(story continues from The Cargo 4)_ Cast Sabina – Ship’s captain. Celes – Ship’s engineer/2nd mate, technical wiz. Leece – Genetic engineer on the move with a strange habit of cloning herself. Carrying a dangerous secret. Amanita – Ship’s AI, under going some strange changes. The Muckabout – Mostly automated freighter captained by Sabina. Frostbite – Genetically engineered war machine, with a few small alterations and one, nasty quirk. _back to part four ...

Chapter One: Just another night… Alai walked down the long corridor leading to his dorm room. He shifted the weight of his bookbag on his shoulder as he fumbled for his keys. It has been a long day, and Alai was glad to be back at his room. As Alai rummaged for his keys, he took a moment to enjoy the slippery feeling of the latex briefs he was wearing as underwear under his jeans. He slid his hand over is thigh discreetly inside his pocket, and then pulled up his keys. Just as he was about to put the key in the lock, he heard a voice call down the hall. ...

Chapter Six: “Pack your bags” Outside, someone unzipped the outer chamber easily, and walked in. They were wearing work clothes, the name of some moving company on them. Chet noticed the sounds from where he was locked he was scared, but the oxygen they had pumped in had made him too high to care. One of the females took cutters to the chain holding him to the floor and Alai. Chet fell back onto the floor, naked save the collar and chain around his neck and blindfold on his head. The woman slit the long black leather glove that held his arms behind his back, and proceeded to wrap his arms separately in some thin black plastic. ...

Well, here it is, The Chaperone’s Apprentice, the sequel to Ms Westbury’s Niece. Enjoy Part 1 Cecilia lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling. This last twelve months. Was it all a dream? Would he wake up and find he was still in the old hum-drum World. He pinched himself hard. “Ouch, that hurt.” Cecilia wasn’t sure that one couldn’t dream of pinches but it seemed real enough. But what a year. Twelve months ago all had seemed rosy then, without any warning, he had been summoned to the boss’s office and told that his services were no longer wanted. Going home and wondering what might now become of him, he had picked up a piece of newspaper littering the sidewalk, pavement, he corrected himself, ‘You’re in England now!’ About to drop it in a bin he realised that it was not a local one; rather it was English. He had taken the foreign paper home as something to read and found the advert. ...

(story continues from The Chaperone’s Apprentice) Part 2 Ms Westbury looked up from her big desk in the bay window as Cecilia put down a cup of coffee. She waved a letter. “It is high time that you planned and executed an assignment yourself. We have been asked to carry out a little job that will be an ideal for you to do solo. Pull up a chair and I will tell you about it”. ...

(story continues from The Chaperone’s Apprentice 2) Part 3 “Now that you have had your little practice adventure it is time for a proper one. As I am sure I have said before, the vulgar idea of the rȏle chaperone is incorrect. Original the chaperone was not so much intended to keep the young couple apart as to gently bring it together so that it did not bounce asunder again. We have such a task.” ...

Inspired by an idea from Miss Fuyuko Part 1 I have a Dolly I play with - I feel like a little girl again, I’m so excited! What? What am I, a grown woman, doing playing with Dolls? Let me fill you in… Mistress watched on the webcam she had set up in her Dolly’s bedroom, the image of her girl on the screen, rubbing herself, breathing heavily, until finally coming to orgasm. She sighed, and turned back to the web page, finished putting in her Dolly’s measurements, and then completed the order. ...

The Client by Anne Woolsey Anne was late again. She had tried to get into a morning routine that wouldn’t leave her so late everyday and stressed because of it, but she just couldn’t get moving in the morning. She had a meeting with a client at 8:30. It was 7:30 and the meeting was 45 minutes away. That meant no coffee, which would further darken her mood. The client, Julia Morse, was kind of a pain in the ass, a rich woman who aura of entitlement. She tried to steer or order Anne in directions Anne knew were wrong for the property. If she knew so much, why did she need me, Anne thought as she ran a brush through her shoulder length brown hair. Of course, her hair wasn’t cooperating either so she had to pull it back into a short ponytail. Not at all pleased with how she looked, Anne threw the brush down in frustration. ...

(story continues from The Client)_ The Client 2 by Anne Woolsey Part Two After removing some of the more sensitive ropes, Julia produced a knife. Anne recoiled at the sight of the blade, but Julia calmed her by saying. “On, don’t worry! I’m just going to cut the ropes off. Much faster that way and there is plenty more rope in the car!” Soon Anne was only bound at the wrist and ankles, a pile of cut rope beside her. The numbness abated and she tried to stretch the stiffness out of her body. ...

(story continues from The Client Part 2)_ The Client 3 by Anne Woolsey Part Three Anne watched quietly as Julia began to unlace her boots. “I believe we are the same size, Anne dear. These boots will look stunning on you, although I would have liked a higher heel. A little unpractical out here, don’t you think?” Julia prattled on as if they were having lunch or something. Anne began to wonder about Julia’s sanity. Putting aside the fact that Julia had kidnapped and forcibly restrained Anne, she was certainly acting oddly; carrying on these one sided conversations and laughing at inappropriate spots during the conversation. A chill spread through Anne as she reassessed her earlier thinking that Julia wouldn’t really hurt her! ...

(story continues from The Client Part 3)_ The Client 4 by Anne Woolsey Part Four The trip from the project site to their destination took about 45 minutes. Anne lay quietly on the back seat under the blanket as the vehicle swayed and bounced down the woods road and then cruised smoothly over the paved highways. There was no further chatter from Julia. Apparently she was concentrating on driving and didn’t want to be distracted. ...

Sam, my husband of only three years and I had a pretty good relationship, but there was just something I couldn’t put my finger on that kept bothering me. He was a work from home guy that sold things on the Internet that he never really owned first, a kind of a twenty percent middleman that found and sold things that others wanted. He made good money at it, although how good I wouldn’t find out for some time. Deep down it seemed slightly dishonest to me even though he made no secret about what he did for his happy customers, but that wasn’t what bothered me. ...

(story continues from The Clothes Make The Woman) Part 2: The Princess Room I woke alone in my bed, and the condition of the linens was expected with my actions of the previous night, and they would have to be changed before I slept on them again. I found Sam up early in the kitchen after my shower preparing a light breakfast and coffee for me, he was wearing his guy clothes so he was again Sam to me. I thanked him for breakfast and then told him seriously that I had been thinking about something, and his face froze in a kind of “here it comes” look. I had all I could do to suppress the smirk I felt on the inside as I told him I missed the clothes line smell of fresh linens from my childhood, and asked him if he thought he could put up a line in the back yard to hang “my” sheets on after he washed them. The relief on his face was evident, and he told me I would be sleeping on fresh sheets that night without me actually even having to ask him, his desire to please me with the smallest things evident by his actions. He had even made the coffee stronger that morning the way I like it, and after my first sip I complimented him on it as well. ...

(story continues from The Clothes Make The Woman 2: The Princess Room) Part 3: The Body Suit The time flew by with my Sam almost never present, but his alter ego Samantha was constantly busy maintaining the house and doing all the domestic duties we used to share. I now had the time to join the same health club Beth belonged to, and I reluctantly admitted to my mentor that she was right about there being no downside to Samantha’s service to me, with the exception of my missing sex life. I lamented the fact though that Samantha just wasn’t as neat and tidy as her husband was, as well as being slightly lazy at times. ...

(story continues from The Clothes Make The Woman 3: The Body Suit) Part 4: The Transformation I realised Samantha was much happier now than she ever was as Sam, and I accepted the responsibility to supervise her transformation as far as I was willing to let it go. There was no reason not to get her breasts done, or the hypnosis with how happy she was in the body suit, and we scheduled both things to be done at the same time. The chemical castration patches were the easiest thing of the three to arrange, but would have to wait until her surgery was complete, and she was fully recovered. Samantha came up with the money for the procedure, and I was surprised that she could as I thought her business was just getting by financially. ...

Chapter 1: Rebecca Rebecca had always been a shy girl. All through high school, she said a total of perhaps twenty words a day, and only when directly spoken to. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to speak; she was just too timid to assert her own opinions except when completely necessary. She went through life trying to avoid confrontation, and Rebecca thought the best way to do that was by saying very little except agreements. ...

(story continues from The Coincidence) Part Two Chapter 6: The Getaway Rebecca’s mind was reeling. As she was led to who knows where, she was in shock and couldn’t even process what was going on. She knew that someone was pulling her forward by something attached to a collar around her neck. She knew that her arms were completely bound behind her back She knew that her legs were barely able to move with the restriction of the dress she was wearing and the chains between them. And she knew that she was gagged and blindfolded. But she had no idea what was going on. ...

(story continues from The Coincidence) Part Three Chapter 10: A Friend When Rebecca woke up the next day, she finally felt refreshed. The sickness was gone, and the awful taste was replaced with the taste of Tracy’s wonderful cooking. Rebecca got up quietly so as not to disturb the exhausted Tracy, and showered quickly, the water running over the metal of the collar and chastity belt. Rebecca put her hair up in a high ponytail, noticing in the mirror that the collar said “SLAVE”. Rebecca smiled, understanding why the man called her slave, and pegged it down as another sexy thing. After all, even though she hated the experience, she did successfully get a man. ...

(story continues from The Coincidence 3: A Friend) Part Four Chapter 14: Third Wheel The girls had decided to meet next weekend on Saturday evening, and hang out on Sunday as well. Rebecca left this time with her clothes and their keys, saying that she might go to a bar with Richard on Friday, but promising to drive home separately from him to avoid what Tracy called “funny business”. Tracy wondered how Rebecca would lace herself into a corset, but figured that Rebecca would manage something, or just wear one of her catsuits instead. ...

(story continues from The Coincidence 4: Third Wheel) Part Five Chapter 17: Tracy’s Morning (Afternoon, Actually) Tracy woke up in the afternoon, groaning as she moved her aching body off of the living room couch. Tracy wandered into the kitchen wearing the clothes she slept in, which were yoga pants and a loose T-shirt. Delighted to find coffee already made, Tracy devoured the coffee cold. Tracy looked through her fridge, scrounging around for some food to sate her hunger. Finding some old pizza leftovers, Tracy ate the pizza cold. Her hunger sated, Tracy glanced around for Rebecca, who was clearly awake and had somehow made coffee already. Tracy searched the house, and didn’t see Rebecca anywhere, even in the dungeon. Finally, Tracy checked her bedroom, and pushed open the door and looked inside. The door creaked as it opened, and Rebecca looked up suddenly in shock at the noise. ...