"Belinda Barnotti discovers a real Copper Lady on Witch Hill"
Belinda Barnotti, known to her friends as BB, stood at the entrance to the Witch Hill Nunnery Museum silently debating with herself. She was almost a Doctor of Anthropology. All that was left for her to gain her PhD was...
"Slave puta wants to ride the Ferris Wheel, but she’s a painslut, so she will enjoy it."
After I finished cleaning up, puta and I ran over to the Ferris Wheel so she could get tied on. She called it getting hooked up, but what they used was more or less standard restraints.Naturally, she was the first...
"Sir James has a duty to his Empire he cannot refuse!"
James reluctantly left his bedroom with a slightly wistful glance at Fiona still asleep in his bed. She was sent over from his Service to help him heal from injuries suffered during his last mission. She was doing more than...
"Slave pumpkin butt swims in the race and risks facing the sharks."
I was already entered in the swimming race, so all I had to do was show up and get a number. Since there were too many of us to assign one to each lane, they just painted a big number...
"Slave pumpkin butt continues her posts about the Water Faire."
Slave puta ran ahead of us to the Carousel. When we got there, Master went up to Herr Dunkler and handed him an envelope. The Dark Lord– that’s what Dunklermeister, his full name, means– The Dark Lord held it in...
"Slave pumpkin butt posts on her blog about her time at Ye Olde Water Faire"
Welcome to my blog. I asked Master if I could have a blog. He told me that I was just an exhibitionist slut who wanted the whole world to see my ass. I told him that was true, but what...
"Forgotten: the brilliant yet disfigured girl whose genius facilitated the Industrial Revolution"
History records that a certain celebrated eighteenth century inventor and engineer was an only child. However, recent cataloging of previously unseen family documents has unearthed a hitherto unknown diary of one who appears to be his younger sister. Though written...
"In a distant war-torn planetary system, a lone soldier creates her own salvation"
On the thirteenth day, scraping woke me. Scratching and scraping. From the surface end of the tunnel. Improbably fortuitously, a ship had arrived. And they were digging me out. I tapped furiously, clung to any hope. I've been so lucky,...