Rohana

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Peregrine 7: Best laid plans…) Chapter 8: Afterward Like a civil-servant’s career, the Russian plains were endless and tedious. They stretched away to a disinterested horizon, brown and drab and humorless. The sky’s optimistic blue had been belted into the overcast’s mummification. From struggling weeds, water beaded from the morning storm, falling to the sod with disappointed drips. Six riders sat on their scrawny ponies in a loose half-ring, lances drooping, leaning forward to peer at the thing on the ground before them. One of them nervously fingered her reins. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Kiyokoa Gai-Shift cog She perched like a dove on the timeworn subterranean platform, eyes elfin and wise, hair a river of black, slender yet strong limbs hinted beneath her flowing white robes. She said nothing, content to watch the rumbling belt with its whining, wide-eyed cargoes rolling past. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Serifa Gai-Shift cog She appeared like a ghost in a camera’s negative plate, black, slender, silent, gliding through the British Museum’s stacks. Her jet clothing was immaculate, decisively sharp, the tight ink-hued coat delineating her waspish waist and modest breasts, her legs collected by the tight knee-cut skirt, her pumps shimmering like polished ebony. Her hair was as black and sweeping as Japanese calligraphy, her oval face serene behind the heavy glasses. She was surrounded by books. She was in her element. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Some Like it Knot 5: Cindy the Rubenisque Maid)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge continued from part four Chapter 6: from Manni to Maiden Van trembled for a number of reasons. Firstly, he was standing in a stolen maids uniform, wigged and lipsticked and costumed by Cindy (his enthusiastic lover who had played tie-me-tie-you games with him over their long, wet night). His high heels pinched, his nylon-packed bra chafed and his panties gripped his nuts like a groping farm girl. It was uncomfortable in a sexy cross-dressing way. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Point of Viewa Gai-Shift storylette Darkness falls away like a blindfold, likely because there had been a leather blindfold over your eyes. You blink slowly (for blinking is the only action open to you, strapped up as you are in your leather body suit, gagged with a thrusting penile plug, only your eyes exposed. The room hazing in the glare of overhead gaslights is tiled, harsh and institutional. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Oasis Chapter 6: Kate’s Plan) Chapter 7: Kate’s out of the Frying Pan… again! Ra’idah had it all figured out. Years back, as a young headstrong witch, she’d been cast out of her Cairo coven; the others hadn’t seen her natural superiority as a reason to lay in languishing bondage over long nights, to be tickled and pickled by the golden-eyed Arabic dominatrix. She was warned that, should she return, they’d bind her up and keep her that way, no longer a sister-witch but a thrall, to be passed from bed to bed and need to need. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Thermocline Chapter 5: A Fire on the Sea)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 6: Release the Lancers 2.0 It could all have been avoided. If Petra had simply said, “You know, keeping me bound naked in flesh-tight ropes that pinch my nipples and knot up my steaming snatch excites me. I’ve lain here for hours watching you Viking lasses swan past with your revealing costumes and limitless morals. I’m hot now, hotter than the passion of serving the collective state. I’ll do anything, lick anything, be anything, in only to endure your fondling touch.” ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Portrait Chapter 1: Orders)_ Chapter 2: Captured on Canvas Lady Petunia Goldwaith was learning that kindness was its own reward. She’d spared no expense making the transport box comfortable for whatever reluctant guests, prospective chambermaids (and occasional random victims plucked off the streets) she carried back to Willie Hall. Padded, well ventilated, its straps wide and soft, it permitted comfortable captivity. That she, herself, now lay in its coffin-like interior, the plush leather warm against her scantily-clad body, the wide straps snug and complete showed her how kindness repayed itself. Rocking in the gentle motion as the lorry transporting her rocked its way down narrow London streets, she could only wonder what awaited her. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge At the mouth of the Mighty Thames where it flows past great mudflats on its final rush to the sea, there lies a small cottage well up in the dunes, its flagpole rattling in the ever-present breeze. It is small and tidy, its exterior wall lined with recovered gear and looped with rope, all pulled from the nearby shore. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Green Chapter 3: Fairies & the Sacred Glade) Chapter 4: Little Megan The moon broke over the beautiful glen, its dark oaks royal, its central pond as smooth as crystal. On one mossy bank stood two erect shapes, leaf-wound and trembling, the humans within only denoted by the glassy eyes shimmering wetly between the clamping fronds. Megan and Chlorophene shuddered in their slow orgasms, moving from low point to high over long hours. The plants that held them facilitated them along, sensing their excitement from their pulse, their temperature and their skin’s salt content. When it was required, the foliagic awareness would shove its root deeper into their sexes, rising them slightly in their wrappings, making them purr. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 19: Pili to the rescue)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 20: Serving Astarte with thanks to SkyHawk7x June 12, 199_ I am Pili. I sit on a morning-lit bed, my lanky body naked, ropes tangled across my long legs and sex-resonating crotch. Sister (as I still call my dear Annie) has just untied me. I greet the day with my writing, my wrists scored with markings of love. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Twas Winter Solstice in the world Gai Shifted, a time of good cheer and merriment. Across the planet, peace, sensitivity and restriction found its way into every corner of the happy globe (even though globes do not technically have corners). This was so true in so many places, specifically… ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Hotel California Chapter 3: Hang Out the Washing)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from part 3 Chapter 4: Escape to a New Life With thanks to Brushslut [AP WIRE - LONDON] BRITISH AIRSHIP THWARTS SLAVERS IN MID-ATLANTIC, RESCUES FAMED ABOLITIONIST. THE HOME OFFICE REPORTED THE INTERCEPTION OF A VENEZUELAN SLAVE SHIP BOUND FOR THE UNITED STATES BY THE AIRSHIP ‘UNBOUND PLEASURE’. THE AIRSHIP WAS ON A ROUTINE ATLANTIC PATROL WHEN IT ENCOUNTERED THE ‘EXCITE VALDEZ’. A CLOSE PASS REVEALED UNCLOTHED WOMEN CRUELLY SHACKLED IN VARIOUS CONTORTED POSITIONS OF DISTRESS WITHIN ITS HOLD, PROVOKING THE INTERDICTION. WHILE THE UNITED STATES LEGALLY RECOGNIZES SOME FORMS OF SLAVERY, ENGLAND DOES NOT. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Snowbound Chapter 4: Anna’s Toy)_ To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from Part 4 Chapter 5: The Prussian Maid Queen Lilla of England sat erect on the throne, her kinky coppery hair flaring from beneath her crown like sunshine, a distracted smile playing across her narrow face. Her husband, the manni king, was the true power behind the throne. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 16: Sakujna) Chapter 17: There and back again Special note: this is the final chapter of “Pit”, and a long one at that. Have someone bundle you up and make you comfortable, and settle in as we conclude our strange tale. Life kept changing for Tameran, seemingly for the worst, but overall for the better. The cheerfully plump golden-haired girl had thought she’d be happy as a village witch, even though she’d been on the bottom of the coven totem pole. The arrival of Megan had offered hope (if only that there would be a witch lower than she). But that, of course, had all gone to pieces that night Tameran had tried to capture the other witches and keep their collectively-supercharged staff all for herself. In the end, she’d bumbled into one of Zelda’s protective spells and found her rounded pink body instantly wrapped in itchy magiced straw. With the dawn, the gypsy Tameran had commissioned to cart off scrawny, trussed Zelda had found her instead. And into the cart she’d gone, for weeks of suspension bondage and subservient degradations. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Orchid 2: The Black Orchids)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from Part Two Chapter 3: Olivia Hammersmith It started with a single cup of tea. At six years of age, she was asking mum where tea came from, her head filling with exotic images. At twelve, she’d read every book in the library about the Far East. By twenty, the was fully fluent in Japanese. Thirty, she was Queen Lilla’s chief council on the region. And by thirty-six, she was Her Majesty’s Ambassador to Japan. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Magic 3: Let Good Things come to All)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 4: All Honeymoons End Following her roped rapine the day prior, Megan did her best to return to normal life. After a death-like slumber, she donned her long black dress (to hide the telltale marks from the magiced ropes) and went about her day. Stiffly. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Reversal 3: Baroness Manchester’s Device)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 4: The New Manni Barbette awoke in her own bed. She lay silently, looking up at the plasterwork of the ceiling, allowing memories of all that had happened the prior night to come back to her. Strapped up, the unseen Baroness Manchester pumping her through the wall with her pneumonic nightmare, an endless flush of passion. How many times had its cleverly-shaped rubber head pushed into her, pressing up, withering and pulsing like a thing alive? She and the baroness would share their separate orgasms, she hanging from her tight straps, the baroness sprawled on the thick carpets of her elegant suite. Both would slowly recover and then it would begin again. The pounding bliss, the endless abuse, climax following climax. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Angel 4: Caught in the Trap)_ _To review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge To understand the Gai Shift, please read the previous story Gai-Shift prior to reading this one. Chapter 5: Trials & Punishments Sybil, the Knightsbridge Angel, ran a hand through her short black hair and looked over the scene of the crime. It had been a shame that she’d left her blonde wig in Constance’s flat last night. Lady Petunia had been such a wonderful lover that, even bound hand and foot, she’d given Sybil one hell of a ride. Part of it might have been the aerosoled elixir than had hung in the room’s air, but Sybil also figured that Petunia, for all of her nobility, was quite the spirited trollop. Licking and tickling her withering Ladyship while Chief Officer Drummand hung in that MI claw of hers, being lowered nearly but not quite onto a whirling plug, had really gotten Sybil’s juices flowing, juices she’d been all to happy to have Petunia lap up with her cunning little tongue. But all nice things end, and she’d flown away in the pre-dawn light, one tired little winged succubus. And in all the distraction, she’d forgotten her wig. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift 12: Bert51 to the Rescue) Chapter 13: Journey Home The airship Unbound Pleasure, its nose and belly fire-scared, pushed its way against dawn headwinds as it left the jungled Andes for the capital city of Quito. Most of the crew, exhausted from the long night of activity leading up to the snatch-and-grab that had freed the mission’s scientist, her bodyguard, and the ship’s captain, had been secured in their bunks. The airship, running under a light crew, made its way west. ...

Kaa hung in disinterested loops across a tree limb, very depressed. Why had he ever become involved with that man-cub? It had started that one fateful night nearly a decade ago when he’d slipped down to that sad little man-cub, consoling him, hypnotizing him, and then carrying him into the tree-tops. All had been fine and good. But unlike the usual “guests” he’d entertained over the years, he found himself playing with his victim, sliding him about his coils, marveling at his smooth, warm flesh. Even when the cub had been so nicely trussed up and ready for ingestion, he found himself delaying. And then the interruption, followed by being toppled from his branch. Such a painful association. ...

Opposites attract. Never had that been so true as with the Vadra’s. Transferred to Bangalore, India to manage a software team, my nebbish nature had left me an isolated westerner in that sprawling city. How very nice that middle-aged Indian couple next door befriended me. Kumar Vadra was a civil servant, rather proud of his long years of service (which, from what I could tell, involved bogging down the efforts of countless individuals beneath meaningless bureaucracy). He was a loud, balding man with a rolling belly and unbending opinions. Still, I liked him. His wife Dharsha was a sweetheart. You could tell that in her day, she’d been quite a dish. Even now, with her figure slightly filled out, she still was attractive. Her deep-set eyes, shadowed into darkness, looked out from her sad oval face. Her black hair was swept back into a bun but two ribbons fell over her eyes. She would brush them aside without noticing. ...

(story continues from Simucrom) Linda barged into her small apartment, the shopping bag rustling in her hands, breath quick in her throat. Home! Finally! Stepping to the center of her living room, she tossed off her clothing as quickly as she could before settling cross-legged onto the carpet. From the bag she pulled her purchase, a new Simucrom chip. The fingers that held it trembled. She looked to the low shelf where the little black-plastic simucrom unit sat. Next to it was the “Janna” chip. Over the last two weeks, every moment not stolen by sleep or work had been devoted to Janna. Little Janna, with her dark little smile and smutty little torments. Linda had basked in the simulated sexual adventure. Sometimes, she gave herself away to Janna’s control. Other times, she ran the sim in sandbox mode, mercilessly tormenting the little Indian. ...

Liz was a strange little creature. I’d hardly noticed the quiet little Korean sitting against the left wall of our freshman physics class. The next semester, we were two weeks into EnglishLit before I realized that she was in the identical location. Drifting over, I asked (by way of introduction), “Isn’t it a little strange to sit in the same spot every class.” “Its rational,” she replied, her narrow almond eyes focused on the notes before her. “From here, I can write and easily look up. I’m close enough to see, but unlikely to be seen, off to the side. I’m not directly under the instructor’s nose in the front row, nor under his notice in the back.” ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Chapter 1: Kiyoko She drifted silently down the polished hall of the Imperial Palace, white and pure and silent. Her compact body was carefully swathed like a silk-wrapped vase within her snow-white kimono. In contrast was her jet black hair, parted across her forehead like raven wings, sweeping back neatly into a rounded pin-held bun, the black a contrast to the white. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Orchid 1: Kiyoko)_ To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from Part One Chapter 2: The Black Orchids Kiyoto dashed down the Imperial Palace steps, Tokyo’s lights sparkling to every quarter against the warm evening. She’d allowed the English ambassador, a captive toy to the amorous Empress Nabuki, to be spirited away by two rival black orchids. Another black orchid, the one she’d bound, tormented and left to the servants, had tearfully told her that the raiders were fleeing the city to the east. That mean she still might be able to overtake them. Her honor demanded nothing less. ...

Chapter 1: Kidnap With a exhale of cinder-reek, a tube train rumbled into Bond Street Station. The station-mistress, a hard-faced middle-aged brunette, didn’t even look up as she automatically noted its time (10:20pm) and the line (Jubilee) into her log. A couple of women dismounted and drifted down the various exit halls. The station-mistress yawned. There wouldn’t be another train until 10:42. She turned her attention back to her newspaper. The Japanese Crisis had been resolved, something to do with airships and ninjas and such. Now the captive Ambassador was home and the Empress was pining for her lost prisoner. Somehow the paper had gotten a picture snapped by the Imperial Photographer of Record, showing a grinning Empress Nabuki kneeling behind a hogtied Olivia Hammersmith, proudly displaying her work. Whether or not the ash-haired stateswoman was keeping a stiff upper lip was impossible to tell, but she was certainly keeping a stiff set of titties. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 9: Megan’s Frustration)_ Chapter 10: Sybil’s Trap Once Sybil had been untied and everyone had enjoyed a light breakfast (not necessarily in that order) the four subterranean explorers continued on their journey. Spirits were high and teamwork solid. “Look, Sybil,” Megan pleaded, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. I was all tied up, and your… well… your muffin was right under my nose. I couldn’t resist.” ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 10: Sybil’s Trap)_ Chapter 11: Pitinna’s Garden Olivia awoke in a beautiful garden, lying on her back in a field of grass and vines. Dawn was just breaking overhead. She shook her head, trying to remember how she’d gotten here. There had been… the Pit! And the tube, with the screaming plummet through the darkness! But how had she gotten here? She began to stir, to hoist herself up on her elbows. Instantly the vines whipped around her wrists and ankles, reeling back, snapping her spread-eagled. She struggled against the tightly-looped tendrils but found herself as tightly trapped as if she were home in Kiyoko’s scarves and hemp lines. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 11: Pitinna’s Garden)_ Chapter 12: Pitinna’s Mission Megan, the little countryside witch, yawned around her smile. True, her situation should have filled her with great concern. She was laying on her trim belly within a tight roll of bed sheets, head out one end, petty feet out the other. She lay across an orderly stack of similar rolls, neatly arrayed on a small railcart. And other than this cocoon of white linen, her trimly girlish body possessed not a stitch of clothing. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 12: Pitinna’s Mission)_ Chapter 13: Rani’s Palace As their railcart rolled over the wide ocean of women’s passion, with her limbs snuggly secured within the wrappings of crisp white sheets, Kiyoko considered the revelations Olivia had passed to her. How they were being transported into their adversary’s stronghold, tasked with defeating a living goddess, the prospect of domination and subservience the reward for failure. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 13: Rani’s Palace)_ Chapter 14: Goddess of the Pit Rani, Living Goddess of the Pit, Queen of a Thousand Bound Souls, Bringer of Organsmic Bliss, sat back in her silky, bejeweled finery upon her splendid dais. Her crown shimmered with rubies, a diamond glimmered from her navel. And her arms, all six of them, jangled with hoops of gold. The three sets of arms wavered and swayed to the delicate eastern music a nearby cluster of female musicians played, sensuous and flowing. Her fingers fluttered and traced erotic patterns. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 14: Goddess of the Pit)_ Chapter 15: Invasion Plans Even naked and clamped down, with no future save grim sexual usage, Olivia Hammersmith had to admit that Rani, her captor, was beautiful. The sultry demi-goddess leered over her three captives, her even teeth parted in a predatory smile, her dark eyes flashing lustfully. Spills of slender golden chains adorned her silky forehead and criss-crossed her exposed belly. A tapering brown leg jutted dynamically from a slit in her opulent sari. Most striking were the three sets of arms, cockily placed on her hips, making her appear like some sexually cocky female centipede. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 15: Invasion Plans)_ Chapter 16: Sakujna Never had Megan known such frustration. It made her horny to look down her naked, slender body, recessed within its leather dais. It made her horny to tug against the clamps that locked her wrists and ankles so far apart. It made her horny to consider how exposed she was, and how anyone at all finding her thus could do anything they wished to her. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 1: Kidnap)_ Chapter 2: Miss Anna On anyone else, a lime-green teddy would look silly. But on Lady Petunia Goldwaith, Royal Scientist, it was heavenly. It could have been the curves created by the geometry of her tidy tummy, generous breasts and shapely hips that suggested the green hills of England. Or the way her spill of golden hair swept over her creamy shoulders like golden clouds brushing lush summits. It could have been how her rounded buttocks shifted atop her desk chair, an erotic chiaroscuro spanning the gambit of steamy emerald to sultry jade. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 2: Miss Anna)_ Chapter 3: Adara Burke The silence of the Central London Precinct House hung like smoke in the early morning hours, as quiet as conspiracy, as pungent as corruption… Adara Burke shook her head in muffled frustration. Her editor at the Sun would not accept such hackneyed phasing. Still, it was hard to think clearly, suspended in isolation by her heels as she was. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 3: Adara Burke)_ Chapter 4: Arrest & Capture There were no tenements or slums in the world of Gai, but there were less-than-desirable places to live. The Lambeth Terraces was one such location. Wedged into an odd-shaped lot, the majesty of the Thames shielded by greater buildings, it simply existed. The last two landladies had tried to spruce it up to little effect. Sometime in the future it would likely be razed. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 4: Arrest & Capture)_ Chapter 5: Packages Petunia Goldwaith slowly awoke from pleasant dreams of bridled pleasures. She didn’t open her eyes to meet the day, not yet. First, she stirred her arms and legs, somewhat disappointed to not find them tautly tied to the four posts of her huge soft bed. Sometimes the maids got frisky, a delightful distraction to start the day with. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 5: Packages)_ Chapter 6: The Mission The three women waited on the edge of their seats for the briefing to begin. Literally. They’d been stripped and tied neatly to high backed chairs in Willie Hall’s ornate wood-paneled dining room, erect in posture but totally lacking in clothing. Olivia Hammersmith, Kyoko and Sybil had been trussed up with yards of ropes, centered and symmetrical in their huge chairs, anchorlines holding them at solid attention. So intense was their bondage that thin cording cinched their thumbs and locked down their toes in orderly rows of piggies. Across their pursed lips were wide leather gags adorned with the Goldwaith coat of arms. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 6: The Mission)_ Chapter 7: Evaluation It was an somber subterranean chamber, its walls rough brickwork, its air hanging in stillness. The far end of the room tapered into a dark hall floored with shadowy holes. At the other, a large pipe jutted out, a set of canvas bags strung beneath it at the ready. The silence was broken as distant ram-fans spun up, rumbling like a summer storm. A gale built from the downward maw of the pipe. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 7: Evaluation)_ Chapter 8: The Wash Room “I remember this place,” the wiry Sybil exclaimed as the four exited a side passage into a huge manni-era storm drain. Her dark eyes flashed. “I’ve been here before.” A wide rubber conveyor belt scrolled at hip-height along the center of the corridor like a black river, banked by two-foot high metal walls. While its purpose was unclear, its presence was ominous. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 8: The Wash Room)_ Chapter 9: Megan’s Frustration Megan couldn’t sleep. Her mind whirled with erotic imagery. She’d spent hours laying in her blanket, thinking about what she’d do to Kate when she returned to Sheepish, every knot, every giggled promise, every touch, every playful humiliation. Kate would become her play doll. How fun it would be. She tried to clear her head, to push the purple-haired girl from her thoughts. But then her eyes would fall on Sybil, laying in Kiyoko’s silk bindings, tucked up nice and tidy, so trim in her black underthings. At the sight of her softly trussed party member, a yearning rose within her. She found herself desiring to kneel next to the bound girl, to whisper, “I understand you. I trust you,” as she touched her, hesitantly at first, then with a growing boldness, exploring Sybil’s dark concavities, bringing comfort to her in a most sympathetic yet knowing manner. ...

To review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge To understand the Gai Shift, please read the previous story Gai-Shift prior to reading this one. Chapter 1: The Angel’s First Victim Chief Officer Constance Drummand sat at her desk in the Central London Precinct House, reviewing the overnight arrest reports. It was the usual lot; half of them were arrests made by her officers for offences ranging from skirts being too high, too low, or simply unfashionable. One or two bad hairdo arrests. Vagrancy (which could be interpreted as lingering too long before a shop window) also ranked high. The other half of the arrests where citizen’s arrests, where the perpetrator was simply left bound and gagged on the station’s doorstep. Often, it would be up to the Judge-Mistresses to determine the offence. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Angel 1: The Angel’s First Victim)_ To review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge To understand the Gai Shift, please read the previous story Gai-Shift prior to reading this one. Chapter 2: Captain Zana Hoffsteder Chief Officer Drummand paused before the shop windows of Harrods, wincing at the shill voices of the paper-girls. “London in grip of Biblical forces,” called one. " ‘Knightsbridge Angel’ claims another victim," cried another. Constance could only stand before the shop window, waiting for the dread of failure to pass. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Angel 2: Captain Zana Hoffsteder)_ To review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge To understand the Gai Shift, please read the previous story Gai-Shift prior to reading this one. Chapter 3: ‘Great Expectations’ Another night passed. In a high loft, a flower girl struggled against her unshiftable ropes, her hard nipples and moistened mat a clear sign of the fearful excitement coursing through her. Gagged, her thoughts spun a desperate mantra; “I’m just a flower girl! What does it want with me? I’m just a flower girl…” ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Angel 3: ‘Great Expectations’)_ To review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge To understand the Gai Shift, please read the previous story Gai-Shift prior to reading this one. Chapter 4: Caught in the Trap Petunia’s knees had been drawn up before her, allowing her to watch with petulant resignation as Constance knotted them together. Sighing, she rolled her shoulders, an action which caused the ropes incasing her exposed body to creak. Sitting propped against the baseboard of Constance’s bedroom, wrists captured behind her back, every limb pinned, she was a naked Venus, tight cords taking the role of a fluttering silken wrap. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Chapter 1: Megan’s Bull Round Up The young woman pushed west across the high English hills, the wind caressing her brown bobbed hair. She seemed under-dressed for pushing though the high heather in her blue jumper and sensible shoes. However, the brambles appeared to offer no resistance, somehow untwining and untangling as she approached and springing back after her passage. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Green Chapter 1: Megan’s Bull Round Up)_ Chapter 2: Chlorophene the Druid Megan sat against the hard mud-baked wall, her wrists lashed back and up to her shoulderblades in reverse-prayer. In locking her wrists against her back, more braided-vine ropes banded her chest, making her modest breasts strain against the fabric of her jumper. Her legs were tied Indian-fashion, knees out and level, ankles counter-crossed and corded tightly. To top things off, a hawsered line ran from ankles to neck-loop, hunching her forward. Any comments she might have made were silenced by a natural woven fabric that formed an uncompromising gag. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Green Chapter 2: Chlorophene the Druid)_ Chapter 3: Fairies & the sacred glade There is a story about two girls in the woods. They run along the broad grassy glades, the sunlight dancing on their full crinolines, their parasols spinning and Yippie the tiny dog trotting at their ribbon-slippered heels. After a delightful picnic of tea and cucumber sandwiches, they spend the long afternoon gathering flowers. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ _Chapter 1: Laundry Service With thanks to Brushslut_ She stood in the doorway, the Pacific sun at her back, her black mop of hair swirling in the salt-hinted breeze, her tawny limbs shapely and strong. A step brought her into the shadowy lobby, the glare cut away to revel a strong sexual face, her lips wide and soft, her eyes dark and promising. With a trained eye, she scanned the vestibule as if seeking dust or disorder. Then her eyes stopped, taking in the thing that hung in the corner. As if unsure, she took a step closer, her high heels authoritative in the stillness. And she smiled. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Hotel California Chapter 1: Laundry Service)_ To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from part 1 _Chapter 2: Complimentary Package With thanks to Brushslut_ Li-Jack found himself flat on his back, stripped naked except for the humiliating testicle cage. He was on a soft bed in one of the guest rooms, the wind from the street playing across his exposed flesh, comforting in an invasive way. His hands were bound together to the headboard. His feet were likewise trussed, locked down by a line that looped under the bed, presumably anchored to its frame. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Hotel California Chapter 2: Complimentary Package)_ To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from part 2 _Chapter 3: Hang Out the Washing With thanks to Brushslut_ She had been Barbette’s senior by two years, a vast difference from a teenager’s perspective. She was also a farm girl from the next valley over, strong and healthy. And when the young Barbette hunted truffles in the Gascony woods, she had, herself, been hunted! ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Chapter 1: Megan the Witch “Entrée,” Lady Petunia Goldwaith responded to the knock on her chamber door. The girl who entered was Indian, her lithesomely svelte torso garbed with a modest sari. “Ah, Rani! How good of you to visit. How are your preparations for your expedition into the Pit coming?” ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Magic 1: Megan the Witch)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 2: Plotting of Witches Tameran the witch knew what she was doing. She crept through the pre-dawn darkness, her shoes off to lessen the sound of her rounded body slipping through the foliage, her hands laden with coils of strong white rope. The autumn-blonde girl wrinkled her pug nose in concentration, peering through the darkness, trying to make out Zelda’s cottage. When she thought of that beanstalk glasses-perched-on-nose snooty-puss, she found her hands gripping the ropes in tight anticipation. All she had to do was sneak into her sister witch’s cottage and carefully bind up her sleeping counterpart. Once she had the other’s wrists corded up, the rest would be easy. She could take her time, trussing up the tall girl in a web of tight ropes, ropes around her ankles and knees, encasing her body, pinning her breasts, lacing up her dry little twat. And once she had her bundled, there might even be time to play. It was not like Zelda’s nightgown would prevent eager pinchings and strokings. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Magic 2: Plotting of Witches)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 3: Let Good Things come to All Megan set her bicycle against a stump and looked up the long hill towards distant Stonehenge. The Coven had not come for her this morning. That had been the plan, right? That they would all send magic remotely to the magic staff placed in the center of this pagan site the night before. That the power of five witches would be increasingly and exponentially stored in its knobby, twisty form. That they would share it. But nobody had come for her. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Chapter 1: Kate out of the Frying Pan… The digital clocks of our world cannot run backwards. Constructed of circuit boards and powered by electricity, they only go forward. The intricate pocket watches of the Gai-Shift dimension, where women are pawns of each other’s bonds and men are amusing property, can technically move backwards. By pulling the fob out, the hands of the clock can be spun in true-counterclockwise fashion. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Oasis Chapter 1: Kate out of the Frying Pan…)_ Chapter 2: Carin the Flower Vitch Somehow Kate sensed that this teleport had dropped her down inside the base of the tall-tower. Before she recovered a voice shrilled out, “Oh look, a newbie!” Instantly soft hands, feminine hands, countless in number yet firm in grip, pinned her down against a pillowy surfaces. There was a confused blur of flesh, all colors of skintones in various states of undress. A hand clamped over her mouth, more hands cupped her eyes, her limbs were pulled wide apart and someone giggled throatily in her ear. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Oasis Chapter 2: Carin the Flower Vitch)_ Chapter 3: Guests of Ra’idah Nudge… Nudge… Kate awoke to an insistent blunt prodding, fluttered her purple eyelashes, yawned, stretched her arms. Then she saw the domed roof, the cozy rounded room and the thoroughly trussed, muted and blindfolded blonde nuzzling her and remembered where she was. Ra’idah’s harem. Carin had lain in overnight bondage, roped up by an alarmed Kate (who’d been unnerved by her plots of tulip-trussing revenge against her turncoat village). Yet now, after a full night’s sleep, those reservations seemed insignificant. Kate sat up, her trim body as naked as the day she was born, and looked down at her friend. The poor Dutch witch lay face down, hands and feet locked back into a well-knotted hogtie, her torso anchored with endless coils of rope. Her limbs were so trim and strong that Kate found her passions stirring. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Oasis Chapter 3: Guests of Ra’idah)_ Chapter 4: Miriam’s Whinery *The new schoolteacher stood before her class, trying not to totter in her high laced boots and sheath-sheer dress, her hair a black blossom around her apple-like face. She knew they were plotting. Twenty young girls, all a week into legality, whispering, passing notes and even ropes. On her desk, in lieu of an apple, sat a red ballgag. She’d thought she’d seen a bondage sack in the cloak room when she’d entered. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Oasis Chapter 4: Miriam’s Whinery)_ Chapter 5: Ra’idah’s Delight *Whatever chance her students had had, they’d lost it. That first day, they hadn’t quite gotten the courage to jump their new schoolmistress. They’d been about to, so close, ropes in hand, eyes flashing with intent. But she’d whirled on them with her high boots and long tight skirt, her dark eyes flashing with wicked promise. Then she’d thrust her pointer at the ringleader and sizzle-quizzed her. When she’d failed (as the schoolmistress had known she would) a flicking pointer gestured to the corner stool, the dunce seat. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Oasis Chapter 5: Ra’idah’s Delight)_ Chapter 6: Kate’s Plan A few days later, Carin returned to their sleeping nook after a few hours of Sultha to find Kate sitting on the throw pillows, sultry in her harem silks, her expression fixed. In her capable fingers were long silk scarves. “I want to tie you up,” she said simply. Carin was not one to waste an opportunity. She turned and crossed her wrists behind her, craning a look back past creamy shoulder and tumbling blonde hair as Kate tugged the silky coils snugly around the Dutchwoman’s sensitive wrists. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ _Chapter 1: Missionary Work with thanks to SkyHawk7x_ _April 12, 199_ Dear Diary; This is Annie’s diary, and I’m Annie. Hello! I decided to start this diary the moment I heard the amazing news – I’m going to Africa for missionary work! Wow! Except I couldn’t write anything at the time because Mother Superior was cording my hands firmly into the small of my back and calling for the carriage to carry us to London. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 9: A Thief in the Night)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 10: Another One Down… with thanks to SkyHawk7x April 21, 199_Well, diary, I’m in it again._ We’re sitting on the sands of a western beach in Africa, somewhere just south of Port Mons. Over the nearby lagoon (with its lurking evil, how well I know), the Lola Montez churns south against the sun-flared dusk, its decks akimbo with cheerful lights. Around us are stacked the provisions of our trip. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 10: Another One Down…)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 11: Dangling Like Fruit with thanks to SkyHawk7x April 22, 199_Awake rested and sated, my poor black play-slave (i.e. Chespeake) groaning as her bound thumbs and toes are cut loose. Her relief is only temporary – following breakfast, her arms are re-trussed with baggage across her shoulders and back. She must remain our captive if only to maintain discipline over our three bearers._ ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 11: Dangling Like Fruit)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 12: Foul Treachery! with thanks to SkyHawk7x April 23, 199_Foul treachery!_ I squat under bushes in the pre-dawn light, garbed in nothing save my habit, lacking boots and even underwear. Adara lays at my side in her nightie. We watch the clearing as Jumbe and her two turncoat underlings root about for us, then turn their frustrations on poor, helpless Chespeake. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 12: Foul Treachery!)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 13: Stuck in the Mire with thanks to SkyHawk7x April 24, 199_It’s the day following the betrayal. Adara Burke, my shapely Welsh journalist, and I have been fleeing Jumbe, Mosi and Pili, three rope-bearing native girls who have had instigated the disappearance of every other woman in our party. We are all that is left._ ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 13: Stuck in the Mire)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 14: Pili’s Story with thanks to SkyHawk7x Twenty-five days beyond the season of rains I am Pili, daughter of Milli, granddaughter of Vanilli. I of am the Amahagger tribe. I speak their tongue. I speak, too, the tongue of the English. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 14: Pili’s Story)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 15: Simply Savored with thanks to SkyHawk7x Twenty-five days beyond the season of rains, sunset I am Pili, daughter of Milli, granddaughter of Vanilli. To me has gone Sister’s diary, to create the magic of recounting. To me has gone the role of storyteller. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 15: Simply Savored)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 16: Out of the Pot & Into the Fire with thanks to SkyHawk7x Twenty-six days beyond the season of rains I am Pili, daughter of Milli, granddaughter of Vanilli. I woke up this morning stiff, my wrists and ankles roped back under me, my hands and feet numb from my weight and the tight ropes. In my mouth, I still carry Sister’s taste from the soup we made of her. It is overscored with the taste of my friends whom I was forced to lick and service though the crazed night. I can still remember them pressuring me to do things while they feverishly grappled each other, a whirl of black woman-flesh. Now my round friend Mosi lays face down in my crotch, snoring, her drool mixing with my dried woman-juice. Jumbe, tall and elegant, reclines nearby, regal even in her sexual disarray. I find myself looking over her body as best I can (how did my glasses end up on her nose?!?), enjoying the long sweeping curves of her torso, her perfect black skin, skin I tasted (that I was force-fed) overnight. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 16: Out of the Pot & Into the Fire)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 17: Diamonds are a Girls best friend… with thanks to SkyHawk7x Twenty-six days beyond the season of rains, afternoon I am Pili, and I own white women. Well, perhaps technically it is Noblewoman Jumbe who owns them. Or perhaps it is the below-god, the voice behind the wall that animates the magical machines, who owns them. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 17: Diamonds are a Girls best friend…)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 18: Mosi’s Downfall with thanks to SkyHawk7x Thirty days beyond the season of rains I am Pili. I sit on my narrow lonely bed in my narrow, lonely room, Sister’s diary on my lap. I read her words. I read her thoughts. I read of the temple of Astarte, of Mother Superior. I read of her intentions of forming a convent in Africa where women would be bound to their beds, rattling in their lusts and they are endlessly serviced through the long sultry nights. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 18: Mosi’s Downfall)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 19: Pili to the rescue with thanks to SkyHawk7x Thirty-three days beyond the season of rains I am Pili. I am in love. I have grown to love Sister. I have read her diary about the adoration she grants the captives of her goddess. I have read of the long nights of nuzzling happiness she shares with them. I find myself craving her touch, her knots, her imprisonment. Slavery to Mosi is as rough and demanding as diamond processing. Slavery to Sister would be soft, caring, comforting bondage. I would give anything to join her convent. But I do not know how that can ever be. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 1: Missionary Work)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 2: All Aboard with thanks to SkyHawk7x April 13, 199_Dear Diary;_ The London Pool, dockside… Crowds, shipping, noise of all sorts… Airships tethered to the Tower Bridge, filling the sky like bulging penises… A stack of Chinese and Indian servant girls wrapped up in thick rugs, awaiting import inspection (and customs interrogation tickling)… Irish women emigrants, sturdy, rosy, cheerful, their belongings wrapped up in over-shoulder bindles, their mannis standing in simple domestication, head and torsos tightly wrapped in potato sacks and harsh farm rope… The lanes filled with omnibuses and steam lorries…. two sailorwomen fighting in the gutter, the ropes and harsh gag awaiting the loser… A passing aristocrat, her offspring and maids following like ducklings… a press-gang sorting their ropes… tough women convicts chained in a line, their hands lashed behind their back like chickens dressed for dinner, outbound for Australia… Over it all, the ironwork flank of the Lola Montez, vast with its dark funnels, ponderous paddle wheels, secondary masts and endless chrome… ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 2: All Aboard)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 3: Priestess’s Habits with thanks to SkyHawk7x April 13, 199_(later, and sadder, that day)_ Dear Diary; I am sorry, my diary, for the harsh pen-strokes and blotting tear-stains. I am sitting at the small cabin desk, my gawky habit-draped frame bowed in despair, booted toes cocked down, knees together. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 3: Priestess’s Habits)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 4: A Tricky Witch with thanks to SkyHawk7x April 14, 199_“The point of a chastity belt,” Adara tells me as we stroll to Lola Montez’s promenade deck, the Kentish coast a white highlight starboard-aft, “is to deny orgasms. Chesapeake was as skanky as a Irish bog when I finally pealed her belt off.”_ ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 4: A Tricky Witch)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 5: The Stowaway with thanks to SkyHawk7x April 16, 199_We’re out of the Channel and booming down the Spanish coast, the sun high and hot, the ship straining under its sails and pounding paddlewheels. We ladies, myself, Adara the journalist, Lady Goldwaith and Kate, her niece, are amusing ourselves at shuffleboard. I cannot help but notice the distinctive way her Ladyship thrusts her cue, launching it forward with an almost sensuous thrust._ ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 5: The Stowaway)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 6: Full Service with thanks to SkyHawk7x the street of looking for missing held her down and tickled her until weeping. “Five blocks down,” she readied their ropes and plugs annot enter,” she screa pinned them thrust ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 6: Full Service)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 7: Crossing the Line with thanks to SkyHawk7x April 17, 199_by Adara Burke, reporter for The Sun_ I prefer past-tense; newspaper writing is always the was, rather than the is. A force of habit, so I recorded the events of this day in my own style. I’m sure Sister Annie would want things documented. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 7: Crossing the Line)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 8: Meeting the Natives with thanks to SkyHawk7x April 20, 199_Trapped within its tight loops of palisades, Port Mons huddles against the encroachment of the luscious jungle. It is a town in fear, Captain Barberis tells us. The jungle that embraces its fearful districts has taken too many native girls already, girls absented for a month and then returned, shaken, somber and secretive._ ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 8: Meeting the Natives)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 9: A Thief in the Night with thanks to SkyHawk7x April 21, 199_I’m finally able to stop shaking enough to write. It’s early in the morning, 3am. I’m in the crew galley, Captain Barberis just turning away, our interview complete. Adara Burke, wrapped in a bathrobe, murmurs with the captain, confirming our debarking will still take place as planned. Kate glares at me as if I were at fault for what happened to Petunia. A cup of coffee steams at my rope-marked elbow._ ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Chapter 1: Test & Capture The button-cute, blonde-mopped, tool-festooned girl stood before the harvester-sized machine in the empty hanger and hugged her slender body in glee. Van adored it when a test run went so well. The device looked like an old LNER Mallard, bright blue, festooned with chrome and brass. Instead of drivers, it squatted on bogies. And between headlamp and pilot-wheel gaped a metallic maw. Like catfish whiskers, telescoping brass rods, tipped with gloved clutchers, hung to each side. Where a driver’s platform would have been perched the gleaming cogs of a computational machine, slowly clicking though its programming cards. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Peregrine 1: Test & Capture)_ Chapter 2: Josie & the Foot Tease Executive Officer Petra, big and blonde and buff, had no problem dealing with little Van. Entering the small airship stateroom with the protesting engineer thrown over her shoulder, she spun her easily around and tossed her to the narrow bed. “Captain Hoffsteder said to show me to my room,” Van protested as she bounced like a quarter on the tightly tucked bedding. “Not to manhandle me like a sack of grain!” ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Peregrine 2: Josie & the Foot Tease)_ Chapter 3: Hisstle the Catwoman “When I first saw you come aboard with your tools, I thought you were a technophile,” Captain Zana Hoffsteder admitted from where she sprawled at the head of a galley table, one black-booted leg tossed over an armrest. “Perhaps you are some other sort of ‘phile.” Van frowned from the door. She still had her black (to hide grease-and-oil smudges) top and her hip-hugging tan pants, tapering snugly at mid-shin. But where her feet had been shod in manni-blunt boots, they were now literally captured in black over-strapped sandals, her toenails garish scarlet, tiny silver heart-shaped locks tinkling at her ankles. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Peregrine 3: Hisstle the Catwoman)_ Chapter 4: Bound for Pleasure Airshipwoman Josie leaned against a bridge console, shifted her ponderous leather-harnessed breasts and sighed. At least she could look across the crowded bridge to where Van stood, so darling in those sky-high sandals still locked on her feet. She mused about how the fetish footwear exaggerated the curves of Van’s trim legs, forcing her feet and toes into cruel restriction. Delicious. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Peregrine 4: Bound for Pleasure)_ Chapter 5: Petra’s humiliation Executive Officer Petra eased along the spindly walkway, surrounded by massive lung-like canvas gas cells. In her determined hands jutted a loaded and cocked bolomusket. Behind her trailed two leather-bodied airshipwomen, a dour bony-nosed blonde and a petite brunette. Their names weren’t important. Nothing was important save getting a clean shot at that the feline intruder who’d now carried off most of the crew. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Peregrine 5: Petra’s humiliation)_ Chapter 6: The trap is set… Captain Zana Hoffsteder walked slowly along the row of staterooms. Tall and proportioned and commanding, her body snugly tucked into her rubberized airship suit, the confusion of her hair over her shoulders matched the confusion her sky-blue, bispeckled eyes. Her entire crew - other than one useless girl - had been spirited away by her passenger’s amorous cat-girl. One by one the crew had been snarled by the creature’s ropes, their clothing stripped away, their passions empathetical broadcast for all to savor. The ship, deprived of its womanized fuel source, drifted in clouds, position uncertain. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Peregrine 6: The trap is set…)_ Chapter 7: Best laid plans… Van unrolled the engineering diagram of the Unbound Pleasure on the galley table before her, placing a horizontal ruler down its length and ripping off a line. Her button nose wrinkled – she smelled so skanky. Hard to tell how many times she’d cum over the last few days, what with catlike Hisstle’s rapinely ravenous radiations flooding the ship. But that wasn’t important right now. Nothing was important save the calculations before her. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Chapter 1: Orders Doctor Livy Stone frowned from her seat aboard the steam omnibus, her tidy black dress cocked from her crossed leg, her severe boot bobbing in agitation. Her narrow face scowled as she considered the interview of the past hour and the jeopardy it had placed her in. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Chapter 1: Lady M’s Manor _The bedroom was finely furnished, its oak-paneled walls gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight. Against one wall, a massively plush four-poster bed. Opposite, the writing desk and pneumatic message tubing. Between them stood high arched windows that looked out into the lush grounds of Lady M___’s estate. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Reversal 1: Lady M’s Manor)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 2: Barbette The women assembled in Lady M___’s parlor stood in various degrees of agitation, excitement, or swoonage._ The Baroness Manchester smiled to one and all, her smirk firm yet not as firm as the erection that bulged against the front of her loose pants. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Reversal 2: Barbette)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 3: Baroness Manchester’s Device Barbette stumbled along the darkened hall, her arms lassoed to her sides, the leads gripped by three apologetic maids. What protests she might have voiced were efficiently plugged by the bright red ball gag. The cotton slip that barely concealed her slender body had ridden up on the lowest coil, revealing her left buttock and exposing her heated mound. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Chapter 1: Petra’s Homecoming Desolation. Nothing but grassy wastes and mudbogs all the way to its straight-edge horizon. Through it ran a dirt road that probably went to faraway, more interesting places. Overhead, the pale blue sky hung like a dusty cathedral dome. The steady wind carried a cool edge, hinting at a distant inclemency. If anything, the change of weather might liven up the pointless scenery. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Snowbound Chapter 1: Petra’s Homecoming)_ To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from Part One Chapter 2: Cossacks They came for her the next day, a staggered line of rough horsewomen garbed in chapped pants and goat-fur vests. Their dirty and cruel faces, traced with Mongol heritage, smirked down from beneath greasy cylindrical caps. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Snowbound Chapter 2: Cossacks)_ To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from Part Two Chapter 3: Anna Oblonsky “Introducing First Officer Petra,” the courtier bellowed, “of the airship Unbound Pleasure!” Petra paused in the high doorway to the Oblonsky estate ballroom, the eyes of the room upon her. Hundreds of women stared, some garbed in fine ribbons and fabrics, others done up in them. Music wafted overhead, but it was laced with whispered gossip. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Snowbound Chapter 3: Anna Oblonsky)_ To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from Part 3 Chapter 4: Anna’s Toy Petra’s sky blue eyes eased open. She wasn’t in her airship bunk; she was on a huge white-sheeted bed, larger than her stateroom aboard the Unbound Pleasure, vast and soft and crisp. She shifted slightly, felt the nibble of the ropes the maids had applied the night before, ropes pinning her wrists behind her back, her feet together, with a loose link between them. Then it came to her: she was lying helpless in the bed of her enemy. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Chapter 1: Manni Surprise Van lay in her broad bed, curled under the sheets like some languid golden-haired feline. It was a slow, sunny morning and nothing was pressing. All of the automated devices of the Goldwaith country estate were functional; the mail tubes, the rope sorters, the auto-winches. Even the woman-traps that dotted the grounds were primed to bundle up trespassing poachers. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Some Like it Knot 1: Manni Surprise)_ Chapter 2: Escape? Colette and Cindy, the two maids, wrapped each other in tight embraces and shared a good scream. The subject of their scream, Van (one a cocky little engineer girl, but now an engineer with a cock, complements of Sasha the vengeful sex-changing witch), winced. It didn’t help that the girls’ lusty distress was making his doggie sit up and beg. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Some Like it Knot 2: Escape?)_ Chapter 3: The New Maid Van winced his way down the hall, inexperienced in his high heels. Even as a girl (before the curse had turned Van’s world and chromosomes on their heads), she’d never liked them. Too tall, too unstable, a design with nothing going for it but ascetics. But now he had to wear them, along with the too-short skirt (another nervous hem-pull), the frilly apron and black wig. It was madness to hide in the Goldwaith Estate while Miss Anna and the others were beating around the bush for him. But it would be greater madness to slip through their lines with that sex-crazed gypsy woman laying in wait just beyond the estate’s borders. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Some Like it Knot 3: The New Maid?)_ Chapter 4: Pajama Party With his new body and untested sexuality, Van was trying to keep a low profile and an even lower angle-of-attack on his fleshy fifth limb (which was becoming more difficult to manage than the pre-cursed gender-unhappy tomboy could have anticipated). Trapped in the Goldwaith estate by a hungry gypsy with a sweet-tooth for sweet-boys, the she-now-he had been forced to don wig, sleeper and girlish demeanor to escape notice by the amorous staff. He’d even had to trick the busty mature head-of-staff into a cold clutches of the mechanical intelligences (MIs) who were even now pluming her sexual depths in some dark crawlspace where her muffled moans and warbles would pass unnoticed. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Some Like it Knot 4: Pajama Party?)_ Chapter 5: Cindy the Rubenisque Maid It was Van’s moment. In a body now his (rather than hers) he was finally going to experience an orgasm in the configuration he’d long fantasized about. Between his naked legs an unmasked erection throbbed. On the bed before him, Cindy the Rubenisque maid languished in her tight ropes, her arms lashed up behind her, her straining legs frogtied back, her eager body quivering like a racehorse in harness. This would be no rape, no, rather more of a joint explosion of lust with her body pre-positioned by ropes applied by her giggling departed girlfriends. The only possible witness of this illicit act (illicit for the fact that Van was now an unregistered manni) was Colette the petite French maid, but seeing how she, herself, was tied in humiliating restriction and locked in a nearby wardrobe left her not in a position to interrupt. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Chapter 1: Coming of the Norsewomen It was a London unrecognizable by our money-driven, computer-threaded, media-shouting world, a London divergent from ours by the amazing biological thunder-flash of 1922. In this London airships loiter from the Tower Bridge masts, steam omnibuses stutter about the streets and the skies clear of smog and the walls, graffiti. Its sidewalks team with women, some proudly strutting, some secured and meek (a role often changing weekly). Socially beneath them scuttle men (or mannis), belted and strapped and subservient, property of their mistresses. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Thermocline Chapter 1: Coming of the Norsewomen)_ Chapter 2: Weapons of Mass Depravity Her clothing was at odds with her surroundings. The black latex bodysuit which displayed her body’s lusty contours contrasted to the heavy Victorian furnishings of the locked, curtained room. The only sound came from her rasping breathing and the tick of an oak-cased clock, counting down the seconds until the promised moment she would be unmercifully ravaged. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Thermocline Chapter 2: Weapons of Mass Depravity)_ Chapter 3: Captain Hallerna’s Organ Recital The Kraken cleared the mouth of the Thames by midafternoon. At her periscope stood a fearsome armored figure, breastplated (the ample breasts required great amounts of plating), mighty thighs sheathed in cuisses, the horned helmet hiding all but icy blue eyes and a resolute jawline. The unneeded periscope was slapped down as one would an insolent manni’s rod. A barked command to the XO: “Hold this course and depth. And have the prisoner brought to my stateroom.” ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Thermocline Chapter 3: Captain Hallerna’s Organ Recital)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 4: Release the Lancers Second Officer Petra crashed through the door of the Unbound Pleasure’s cargo area, a not-so-subtle dildo gripped in her hand. Sergeant Featherthrust looked up from where she’d been massaging the input data to her five leather-sheathed, tightly-belted lancers, working them to fever-pitch in anticipation to deployment. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Thermocline Chapter 4: Release the Lancers)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 5: A Fire on the Sea Van sighed as she sat on the Kraken’s curved hull, watching a huge slick of lubricating oil slowly drift away from the dock, slipping out of the pine-shrouded fjord for the open sea. ...

(story continues from The World of the Gai Shift | Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge)_ Explore a world which women rule, a world without wars, pestilence - or pesky domineering men! Slaves to their female masters, they exist only to provide pleasure… Chapter 1: Welcome to the world of the Gai-Shift Sergeant Thompson lead the retreat, speeded by whining enemy bullets, hampered by his aging body’s arthritis. The dozen men who were all that was left of his regiment dove into their familiar defensive trench. The sacrifices of the dead had not moved the Germans back a single foot. This came as no surprise; nothing had worked over the eight years the Great War had so far run. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift 9: Chespeake)_ Chapter 10: Captain Zana Hoffsteder Captain Zana Hoffsteder stood in the warm Ecuadorian dawn which flooded the control cabin of the Unbound Pleasure. Around her, the vast airship readied itself for its inland journey. It was one of those rare times when most of the crew were at their stations and not secured for flight. Likely the only one bound was the airship’s diminutive cook, whom had been mockingly stripped and hogtied in a large serving tray in the small galley. Vegetables had been placed creatively around her. When Zana had seen this, she’d acted promptly, jamming an apple poetically into the angry woman’s mouth. One had to consider appearances, of course. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift 10: Captain Zana Hoffsteder)_ Chapter 11: The Sister with the Forward Tail The late afternoon sun filled the jungle clearing with a warm glow, casting the grass in gold. There was no silence, just an ongoing chittering from monkeys and the squawk and flutter of exotic birds. Eden had returned to Earth. Then a vast shadow fell over the grasses, and a thundering rumble stilled the animal’s chatter. A moment later, a rope spun down into the grass. A woman, clad in a rubberized suit, slid down the line with expert dexterity, followed by another. The two moved quickly, looping its end around the stump of a long-fallen tree. This done, one of them waved, signaling their accomplishment. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift 11: The Sister with the Forward Tail)_ Chapter 12: Bert51 to the Rescue Bert51 moaned. How had his life come to this? Only a week ago, he’d been happy in the Royal Stables, content to suffer his bondages and to occasionally jolly the lady riders. And now here he was, bound hand and foot with rough hemp ropes, laying on the woven grass carpets in the bedchamber of a juiced up Ecuadorian queen, his body throbbing after being used, molested, probed, licked, tickled, thrust, raped, wrenched, wenched, gnawed, and vacuum-pumped. The queen, it would seem, had had a strong reaction to Lady Goldwaith’s elixir. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift 1: World of the Gai-Shift)_ Chapter 2: Queen Lilla’s Mission The airship Sky Groper dropped through the last of the clouds, its recombination steam engines ticking over, easing towards the Tower Bridge mooring mast. Captain Zana Hoffsteder played its wheel with a lover’s touch, quietly calling out control changes to the women sharing the bridge. She was a slender woman, her trim body well displayed in the rubberized airship suit. Hair as black as midnight tumbled over her trim shoulders. Her small lips pursed as she worked out the final maneuvers to bring her ship in. Behind the small round glasses clipped to her narrow nose, eyes as pale as high-altitude clouds coolly measured speed, distance, and closure. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift 2: Queen Lilla’s Mission)_ Chapter 3: ‘Unbound Pleasure’ Chief Officer Constance Drummand crossed her slender arms and watched the bridge activity as the Unbound Pleasure climbed through 10,000 feet, turning onto yet another new heading. Constance was well out of her normal environment; her slender body sheathed in a rubber airship suit, standing in a gondola reeking of newness, on her way to some lost Ecuadorian tribe. She shook her head in amazement, her short scarlet hair brushing unfelt over her encased shoulders. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift 3: ‘Unbound Pleasure’)_ Chapter 4: Bert51 Eventually, after Chief Officer Constance had her fill of tormenting her bound manni, Bert51, with fingers and darting tongue, she removed her muffling hand and allowed her tormented captive to tell his story. = O = There is not much to say about my early life. My boyhood in the state manni farm in the country was pleasant. Just days of idyllic work, schooling and play under the watchful eyes of the nannies. Occasionally an older boy would disappear following his monthly physical exam. I thought nothing of it until that day the doctor looked up, my balls cupped in her hand. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift 4: Bert51)_ Chapter 5: Engine Room “So, Constance,” asked Lady Petunia Goldwaith over her coffee cup’s rim, “Would you like to see our airship’s propulsion system? Chief Officer Constance Drummand looked up from her small plate of eggs. The three women; herself, the scientist and Zana Hoffsteder, the Unbound Pleasure’s captain, were sharing a light breakfast in the rear of the bridge. The morning sun shimmered across the waves of the Atlantic Ocean some five thousand feet below. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift 5: Engine Room)_ Chapter 6: Miss Anna Lady Petunia filled their glasses with a splash of bourbon, the endless sky visible through the stateroom window at her back. Constance sat in a small fold-down stool, while Captain Zana leaned against the desk, her long rubber-clad legs crossed before her. Once all the glasses were filled, she began her tale. = O = I was a quiet girl, very sweet and demure (Hoffsteder and Drummand exchanged glances at this). My childhood was very happy; good friends, Mother’s estate to race around on, a phalanx of maids to watch me, and my many science experiments. Mother was never there, of course, as she spent much of her time down in London, at play or plays-I’m not sure which. Still, I was happy enough. That is, until Miss Anna came. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift 7: Pollywogs)_ Chapter 8: High Mistress of Ecuador “I didn’t think you’d be up this early,” Captain Zana Hoffsteder noted, adjusting her small glasses. “And what ever have you done to Lady Goldwaith? It’s a look that certainly works for her.” Constance Drummand knew she, herself, looked shopworn. Even crisply attired in the black leather skirt, white blouse, and boots of the London Police Force, the weariness shown through. After all, it had only been five short hours ago when Zana finally unbuckled her from the cabin bulkhead, allowing her to crumple to the decking in a post-orgasmic funk. She didn’t even remember Petra carrying her to her cabin. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift 6: Miss Anna)_ Chapter 7: Pollywogs The Unbound Pleasure throbbed west, its massive shadow thrusting over Puerto Rico’s lush hills. To catch favorable winds, they dropped low over southern Cuba, the pulse of their propellers rising the faces of brightly-dressed women and imprisoned men. The warmer lower-altitude air convinced Captain Hoffsteder to order the cabin windows opened, to admit the jungle’s scent. Constance Drummand leaned out an open port, the sun hot on her rubber-clad back, the wind a caress across her cheek. Endless treetops slid past two hundred feet below, then a clearing where a naked man lay pegged out on the grass. A dark woman, scantily clad in a swimsuit, played with his body with a willowy peacock feather. She twisted to look up at the passing airship, waving gaily. Constance smiled and returned the greeting. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift 7: Pollywogs)_ Chapter 9: Chespeake Lady Petunia Goldwaith smiled into the cloth gag that had been lovingly forced between her pearl-like teeth. She was laying on her back on a smooth plank, belts holding her amply-curved body fast. She’d been slid like a drawer into the wall of the passion hostel. From a hook at her side hung her purple dress, her boots, her corset, and the monoglove Constance had forced on her that morning. And now Constance was detained in the palace of the High Mistress of Equator, while she was waiting with expectation for… well, for whatever would happen next. ...

Linda shivered before dusk but not from any chill. Her “real” body was back in her apartment, hooked up to her computer which fed her mind virtual images. In this make-believe land, she stood atop a grassy ridge, naked as the day she’d been born, looking down at the sluggish brown river threading through the darkening jungle. A newbie at simucroms, she found the realism amazing. A rustle behind her brought her heart to her mouth, and she whirled to find a small Indian woman standing where none had been a moment ago. She was clothed in a sari which flowed from her compact breasts to her small bare feet like silken vapor. From her forehead, a ruby glimmered in the rising moonlight. ...

Explore a world which women rule, a world without wars, pestilence - or pesky domineering men! Slaves to their female masters, they exist only to provide pleasure… Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Presented is a who’s who and what’s what of the Gai-Shift world, for those who came in late or might need a refresher. For the characters, I’ve included the story set (in parenthesis) where they made their debut. Hopefully readers will find this guide of interest and use. ...