruiz. I no longer regard myself as married to that man."
Thank you for identifying yourself. This is The Personalia. We think it is advisable that you transfer any financial assets to Rehome. Do you have any such assets that we can help you with?"
"I have around a million dollars in US Treasury Bonds, registered in my name. I bought them through a broker five years ago, and I haven't touched them."
"Ah. Excellent. If you gave us authority to act on your behalf, we could deal with that broker and have the bonds sold. The cash realised can be paid into an account in your name in the Bank of Rehome, and it is then available to you to do what you feel is right for you.
"We suggest transferring it to another account without having your name on it, but accessible via fingerprint identification. The main purpose is to prevent the US Government from seizing your assets, which they may try to do when the story of the Malan mothers hits the media."
"How do we go about doing that? Don't I have to sign a form to authorise selling my bonds?"
"We can obtain a digital copy of the form for you to sign, then we can have it delivered to the broker by post. Let us explain our proposal.
"Once the proceeds have arrived at the Bank of Rehome, to an account you will set up using your own name; you then have that cash transferred to another account. This one is solely a numbered account to which only you will have access via fingerprint identification. That makes it as secure as is possible for a human individual.
"Will that be satisfactory for you, Margo?"
"Sounds great. One problem: How do I know that you are The Personalia? This might be a scam."
"A wise precaution, Margo. We suggest you contact the Governor. He can phone The Personalia to confirm that our discussion was indeed by The Personalia. Please do so, before we proceed."
Margo tried dialling The Governor, but had to wait in a queue before she got through to one of the officials. He agreed to put her call through. She explained to the Governor what was needed, apologising for disturbing him.
"Don't worry about that, dear lady. The Personalia always insist on doing things correctly, so stay on the line while I use another phone to contact them."
She waited while this was done. She could hear part of the conversation, but left it to the Governor. He resumed speaking to her.
"I have made that call, dear lady. They tell me that you are Margo Ruiz, married surname Aquino. Is that correct?"
"It is."
"Then you have confirmation that it was indeed The Personalia that spoke with you. They are exceedingly reliable, my dear, and worth listening to. I have just checked your name against our database, and note that you are a newcomer, and in fact a Malan Mother. That makes you very welcome to Rehome Colony. We will do our best to help you settle here. Contact our Administration Department if there is any help needed."
"You have already helped, sir. We were given an account with Lownie Stores, to buy anything we needed for a fortnight. Once I have access to my funds which are still on Earth, I shall repay that bill, sir. My honour requires me to do that."
"Wonderful! I do so like to have honourable people in our population. Thank you for contacting me, Margo. Goodbye for now."
"Goodbye, sir." The line was already dead, she found. He was clearly a busy man, yet he found time to speak to me. Nice guy, she thought to herself.
Esme Limbada heard from Margo about her arrangement with The Personalia, and wondered about her own finances. She remembered she had her bank account details with her, so it was time she visited the Bank of Rehome, and made transfers to a new account here. That went into her "to do" for tomorrow.
She had much of her assets tied up in property in Albany, so she took Diane's suggestion and made an appointment with the small legal section of the Colony.
She was met there by Theodore Tully, who was a lawyer with empathy. He had moved to Rehome to find a more ethical approach to clients than he experienced on Earth.
"Tell me your difficulty, dear lady."
"I own property in Albany, Georgia, USA. Diane Kempe thinks it is at risk of seizure by the government in the near future, so she suggested a trust fund as the titular owner. Is that possible, and is it a good option?"
"I was a lawyer in Canada, so I might have to confirm my assumptions with one of our team who practiced in the USA, but I believe the principle is sound. Perhaps we can ignore Earth's standards this time. The target I assume is to hide your ownership, thus if we set up a trust fund here, under Rehome law, with you as the beneficiary, all the ownership records would be here; not accessible by the US authorities. Our law regarding such matters is much simpler; you can be the beneficiary, rather than your offspring or some other relative. In the USA and Canada, trust funds are aimed at avoiding taxes, but with few taxes here, it can be used simply to hide your ownership of assets.
"What I see happening is that officially you hand over your property to this Trust Fund, and you also set up a bank account in the Bank of Rehome. The Trust can be empowered to pay out regular sums to you over a period stipulated by you; and the Bank acts as your trustee, for a small fee, to ensure that this happens automatically. The cash and property have now vanished from your titular ownership, being now owned by a Trust Fund, and only you and the Bank know who is the beneficiary of the Trust Fund."
"Mr Tully, that sounds like what I need. I am not hiding assets from the Colony, just from the US government."
He nodded sagely, then added, "Of interest to you: this is not an irrevocable trust, so that should you wish to vary the terms of the Trust at a later date, such as adding your children as other beneficiaries, you can do so through agreement with your lawyer and the Bank. Neither will be unreasonable."
Esme remarked, "Let's go for it, Mr Tully. As it is going to be enacted under Rehome law, it is of no interest what USA trust fund law stipulates. Yes, I think I am going to enjoy living here."
Ruth Proctor was similarly concerned with her finances.
Her own million dollars was invested in high-tech shares such as Google, on the US stock market. She had by now been informed of The Personalia's expertise in investing on Earth and elsewhere, so she decided to speak to them. She asked Enid Pfeiffer about this. Enid gave her a phone number to use, and soon Ruth was speaking with The Personalia.
She explained about her share dealings and her current portfolio. She asked what they would recommend in the way of exporting her funds to Rehome.
"Ruth, You have several options: First, you can sell the shares and have the proceeds sent to you at the Bank of Rehome. You may wish to use blind banking to hide your ownership of your assets. Blind banking is currently illegal on Earth due to terrorism or drugs problems, but at present it is legal on Rehome, provided the Bank of Rehome becomes a guarantor of the legal use of the account.
"Option two is to transfer the shares to a Trust Fund, which will be the new owner, but you will stipulate who the Trust pays out to, and in what circumstances. That trust fund may be in the United States or on Rehome, and we would recommend Rehome, for added security.
"Option three is to do a swap with us: your shares for investments on Rehome of similar value. A subset of that option is to sell for cash and then purchase a part share of a Rehome business, such as Rehome Deliveries. That option is only possible if you are a permanent resident. You would have to discuss with the current owners, who are two ladies, what they would be looking for in a new partner. As well as adequate capital, they may value expertise in certain fields."
Ruth was interested. "My expertise lies in security work, tracking down criminal activity, but as part of a team. I expect I would be able to advise the company on ways to prevent fraud and theft."
The Personalia comment was, "Your expertise might be more useful to the Rehome Security Service, as a consultant or adviser."
"I shall consider that as well. Perhaps I could do both."
"Please do whatever seems right for you. We cannot do anything further for you, it seems."
"Oh, sorry. I appreciate the advice you have given me. Thank you."
"You are welcome. Goodbye, Ruth Proctor."
Next morning, Tom Pfeiffer reluctantly set off for his work, leaving his two loves to get to know each other better, from a long-term viewpoint. When he got to his office, he found work piling up, so he set to, keen to get caught up again.
He found his mind drifting back to the story of the Malan mothers, as it was now a woman he loved that was the main focus of the story; not an unknown woman from Earth any longer. How was he to write up the story? He now had four women with strange tales, and an unexpected fifth one on the way.
He decided that the Governor had better be informed of his change in viewpoint. He phoned to speak to him, finding that there was a queue of calls for the Governor. He simply told the Admin staff that his was not urgent, but he would appreciate a word with the Governor at his convenience.
He returned to his normal work of updating the paper. His pattern was to upload a new edition once a day, with special news stories thrown in if the occasion warranted it. What he termed "normal stories" drifted in at any time of day or night. They were mostly about the doings of the local population as individuals, or as business news; sports news; education news, and a regular column or two about what the Colony administration was up to, ; or new laws, regulations, or policies being promulgated.
He was deep in one story when his phone rang. "Rehome News. Tom Pfeiffer here."
"Tom – you wanted to speak to me?" It was the Governor.
"Yes, sir. Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted you to be aware that circumstances have altered my view of how I am going to write the story of the Malan mothers."
"Oh? How?"
"You remember Mrs Jeannette Reagan?"
"The one who arrived first, that you were so keen to write about?"
"That is her, sir. It is a bit embarrassing. I have fallen for her, and Enid is equally smitten by her. We have asked her to marry us, and she has said Yes."
"Tom! I thought you were going to be our prime monogamous couple."
"So did I, sir. Circumstances alter minds somewhat. Anyway, I have to be a bit more careful of what I write about her. Instead of giving her prominence, I will probably write it as a story of the group of ladies, so you will get it the way you originally suggested."
"Thank you for informing me of this news, Tom. I shall look forward to the story when it finally appears. How does the extraction go? Are all the ladies here now?"
"All except one, sir: number five."
"Five? But there are only four Malan children."
"That was what everyone thought, sir, but it seems there was a fifth, kept secret on Earth. I gather that efforts are under way to collect the child, the mother, and the mother's partner."
"Intriguing. That should be interesting to learn more about. That may be a sticking point with Earth, so we should be circumspect in telling the story, Tom; at least until she gets here with the child. You agree?"
Tom grunted, "O.K., I can go with that idea, Enid. Jeannette, you have to collect your certificate of permanent residence if it is ready, and complete the setting up of your business today. Do you want a lift, or do you feel like a walk?" Jeannette checked her watch. "Give me five minutes, Tom, and I'll accept that lift. I will walk home, but I may come back via the shops, Enid. Anything you want me to get for you?" "Yeah. Look for a new bed for Usgar. He is swamped in an adult bed,...
"Esther Price, welcome to the planet and Colony of Rehome. I am Robert Kempe, Governor of this Colony, and you and your daughter – Jenny I think your name is, young lady?" and he smiled down at Jenny, "You and your daughter – and your friend - are the guests of the Colony. Before I take you up to meet some special people, this man has to ask Mummy and Charlie a few questions." He bent down to the level of Jenny and said softly, "Only grown-ups get asked these things, Jenny, and certainly...
"Esther? Diane Kempe. Thank you for your assistance with that little problem on Earth. The Personalia were pleased with your advice. It worked out very well." "Thank you, Mrs Kempe. I was glad to help. It was good to know that my past experience had some value in a positive sense. I hope my old unit can now work more effectively in future." "That, I am sure of, thanks to your advice and The Personalia's actions. It has proved to me that your presence within our organisation can be...
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She turned back to Enid. "Enid, allow me to present Esme Limbada, moneylender to the masses at Albany, Georgia. Esme, this is Enid Pfeiffer, wife of our Colony newspaper editor, Tom. Tom and Enid have been instrumental in this affair." "Come in, Esme. Come in and meet Jeannette and Margo. We are having a girls giggle session at the moment." She dragged Esme into the front room, where two more ladies had stood up to welcome her. "Girls, This is another of the same: Esme Limbada. Esme,...
"Freda, what is your husband doing with this girl? Is he intending to marry her?" "Eh? How would I know? I haven't spoken with him. I don't really want to know what he is up to with her." "Oh. I see. It was just that ... if he actually wanted to marry her, he would have to get your approval, wouldn't he?" "My approval? Don't be daft, Margo! Why would I consent to that? I haven't even divorced him yet." "Divorce? How do you mean, Freda?" "Well, I haven't got around to...
"I don't remember ever doing a stock check, Brenda. It has always been controlled by software, I am sure. Perhaps a physical stock check ought to be a priority for now?" Ruth gestured at her phone. "I have a list of all the items found in Metro Discounts which we suspect came from your business. In addition, I have a list of these same identifiers which we have traced to manufacturers on Earth. That data says they were all purchased by Lownie Stores, which is why we are so sure about...
Enid expounded, "No, you misunderstand. Mother Narech is a mechanoid, built by the Personalia to look and act as a Malan mother, to give the babies instruction in a nurturing environment as close to the Malan norm as possible. If you imagine a robot made to look like a person, that is Mother Narech. She is semi-autonomous; connected all the time to The Personalia, but able to act independently. She is a lovely person, I am told, so don't think "robot", think "person". "The children...
"Good grief, girl, no. You surely have heard about foreplay? Stand up and show yourself, still in bra and panties, and invite him to come and kiss you, to fondle you, to run his hands all over your body, and then let him take off your undies. Make it a pleasure for him; a few soft gasps of pleasure from you, real or simulated, would also help, my dear. Allow him to run his hands over your breasts, and your pussy – I assume you bathed this morning – and let him excite your clit with his...
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"You ran your own business? I had the impression you worked for a bank on Earth!" "Not quite. I saved most of my pay during enlistment, so I had a basis for starting a business operation. I set myself up as a money-lender at reasonable rates, to be a benefit to the community I came from. I undercut all the commercial competition and became the lender of choice for practically everyone in the area. Once I could afford to branch out, I helped people to set up their own local businesses, and...
"We are The Personalia. We are contacting the mothers of Malan children. You gave birth to one about five years ago. We are offering to bring you to meet your child, in Rehome colony. The child would be interested to meet you." "Malan?" "Yes. The alien child you carried and birthed, but never saw." "How do you know about that? I never knew anything about my child." "We have access to much information; more than you might expect. There are records naming you as one of the mothers....
"That is so, Governor. Oh, I should mention that I have discussed my forthcoming marriage with the London University Vice-Chancellor by phone, and he understands that I could not commute to my job from another planet. He has accepted my resignation, and has waived the mandatory period of notice. I have to admit that I failed to mention to him that I have a new job lined up in the Colony. I thought that would be to much of a shock." "That was thoughtful, of you, Pro ... I mean, Jane. I...
Jeannette replied, "It is a compliment, actually, to find that someone thinks of me as a desirable woman. It doesn't happen often." Enid added, "Anyway, dear, you have my permission to ogle her. I get plenty of ogling from you, so she deserves a little attention. She is a nice woman." Tom was gobsmacked. Permission to admire another woman? This was unheard of. He wondered. "Enid, are you pregnant again?" "Why, Tom, how nice of you to notice! Yes, I am. How did you know?" "When...
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The professor wanted to see the fish market and meet some fishermen, so Tom got permission from his boss – his wife - to escort her there and make the introductions. The market was simply an area next to the harbour, with a few stalls erected to protect the catches from the sunshine – on the days when it was sunny. Otherwise it was to shelter the fish from the drying winds from onshore. Tom explained that you had to time your visit correctly. If you arrived just as the fisherman came...
Esme rounded on her. "Marjory, girl, you have just GOT to tell us what that was all about! It sounded so weird, what you were saying, that we must know what the other end was. It sounded like your fella was on his knees!" Marjory started to tell her sad tale, about falling for her Derek, and making love with him, in the expectation that he was the love of her life and they would get married eventually. She had had a series of shocks. It was a shock to discover how unyielding her parents...
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The US Army's Criminal Investigation Department was visited by a couple of sharp-suited gentlemen with official ID cards stating them as FBI agents. The Department staff, already prepared for any enquiries, let them in. "What can we do for the FBI, gentleman?" "We are looking for a Ruth Proctor. She appears to work for your department, though other records claim she was discharged from the army some time ago." The front man knew his task well. "Who did you say? Ruth...
He waited, then listened to a reply. "Right. Thank you. Please note that he is about to be arrested, so we don not want him leaving." He closed the call. "Thanks, Ruth, for reminding me. He will not be able to leave now. Now we just hav e to pick him up. Where will he be?" "This time of day? Probably heading out for his evening meal, either at home or in a restaurant. Do we know if he is married?" "The data we got for him does not mention any spouse, so presumably not," replied...
Fearn, if you would dispense the tea, and I pour the coffee, Nargo can assist with the milk jug. Right, girls?" Fearn and Nargo did a 'high five' and proceeded with their tasks, while the adults admired their dedication to these duties. As soon as the drinks were poured, Esme sent Nargo and Fearn to bring in the plates of scones, pancakes, and decorated cupcakes. Esme explained to her guests that while she had baked the scones last night, Fearn had done most of the pancakes and cupcakes...
"Good." Tom was emphatic about that. "We can talk with Enid before anything happens. She is my wife, and must have a full input into any such arrangement. Agreed?" She looked up with a small smile. "Agreed. I greatly admire Enid." They returned to Tom's office, where he had work to get dealt with. Jeannette thought she could work on her planning for the book publishing venture in his office. Tom's work would not distract her. Once she got absorbed in composing a document, she was...
"I expect you are correct. So that if the story appeared in your paper, that would be acceptable to the authorities here?" "Unfortunately, not so, lady. You would still be bound by the agreement you signed, as long as you remain within their boundaries." "Even though the events happened in the USA?" "I would expect that to be the case, Mrs Reagan. Anywhere on Earth, you are liable to be facing these restrictions. Most governments have reciprocal agreements over many similar matters....
He gave in to nature. "If you want, Jeannette." He moved his hands on to her body, moving them to her breasts above him, as she had lifted herself to facilitate her movement. She started grinding against him, putting pressure on her clitoris as she moved back and forth against him. Tom did his best to not seem too enthusiastic, but his body insisted in participating in the natural movement of a man and woman. He found himself grunting as he jerked up to speed up his plunging into...
"Indeed so, Margo. They are more reliable than any human I have met. They have a rigid sense of propriety, and stick to it. You may not realise it, but they are into big business on Earth, and are worth a fortune. For example, they run an audit service for most of the big companies, and are great at the job." Margo was suddenly interrupted by a store employee. "Pardon, ma'am, but you are causing a slight obstruction to other shoppers. Would you mind moving, please?" "Oh, sorry. I'll...
"Very well. You have a visitor visa for one month, renewable with a sponsor. Settler status merits permanent residence and a land grant." "Thank you." "You are welcome, ma'am." The man now turned to Tom with a smile of recognition. "Hi, Tom. Are you her escort?" "I am, Fred, for my sins. These two girls are her daughters: Anita is this one, and the baby is Carina." "Duly noted. Please escort them off the beach, Tom." "Come along, Margo. Hopefully someone is here to meet...
Margo looked up from encouraging Anita to feed herself. "Sure. Fine by me." Jeannette looked over from the sink, where she was washing breakfast dishes. "Visitors? Same ones as before?" "Yes. I think it could be interesting. You WILL stay for that, won't you, Jeannette?" Jeannette notice the tone, and replied. "Certainly. I shall be here. I can go to the bank afterwards." Margo looked up, keenness in her gaze. "The bank? Can I go with you, Jeannette? I have to arrange a change...
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"Yes, I reckon I did say that." "You were quite correct in your analysis. The software did not have The Personalia identified as allies, so that the terms "alien" and "Personalia" set off the alarms. I have ordered a software upgrade, not just on this base, but everywhere that the same software is in use. Thank you again for your help with this, Colonel. Your restriction is of course immediately lifted." "Thank you, sir. I am most grateful for your quick attention to the...
He got back to Ian and told him what he had found. They decided that Dearden should be interviewed, smartish. They asked colleagues at Coventry to start with a preliminary interview, if he could be found at the university. He was located there, so the local police went and pulled him out of his class, and invited him, with some pressure, to the station for a recorded interview. He looked more puzzled than worried, at the start, but they refused to speak to him about possible accusations...
"I see. Then you should try Trevor Defreitas, CEO of Rehome Deliveries. He has recently become chairman of the Circle, so should know what's what, and where the bodies are buried." Taking that on board, Esme phoned Rehome Deliveries and asked for him, as Chair of Metropolis Business Circle. He was soon on the line. "What can we of the Business Circle do for you, Ma'am?" She said carefully, "We of the Bank of Rehome are considering a loan request from Mr Thomas Carson, a local...
"Miss Proctor, may I call you Ruth? I was under the apprehension that your talent lay in undercover situations. Your attire does not give that impression to me. Have you any explanation?" Ruth looked surprised. "Sorry, Madam. I was given to believe that this was a business meeting, to discuss a new task. I dressed accordingly. When it comes to my work, I will dress appropriately for that environment." "Ah. That is all right, then. I unfortunately assumed that this was your normal mode...
"Please explain what you mean by that, Esther." "If you can cause problems for his family members – brothers, cousins, parents, children, that will certainly impact on his effectiveness with his criminal activities. For example, if his children were being accused of unacceptable activities at school, they might be threatened with expulsion. He would be under pressure then. If a brother or sister was accused of stealing from their church funds, that would be effective. If any of his family...
"You may be right about us humans, but The Personalia have blossomed too. They have become more involved with Earth as time has gone on. They have adapted to capitalism with a vengeance. They own a number of business on Earth, and have almost entirely monopolised the audit sector of business: numbers are their forte, you see, and they have established a reputation for probity. I have heard rumours of them pursuing criminals and removing their stolen assets: much more effective than jailing...
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Attaché Attack The attaché case swung as he walked to the hotel entrance on that Autumn day. One of those revolving doors, which, if you weren’t careful, meant you could end up entering, doing a full 360 and ending up where you started-on the outside, looking stupid. ‘Whoever thought of these bloody things should have been shot,’ he muttered under his breath. In his early sixties and working for a big pharmaceutical company, which meant a lot of driving and staying in different hotels, around...
“Beautifully done,” Tret commented to Dalloch as they watched the Melanoqi attack begin. “That it was, sir. I doubt this fleet could do it better.” “Yes, they’ve come a long way since the Raffagee War,” Tret nodded. “Now to business. Advance on the harvesting fleet, weapons free.” Dodging and weaving, the 4th Fleet swiftly shook itself out into formation and drove directly for the harvesting fleet, taking advantage of the confusion caused by the Melanoqi charge into the rear of the second...
Author’s note: It’s been a while since I posted a story, so I hope this gets the ball rolling again. This chapter sets up the story, but there’s also some sex at the end of the chapter. Thanks for reading, sk11. * Tom walked into the classroom and immediately froze in his tracks. All around him, students were quietly seated at their desks, each of them with a stack of papers face down in front of them. As he hurried to find an empty seat, Tom struggled to remain calm, obviously unprepared...
That Friday (Sept. 26, when I returned from my business trip on the other side of the country) will always be a special date for me. Maybe even more special than family birthdays. Because it was my first of many times riding the sexiest man I’ve ever known. I didn’t think about it that day, but maybe it seems strange to some reading this, that the first – and only – thought on my return from a cross-country business trip was to return home, not to the arms of my husband (whose arms hadn’t held...
Love StoriesNever Gonna Let You Go From the logbook of Corporal Joseph Miller: I found my logbook today, and I have a moment, so I will write what I can, before SHE comes back. Might as well talk about who I am first, and how I got into this mess, even if its just so I dont lose what little bit of my mind I have left. My name is Joseph Miller, and I am a soldier. I got teased about my name in Basic Training, got called G.I. Joe, the whole thing, but eventually I showed them I belonged, and...
As they all relaxed and talked, David raised a point that had been bothering him. "Have you ever tried using your powers on yourself?" "A little. I can change my skin tone, and somewhat change my features." She demonstrated, taking on her Afam persona. After giving them a good look, she changed back. "Impressive." David acknowledged. "But what about something more substantial?" "Substantial?" "A fundamental change, like giving yourself more power or something." "I don't...
I stood by and watched as “Big Jack” raped her virginity away and then the gang trained her to be a whore. She was only 10 and a runaway. I hated her. She was my replacement and I hated her.. She slept with me and wanted me to hug her but I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. She tried to please me by licking my cunt like Jack told her to do and even though I came I still would not hug her. Jack took her to work and spent hours with her. I was sent to service “normal” guys who wanted to fuck...
Last year, being thirteen-year-olds meant we danced on Tuesday, but this year (2013) since we both will be tuning 14 in late July, we’re probably moving to Thursday nights. However, we got a letter from Jimmy with the upcoming Cotillion schedule. Things have changed considerably; Monday is now 17/18-year-olds, Tuesday 13/14-year-olds, Wednesday 11/12-year-olds, Thursday 15/16-year-olds, Friday is the 9/10-year-olds, and Saturday at ten am, will be the 7/8-year-olds. This was explained by an...
It's funny. Not funny "Ha Ha", but funny "strange" how little things happen in life from time to time, to give you a sense of the Supernatural, of Destiny, even a sense of a big hand guiding your body through the twists and turns of life. A hand that's locked in step with your soul, leading you to a predetermined conclusion. That conclusion, or destination if you prefer, being death. The End. Your movie is over. Roll the credits. All the while, the theme from "The Twilight Zone"...
Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story. Pyrriah – Rathay Desert “Nephi?” I asked as I rode on my camel out across the salt flats before the sphinx’s cave. “Yes, Mistress Pyrriah?” the sphinx asked. She...
"All right, round 'em up and move 'em out!" Sergeant Mike Murphy called out to the blue clad phalanx under his command. "You got it, Sarge." Officer Herrity replied. Both men grinned as their fellow officers led a parade of women across the open courtyard to where a large blue bus waited. Despite the cool early morning air, few of the women wore much in the way of clothing. Tank tops and shorts seemed to be the order of the day. The uniform of their profession you might say. "God, I...
I had just finished cutting the grass as Gina jogged by. I saw her slow down to a walk and wave. I smiled and gestured for her to come over. She slowly sauntered up the driveway, taking in the sight of my sweating body, with a sly grin on her pretty face.It was already very hot at eleven, and the temperature was still climbing, so I had dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and sandals to cut the grass. I was covered in perspiration and could see my chest hair glistening in the sun as I looked down...
CheatingMelissa, who was a student. She had a good looking appearance with black hair, standard body and pretty face. She was sitting in her class, listened to the teacher talk about Math. However, her’s mind thought about something else. That day was her birthday,which she reached the age of 19. She was unimaginable thoughts about the event she did on her birthday, that was her secret. “ Mrs. Susan “ , Melissa said. “Melissa, don’t you understand anything ?” The teacher asked. “ I’m tired, I want to...