Feathers

With her sentence passed and confirmed, they sent Elarra Onga’s-Daughter at once to the Chamber of the Barrel. Her only guard was a goblin, a scrawny fellow who even a flighty princess could have overcome – if she were a human or elven princess. But Elarra was a goblin woman herself. Green-skinned, with big purple eyes and long mobile ears, she stood even shorter than guard-goblin Glum. Furthermore, she had her wrists bound behind her, and was nude beneath her prisoner’s poncho of undyed cloth. And then there was Master Lutz. ...

(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. ...

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 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: 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. ...