Madam Fatal December 1941
- 2 years ago
- 33
- 0
We cleaned up the mess and returned to the spaceship to figure out what went wrong. Okay, there was no question that the Polar was fatally wounded by the beam of copper plasma that was injected into its body, but its death was taking too long to save the life of the hunter.
It looked to me like we were not going to find a one shot-one kill bullet that would do what we wanted. The next thing I wanted to try was something like a HEAT round fired at the Polar’s legs to stop its charge. That would be followed by an explosive round into its body to kill the beast. We could try a HEAT round for that last shot just to remain consistent with our ammunition. I couldn’t see that a FRAG (fragmentation) round was any better than a hog-load, and we knew that would not work.
As a last resort, we could try a shaped charge at the Polar’s head. Surely, that would cook the brain and shut the beast down, but I didn’t think that was very good theater. That’s why it was our last resort.
We went for a rerun of the previous attack and got what we were looking for in the charge by the Polar. We were still using the robot controlled by the super computer aboard the spaceship. This Polar ran as fast as the previous one did, and it forced the computer to start shooting at an impossibly long range. It took 14 shots on full automatic before a round hit the Polar in the leg. Most shots were clean misses, and the other three that did hit were inconsequential.
The Polar went down with a broken right leg and it slid over the ice almost all the way to the robot. I guess it was a good thing that the computer had begun to fire as soon as it did. Once the Polar stopped sliding, the robot moved around to its side and fired a HEAT round into its belly. Dammit, it took four rounds before the Polar died. This was just not good enough. We didn’t want the animal to suffer, but we could not score a clean kill.
Okay, nothing left to do but to try our last resort. We decided to put that trial off until tomorrow because of the reprogramming that had to be done for the computer.
This time was probably going to be our last try, since nobody could come up with anything else. Dammit, we couldn’t keep writing off failures and stay in business! Sure, we had enough footage to be able to make up an episode, but I was afraid that we would start losing the audience if we kept having failures like this.
This time, we were lucky and found a Polar rather early in the morning, so that we would have time for a second run with a live hunter if this worked. Everything was set up and the Polar was induced to charge the robot. The interesting thing was that the Polar’s running style kept its head almost stationary relative to the ground. Obviously, that had evolved to make it easier for the Polar to follow its target’s movements during the charge. Of course, that made it easier for the computer to line up on the Polar’s head and to keep its aim steady.
The computer let the Polar get to within 60 yards before it fired the first shot. I thought that might be shaving luck a little close, but it was too late to argue with the computer. The shot was fired and the bullet hit the Polar square between the eyes. The copper plasma jet could be seen exiting the back of the Polar’s head. Frankly, I was a little concerned that the plasma would not have time to form properly, but this time I was very happy that I was wrong.
The Polar dropped to the ice immediately and slid toward the robot. No second shot was necessary, and all of us were convinced that we finally had the answer to our search for the one killing shot. Okay, now it was my turn.
We cleaned up and moved to another site for our last shot at Polars. No matter what happened, this was going to be our last attempt on Arctic.
The robot was relegated to backup duties while I was to be the principal hunter. I was still a bit nervous about this, so I had my trusty combat shotgun fully loaded with the shaped charge shells. The robot was off to one side and it also had a combat shotgun, but this was loaded with standard HEAT rounds. The robot under computer control was all set to blast the charging Polar in the side with as many HEAT rounds as it took to stop it.
This Polar seemed to be unusually aggressive, but that just made things easier for us. The Polar charged at me as soon as I was spotted. I let it get to 50 yards away and fired my first shot at it. This creature was so dangerous that I had added the laser designator to my shotgun, and I fired when the red dot was midway between the Polar’s eyes.
The shot was on the mark and the Polar took a tumble right away. I did have to step out of the way because the Polar slid on the ice directly toward me and a few feet beyond. It would have clipped me if I had not moved. I couldn’t see the plume of copper plasma exit the Polar’s head, but I assumed that the cameras had caught it. If so, this was the perfect last action scene for the episode. All we needed was Lola’s closing remarks to tack a “The End” onto the program.
We went to work immediately putting all of the footage together into a logical order that seemed to show that we really did know what we were doing. We decided early on to make a two-hour program from this and to use the footage of the preparation for the experimental shots as background for the final scene of me shooting the Polar. We strung it together in chronological order and found that we could tell a spellbinding story with the right narration. That’s where Lola’s undeniable talents came in.
We were so thoroughly embroiled in our editing work that we did not even notice when we arrived home. We had to be rousted by the cleaning crew to get us out of their way. We moved bodily to the editing facilities on the ground and resumed our work with a minimal break. I wasn’t forcing anybody to work like this—it was an example of how dedicated they were to DADP and the BGFG program.
We worked well into the evening until I realized that we had started making mistakes because we were all too tired to continue without some sleep. I sent everybody home and collapsed myself. I didn’t wake up until mid-morning and was embarrassed to find that everybody else was already at work on the episode.
Lola had her introduction written already and handed it to me for my approval. The only change I made was that I had realized that we had not emphasized that the animals we killed for the show had been selected by the Galaxy Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Non-Sentient Beings (GSPCNB). Not the specific animals, but the species. These were all animals who were headed toward extinction because of some quirk in their behavior, and we were simply acting as an aid to the GSPCNB to head off sure extinction for the animals.
Of course, I picked the ones that seemed to have the most audience appeal for our population thinning, but we could not go after every troubled creature at the same time. There were over 8 million planets in the galaxy with life, so we were never going to solve every problem, no matter how hard we tried. All we could do was to coordinate our efforts with the GSPCNB and hope for the best.
When we finished our splicing of the footage, we discovered that we had 107 minutes of recordings that we wanted to use. It really hurt to cut the show down to the 94 minutes that the networks insisted upon. Well, we managed, but that involved shedding some real tears over what we had to cut. Oh, well, that footage went into the files for possible later use. Once something was recorded, we never threw it away. There was a cross-referenced computer file which carefully noted what was on each bit of recorded action. A computer search would find the object of the search in only a few moments and be ready to play it back. Even the Scorpion fiasco had been preserved.
AC suggested that we include the part about being associated with GSPCNB in every show to short circuit some criticism we might get for wantonly killing animals who could not defend themselves from our “super weapons.” I had to laugh at that super weapons reference, but I did get his point. Therefore, Lola had that in every one of her later introductions. We didn’t bother to go back and rework the shows that were already distributed.
Big Boss said, “Well, AC, what new and exciting program have you come up with this time. I understand that Emil suggested it, and that was why I wanted him in here in case he had something to add. So far, all of his suggestions have been good for showmanship, though not always practical, so I am all ears.” “Yes, Sir. Emil suggested that we use that time machine that nobody has ever had any use for to go back in time and make programs about our ancient history. For example, he suggested that...
AC came through for me and managed to come up with both of the old programs that we had swiped from the Hollywood files. Yeah, I know that it was theft, but sometimes you have to bend the rules to get past the unimportant details. If this worked, we would find a way to pay the original owners for the programs. On the other hand, there was no point in stirring up an interstellar incident over something that did not work. We started out with the Combat program because it was my favorite show...
I looked at the other two hunting prospects while Lola was getting the information for me on the Sismac. The next one I studied closely resembled a huge hog, specifically a wild boar. My ridiculous sense of humor grabbed me with this one and I named it Porky after the cartoon character Porky Pig. Porky appeared to be about 10 feet tall at the shoulder and to have tusks about a foot long. The intelligent people on Asbad resembled a four-foot tall stalk of asparagus, and were the favorite food...
With Porky coming up next, I didn’t want to be fooled again by assuming that it was a mammal with a central nervous system like I was used to. Dammit, it was a good thing that I was suspicious. Porky had two brains that controlled its nervous system. One brain was where I expected to find it—inside its skull. This brain was devoted to sight, hearing, smell, and taste as well as controlling the use of it mouth, and especially its teeth. The other brain was hidden back where I would expect to...
There were two more of the smaller Draculas that showed up in the next hour, but the major target finally made its appearance. Neither of these creatures had a chance to come close to being a problem because they were spotted in time for me to blast them while they were over water and before they began their swoops at me. At last, the large Dracula showed up, and, like the other pterodactyls, did not fool around. Its dive began at what must have been an altitude of over 1,000 feet. It...
Our main problem in hunting a Tiglon, unless it was to be an ambush, was to get it to ignore the Zebras and to come after us. Dammit, no matter what we did, the Tiglons simply ignored us, instead. We even tried shooting the Zebra and dragging it away from the Tiglon. Surely the Tiglon would react from its food being hijacked. Nothing! The Tiglons just continued to ignore us. It was as if they took the philosophical attitude that “we’ll catch a Zebra tomorrow.” This was absolutely...
Everybody who saw it during preparation thought that the episode with the Wolves was one of our best. With that in mind, I started pushing to find situations where Able, Baker, and Charlie could be the principal hunters. Lola went through the list provided by GSPCNB (Galaxy Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Non-Sentient Beings) to find suitable targets. Fortunately, there were about 20 that looked like they would produce shows as attractive as the Wolf episode. Those were used to...
Femme Fatale By Cal Y. Pygia Derek sighed heavily, his eyes scanning the bank of security monitors, each of which showed a different view of Femme Fatale. A month ago, he'd taken the job as a security guard for the woman's clothing store because he needed the money and because he supposed that watching the store, or more specifically the ladies' dressing rooms, would provide him with the opportunity to ogle half-naked women. Unfortunately, for some reason, despite the...
The party was in full swing -- as were the three women hanging before the assembled mass of Clubmen and Femmes. They had only been up for a few minutes, but already I was aching in the cock. One by one, Jacob let them down from the gallows so that I could take them once more before they expired. Redheaded Cameron. Blonde-haired Kelly. And finally: beautiful, blonde Carol. One by one, I raped them, and finished with the mother. Pulling her off me, I sprayed my semen upon her tits and...
Fatal AttractorSunday morning, coffee with my dear friend Lucy. I stirred my spoon idly.Lucy simply stared at me, wide eyed. "You did what!? Right there in the office!?""You heard me," I said after some more stirring."But... how? And why? Angie, tell me everything!""Well," I sipped and savoured, "It goes like this--"It'd been twelve years since I last saw him. It was definitely him, I asked Jane from HR about his history. It was a reunion by surprise. I still remember him from before; chiseled...
I can still remember the first time I went hiking there. It was fall—November to be exact–the smell of soon-to-fall snow thick in the air, the wet leaves sticking to my shoes and filling my nostrils with the delicious scent of autumn. The woods were radiant reds, dazzling yellows, glittering oranges, with just a touch of the earthy green left over from summer. I could see deer tracks patterned intricately into the mud of the trail as I stepped over them, careful not to disturb an inch of their...
Aphrodite’s mother was a psychic who legally changed her surname to Tyche (the name of the Greek God of fate) after she dreamt about him, she was always a bit delusional, always doing strange things on impulse, a lot of the time she struggled to understand her mother’s weird affinities. Even now she didn’t know why she had named her Aphrodite; she was no Goddess of Love, or Beauty of even Sexuality, she was none of the things her Goddess namesake was. How her mother could think of effectively...
Introduction: Is it rape is you are forced to obey by a vampire…anyway ive tagged it as that, like it or lump it. I may turn this into a series, i have more ideas for this one, but that depends if you like it Ironic. On reflection, that was the only word that Aphrodite Tyche could think of about when she met Thanatos Ares. Ironic that her name was kind of a confliction to his, surely love and death, fate and bloodlust should conflict against either other. Why she fell for this guy, she couldnt...
Hello Readers. Linga again, back, after a very long time! This is the continuation from the previous story. The previous part is available at https://www.indiansexstories2.net/incest/fatal-attraction-part-6/. Assuming that the story so far has impressed you, I will continue the next instalment of this story. My coordinates, if you are interested in connecting with me, or even wanting an experience with me is available at: Yahoo!: and Hangouts at: and skype at: If you are interested in...
One Fatal Mistake - By Kimberley De Schiffart My name is Kimberley De Schiffart and I?m a 24 year-old woman. I have a 9-year-old son. Yes, I know, I was only 15 when I became a mother, but he?s the most precious thing in my life. My son is biracial, his father is Black and I?m White. We were young and fooling around, but I haven?t seen him since. He didn?t even know I was pregnant. My son never knew his father that?s why he carries my last name. Even since my parents died when...
In a world deep underground, factions fight for dominance over caves and dungeons. Their struggle is old as dying for your faction does not mean the end. However, it could mean that one might switch sides. In more way than one ... ***** "Listen up you tier one rookies!" The loud shout made Cole look up. It was Captain Braga who had walked into the barracks Cole shared with a few other soldiers. "We have a mission. So gather your stuff." "Another patrol?" whined...
The Pharmacist laid on his bed, thinking deeply even as he watched his 2 sluts taking turns licking and sucking his swollen cock. He was trying to think of a way to deal with his next target, the Femme Fatale known as Ruby. She would be even more difficult than Jade and Amber had been. Ruby could make her body as insubstantial as a ghost, which meant that she would not remain solid for him long enough to make her climax. He gave up thinking about it for the time being and focused on the lovely...
He stood beside the machine, testing the manacles and various attachments on it. He smiled with anticipation, having plotted his revenge for nearly 3 years. They had foiled his plans then, though they did not know it. Now, at long last, he would take his revenge on them and let them know who it was who had beaten thm. It would be the icing on the cake to see their fear and helplessness, right before he made them his slaves forever. His name is known only to himself, but he is known among...
When Reynolds came to, his feet were no longer trapped in the floor. However, he still couldn't move. His waist was strapped to a column that stood in the middle of the room, his arms and legs were also bound so that he formed an X shape where he stood. He was also naked. There was a video screen in front of him and while he was still trying to come to terms with his surroundings, the infamous Barbie-doll came on screen. "Hello Officer Reynolds." began the familiar robotic voice. "I...
Her name was Sapphire, and she was the leader of The Femme Fatales. James had reserved her conversion for last, wanting her to know his triumph before he made her his slave forever. He had thought long and hard, wanting everything to be perfect. The plan he came up with was truly wicked. He would make her give herself to him, using her friends as bait. She would never realise that when she came, he would her his slut. James sat in his recliner, going over the details in his mind one last time...
James sat in his favorite recliner, trying to think of a way to capture his latest target, the Femme Fatale known as Onyx. He frowned as he tried to think of a way around the woman’s annoying powers. Onyx was a powerful telepath and she could also teleport. Given the slightest hint of trouble, she would mindscan and then disappear. That just wouldn’t do at all. He scowled, irritated greatly by his inability to come up with a solution. With a quiet growl, James got up and headed upstairs. As he...
You horny fucks want to get your hands on the best porn games out there, right? Damn, right you do. But finding the best games can be a fucking struggle. Trust me, I know. I have a whole site dedicated to reviewing them. But what if you don’t want to go around to a bunch of different websites and shit to play them? Well, you need a porn game directory that also houses game players and download links right then and there. Finding such a site is easier said than done, but I think I’ve got just...
Free Sex GamesYou were just waking up to find yourself standing upright inside a void. Nothing but darkness and... white glowing paths leading further into the void. On a closer look however , you could see each pathway glowing with little lights moving across each pathway almost like computer circuits buzzing through with electricity. You were currently standing on one of these white pathways alone yet noticed this particular path leads to a "fork in the road" with multiple paths leading outwards almost...
Bigfoot, Crunch and Sweetie Pie Wrecker Service By: Malissa Madison Gladys lay next to Hatchetman in their bed half asleep after a long bout of love making. "Hatch, can you feel it too?" she asked. "You mean now that the Seven Nations controls access to the Portal in New Mexico?" "That too," she answered him. "I'm talking about Fox and Little Joe." "Oh I thought you meant Squirrel and her kids," he admitted. "What about Squirrel?" she asked. "Fox and Little Joe talked...
The Femme Fatale By Morpheus I moaned in delight as my current lover ran his hands over my breasts, cupping them lovingly and then playing with my nipples. I felt him continuing to pump into me as he had been for the last fifteen minutes, impressing me a little with his skill. Of course I've had better lovers, but this one certainly wasn't bad. Once we were finished, a little sooner than I would have liked, my lover fell asleep beside me. I waited until he began to snore and...
January 2018A bolt of lightning illuminated the night sky. Thunder clapped, startling Abigail in the backseat of the Uber. She was already on edge, nervous about dinner with her husband, Thomas. It wasn’t bad nervous, but she had butterflies in her stomach. She had a good idea about what they’d talk about, and was uncertain what choice she’d make.Abigail, a petite woman with dark blonde hair and hazel eyes, was wearing a black dress, with black heels, stockings, garter, bra, and thong, as well...
Outdoor‘Aaaaaahhhhhhh yesssssss!!! Fuck me Masterrrrrrr!!’ Amber screamed as James thrust his cock in and out of her tight ass. He groaned with pleasure, smiling as his sexy slut thrust herself back against him hard. He had been enjoying her body for over a week now and had been very pleased with himself. Amber was a very willing slut and seemed to take even greater pleasure in fucking him than the drug and his brainwashing of her mind would account for. Amber loved sucking his cock and drank his...
The Crimes and Crimescene The Mike Williams Family was returning home from a wonderful pre-Christmas concert presented by the local Symphony Orchestra. Mike (43 yrs old) , an investment banker for a large bank, was accompanied by his wife Brenda (a real estate agent) ,daughter Ashley (a college student) and Brenda’s divorced sister Jane (a network TV morning show cohost) ; who was visiting from out of town. Mike’s thoughts had really not been on the evenings festivities. He was troubled by...
This story is about my wife rittu with whom I got married in 2004 and before my marriage I used to fuck prostitutes.I used to spend lots of money fucking whores of different age caste colour and creed..I had a real liking for prostitutes and often used to bring them to my flat After my marriage I used to fuck rittu like a whore making her do all the things which I used to get done from a whore.I used to make her wear tight jeans and skimpy top with sexy netted bra and panty inside and then...
CLICK. FLASH. WHIRL. I drop to my knees as the Kusabi disappears, moaning and screaming as he goes. My hands are shaking around the Camera Obscura, it feels hot in my hands like it does after facing one of those poor, damned souls, and he was the biggest I’ve done, and the camera feels as if it is burning and blistering my hands. I feel sweat drip down my face, and my clothes are clinging to me and covered in dirt, I ache all over and my eyes are heavy. I just want to curl into a...
This was the first time I had had a chance to look around his flat. In the past I would arrive at night and we would stumble blindly to the bedroom in the dark, me leaving to head home once the clock beat us and we had to say good night. The thought shocked me a little because it made me realise just how much of a mystery this man still was to me, yet at the same time I felt I knew every intimate detail of his life. The apartment was spacious, much too spacious for a single person. And the...
It was 1930, and life was closing in on folks ever since the Stock Market crash the year before. The only people making money were gangsters and bootleggers for this was still Prohibition in the United States Cliff, a private investigator out of Chicago was, as they say, "on assignment" headed for Las Vegas. He had left earlier in the day from the place Carl Sandburg described as: Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight...
HistoricalThe heat was on in the city, and it wasn't just Chicago's sizzling summer. It had been a decade since the Prohibition era had started and as a result, Chicago was a lawless town of corruption and anarchy. Gangsters controlled everything in the city. Only a few months earlier, Al and Bugs had a little Valentine's Day party that had the Feds all over the city like dandelions on a summer lawn. The weather? Yes, the weather was hot too. Records were being set as fast as the Bambino was slugging...
HistoricalStory comes from SecretFriends.com A visionary industrialist having a moral compass, that what best described him when Benedict Astle was appointed as the CEO of the company. Within a short span of five years, he turned the wheels of the company and it was booming with profits. He was so influential with his marketing policies and business strategies that he ruthlessly wiped out his competitors from the business. Thus, he earned appreciation and applause from all the board members and his...
It was the wildest party I had ever hosted.My wife Beth had been getting ready for the party all day. She is one of the most attractive women in our neighbourhood, and was always one of the hottest women whenever we went to a bar or somewhere in public. Men were constantly checking her out, and what's worse, she was constantly giving them something to look at. You see, Beth is the kind of woman that makes a man tremble in her presence. She has long blonde hair that is usually tied up. She has...
Hello, Readers. Linga again, back! This is the continuation of the previous sex story. Assuming that the sex story so far has impressed you, I will continue the nexinstallmentnt of this story. My coordinates, if you are interested in connecting with me, or even wanting an experience with me is available at: Yahoo!: and Hangouts at: and skype at: If you are interested in writing your story through me, that is also welcome. Of course, due credit will be given. I then moved closer to my...
IncestHello Readers. Linga again, back! This is the continuation of the previous story. Assuming that the story so far has impressed you, I will continue the next installment of this story. My coordinates, if you are interested in connecting with me, or even wanting an experience with me is available at: Yahoo!: and Hangouts at: and skype at: If you are interested in writing your story through me, that is also welcome. Of course, due credit will be given S: Seri, unna eppadi koopadrathu da? Linga...
IncestHello Readers. Linga again, back! Apologies for this long absence as I was relocating from Germany back to India.This is the continuation from the previous story. Assuming that the story so far has impressed you, I will continue the next installment of this story. My coordinates, if you are interested in connecting with me, or even wanting an experience with me is available at: Yahoo!: (only on chats as I don’t check yahoo mails) and Hangouts at: and skype at: If you are interested in...
Hello Readers. Linga again, back! This is the continuation from the previous sex story. Assuming that the story so far has impressed you, I will continue the next instalment of this story. My coordinates, if you are interested in connecting with me, or even wanting an experience with me is available at: Yahoo!: (only on chats as I don’t check yahoo mails) and Hangouts at: and skype at: If you are interested in writing your story through me, that is also welcome. Of course, due credit will be...
Hello Readers. Linga again, back! This is the continuation from the previous story. Assuming that the story so far has impressed you, I will continue the next instalment of this sex story. My coordinates, if you are interested in connecting with me, or even wanting an experience with me is available at: Yahoo!: (only on chats as I don’t check yahoo mails) and Hangouts at: and skype at: If you are interested in writing your story through me, that is also welcome. Of course, due credit will be...
Hello Readers. Linga again, back! This is the continuation from the previous sex story. The previous part of the sex story is available on top. Assuming that the story so far has impressed you, I will continue the next instalment of this sex story. My coordinates, if you are interested in connecting with me, or even wanting an experience with me is available at: Yahoo!: (only on chats as I don’t check yahoo mails) and Hangouts at: and skype at: the.i If you are interested in writing your...
Hello readers, greetings from Linga again. This sex story that I am going to relate is an interesting combination of interwoven stories that is going to be quite long and full of unexpected turns. I will try to be as comprehensive and as accurate in translation as possible as the conversations have all been in Tamil and English. I am Lingeshwaran, often called as Linga by those who know me. This experience is going to be pretty long and is not just a bang-bang-go-go story. This is going to be...
The attack on the Lucky Swinger did not draw the attention of the newspapers, but the Steeles were not surprised, since, officially, the speakeasy didn't exist. However, there was no doubt that some gang leader noticed, since they had picked up over $24,000 from the office. That's too much lost money to ignore! Eagle and Hawk might even cause more mischief once Karl had a chance to go over the books they had picked up during their raid. Karl and Helen were enjoying a leisurely breakfast...
Dammit! Still nothing in the newspapers about the Birdmen. There wasn't even a mention of the destroyed booze convoy. What did it take to get a little publicity? Helen and James tried to soothe Karl. James said, "Sir, you can be sure that the malefactors know the name 'Birdmen.' They are well aware of anything that costs them that much money." "Yeah, James, I know that intellectually, but my gut still wants the public to know that somebody is fighting the Mob." Helen said, "You...
"Good evening, Sgt. Alexander, this is Eagle... Do you have anything for us, tonight... Eight trucks, marked as Hancock Foods... Which road?... Excellent! Thank you, good night. "It looks like there is a convoy of 8 trucks coming in from Sarnia tonight. At least, that's the rumor. Sgt. Alexander wasn't sure how reliable the information was, but his source usually has the right stuff. He did warn us to be careful. Shall we give it a try?" Hawk was immediately enthusiastic, "Of course,...
Falcon really looked spiffy in her new costume. The four of them were headed to Black Widow to intercept a booze convoy coming in from the north. Again, the bridge to Sarnia, Canada, was the crossing point. The convoy was made up of a leading armored car, 4 trucks, and a trailing armored car. Black Widow had been reworked again, and jobs had been reassigned. Owl was the driver, with Falcon as gunner in the front seat. Hawk was the gunner in the back seat, with Eagle as operator of the smoke,...
Moshe Attelman was about as pissed as he could be without actually shooting somebody. He was in charge of importing "the good stuff" from Canada, and he was hearing shit from higher up. "Who the hell do these 'Birdmen' think thay are? Don't they know that nobody messes with The Purple Gang?" Criticism from higher up in The Purple Gang was usually the last step before a visit from the Tommy gun crew. Moshe was not only pissed, he was sweating! He had to stop these Birdmen goyim, before...
Kingpin was really worried, now. His empire was going to hell in a hand basket. He had already lost three of his most profitable speakeasies and he was no closer to finding the people who were doing the damage. Sure, he knew that it was an organization known as Birdmen, but what did they want? He was used to buying off the opposition. In fact, he preferred to do business that way. Cops, courts, politicians, they were all on his payroll. If something got in the way, he just bought it. On the...
Abigail's End In the Presidential Palace, there is a dining room where only the most trustedand honoured of the dictator's guests are ever entertained. Here are the mostdecadent and opulent symbols of his power. Perhaps the most decadent and opulentsymbol of all is the white statue holding a finger-basin by the entrance. On the wall behind the statue, in an arc over its head, the inscription reads, "Tothe twin virtues of humility and obedience." It is a naked woman, and her namewas once...
I am the Wood Nymph. Gavin, the love of my life, the man I lovingly call "Bigfoot," has told you his side of the story. Now let me tell you mine. I'm twenty years old. For the first ten years of my life, I was raised in a very liberal family. We were nudists, and spent every summer at one resort or another, in the company of other nudists. We also went bare around the house, so nudity was commonplace and entirely normal for me. In fact, I was out of clothes more than in them, especially...
I know these hills like the back of my hand. I grew up not too far away, and every summer my Dad and I would go up there, into the national forest, by ourselves. I was eleven when we first went up there. He had given me my first hunting bow the Christmas before, and taken me hunting in those woods every summer since then. We'd spend weeks together hunting, without ever seeing another soul. We'd lay out trails and blaze them, far from the tracks that most of the other hunters and hikers used....
Frank wasn't lost, because he knew where he was, and how to get back- but he didn't want to even think about returning yet. He was out here by choice, three weeks walk into the wilderness of the Canadian coast range- The last sign of another person he had seen was a trappers line, and a trail leading to an unseen cabin, sixteen days before. He sighed contentedly, and adjusted the straps of his backpack. The frozen ground made his journey possible, because the numerous creeks, swamps, muskeg...
I wasn't all that keen on going to the game with my husband Rob. Although he's an ardent supporter of the local team, those sorts of sporting events really aren't my thing I'd seen the television coverage of some of these games; the cameramen, besides covering the action on the field, frequently picking out any sexy looking tarts in the largely male dominated crowd. I think that it was with that sort of thing in mind, that my husband wanted me to go with him. This idea was further borne out...
by aliveinpr My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies. Please read and enjoy this fictional writing. NOTE: I detest the “N” word, however viewing this story without the use of the “N” word, the story did not show the true prejudice of the wife. Rachael was southern born and raised that black people were inferior to white. Her husband has spent years since their marriage to change her mind. That deep southern bigotry, instilled...
Foreword. It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave. But, for a large slice of the...
Today was the night of the big game against our rivals at Tech and I was on top of the world. I'm the star quarterback of our championship team and I was dating the head cheerleader Raquel. Once we beat Tech, we'd be heading back to the conference championships and then the NCAA tournament. Once we win that, I was guaranteed to be a first round draft pick. "Already counting that NFL money, aren't you?" A familiar, irritating voice brought me out of my daydream and back to reality. I was...
Foreword.It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave.But, for a large slice of the...
BDSMIt is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave. But, for a large slice of the...