(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. ...