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. ...