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Alex & Chris Chapter 1

Submitted by sharphawlad on 2009, January 23 - 12:41pm

Chapter 1 Alex is Annoyed with Chris & Angela.

By Sharp


Turning the Tables

Submitted by itinerant on 2007, April 13 - 7:15pm

Turning the Tables
By Itinerant
Edited by Amelia R.

Author's Note: Written for Erin's Strangefellow's Day Kontest^WContest. Pulled from an idea that arose during a brief, demented series of messages with John in Wauwatosa.

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Monday, October 1, 2001

"Well? Have you found a candidate? All Hallows Eve is less than four weeks away, and I want to have the ritual on the full moon."

Thirteen men, dressed casually, but neatly, sat around a massive table that appeared to be made from a single, huge slab of wood. Intricately inlaid with vaguely Celtic-looking designs, it left a sense of unease with even those in the room despite its beauty. Carstairs looked around the table, smiling to himself at the nervous looks exchanged between the other men after his question. His ability to discipline those who came short of his expectations, viciously at times, ensured each man's undivided attention.


The Academy (Part 4)

Submitted by Tina Michelle Smith on 2006, November 11 - 11:17am

JoEllen smiled at Harry like a cat smiling at a mouse, playing with its prey before the kill. “You were a man. You deserve it. And I'm doing it because I can.
“You thought you were going to lure me to your hotel room for a night of quick sex. You thought I was nothing more than an object to satisfy your lust. Now you will pay for your disrespect.
“You are now in the Academy, a place where delinquent boys are reformed into contributing members of society. Your male arrogance shall be replaced with proper feminine deportment, and you shall be taught to serve. Our graduates are highly prized as domestic servants, and you shall be no exception. Only I have something special in mind for you, Missy.
“You shall be my personal maid. You shall take care of my every need. You will make certain that my uniforms and my clothing are properly washed, pressed, and folded. You shall keep my personal area spotless and assist me when I dress. You shall do all of these things and do them gladly.
“You will take classes with the other students of the Academy, but after class you will report to me for extra training. I demand high standards, and you shall adhere to them.
“Your ass is mine, Missy. Now come with me! You are already late for class. No excuses! Follow me quickly!”


The Academy (Part 3)

Submitted by Tina Michelle Smith on 2006, August 24 - 9:22pm

Raventree pressed the pain stud on her riding crop. The boy that JoEllen had just implanted with a transdermal governor fell to the ground with all of the others.
Desdemona continued her spiel, explaining to the unruly boys that they would be molded into proper young ladies and taught the subservient skills of a domestic servant. She then instructed the boys to strip.
JoEllen's charge hesitated. JoEllen did not hesitate to punish him. “Get those clothes off, missy, and I mean now” she commanded. He stripped down to his skin. Now he was handed a canvas sack and instructed to don the female clothing it contained. She observed the boy's expression of horror as he pulled on the panties, struggled with the brassiere, and had to be shown how to roll stockings so that they could be pulled over his legs. JoEllen had to prod him a few more times with her crop, but in short order he was dressed in The Academy's uniform, a plaid jumper and white blouse.
JoEllen looked at the boys, now all wearing jumpers and standing uncertainly in their pumps. They all had an expression of fear and despair.
There was one final ceremony. Each boy was now assigned a female name, which was his for the rest of his life. Their lives as boys were over. From this moment forward, they were girls.


What Ever Became of the Sisterhood?

Submitted by Tina Michelle Smith on 2006, July 2 - 1:41pm

This is the third story in the Diana Hunter series, where I tie in another series, Men In Black Dresses.

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Margo picked up another paper. "The prints we obtained from Dr. Masters matched with those of Alan Prescott, a student who was killed in an automobile accident. His body was burned beyond recognition. Identification was made based on a Medic Alert bracelet found on the body."

She replaced the paper and produced another. "Finally, we come to your prints. Imagine my surprise when your prints matched those of a notorious gangster who testified in exchange for immunity, the man who brought down the Mancuso family." She paused to look up at Diana. "Ms. Hunter, your fingerprints tell us that you are none other than the infamous Joe Rossi."

Diana was still angered. "What you are saying is ridiculous. There is no way you could prove any of this."

"I don't need to prove it, Ms. Hunter. I already know it to be a fact. You see, I already know you, and you know me. At least, we knew each other as kids." She paused for a moment. "Don't you remember me from the old neighborhood, Joe? I'm Chris Cooper."


Best Served Cold

Submitted by Tina Michelle Smith on 2006, July 2 - 1:10pm

This is the first story of the Diana Hunter series. I am posting it for readers of "The Academy" who are unfamiliar with the characters.

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"Slut," she scolded, "look at your makeup! It's a disgrace! Your lipstick is smeared and your nails are chipped. Fix it now, missy!"

"But Mistress, I…" Her protestations were cut short by another searing bolt of fiery pain.

"Listen to me, little slut!" Gloria said angrily, "you are not to contradict me or argue with me. Not ever. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," Slut said.

"You know what happens when you contradict me, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Just remember, my little slut, your situation can always deteriorate. Remember that I have an empty kennel in this house. You can be my maid, or you can be my bitch. The choice is yours. Now get on your feet and get in your room!"


The Academy (Part 2)

Submitted by Tina Michelle Smith on 2006, July 1 - 12:58pm
The Academy
By
Valentina Michelle Smith
(part 2)

At precisely 4:00 A.M., everybody in the dormitory awoke.
There was no need for an alarm or any type of wake-up call. Everybody received a nudge from the governor implanted behind their ear. The nudge was not as intense for veteran students, just a brief kiss of discomfort to rouse them from their sleep. With routine efficiency they went about their morning rituals, showering, cleaning up, making their beds, and dressing for the day’s activities.
For new students the experience was not routine. A sharp bolt of pain flashed for a few milliseconds, sufficiently painful to rouse them from the soundest of sleep, but not so intense as to be debilitating. They awoke to the strident urging of several Mistresses.

The Academy (Part 1)

Submitted by Tina Michelle Smith on 2006, May 7 - 10:37am
The Academy

by

V. M. Smith

(Part 1)

Walking down Emerald Street was like walking through a time warp.

The ten blocks of Emerald Street which comprised the shopping district had long been closed to vehicular traffic. Planters now occupied the center of the street, providing trees and flowers for the pedestrians. Curious shops and bistros lined the streets, offering books, jewelry, organic foods, alternative healing, and any number of goods and services one would not find at the shopping mall. Posters advertising concerts, protests, poetry readings, and other happenings were haphazardly displayed along the concourse. Musicians performed alone or in groups, with the ubiquitous hat set out for tips. People would gather at cafes, pubs, and restaurants for food, drink, conversation, and companionship. A visitor from the summer of love would have felt right at home, save for the obvious anachronisms. A street musician might, for instance, stop playing for a moment to answer his cell phone. Students relaxing in the shade of the trees might be texting somebody on their Blackberry’s, or surfing the net on their laptops. The twenty-first century could not be completely excluded from Emerald Street.


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