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Beatrix Thomson came from humble beginnings, born and raised on Bubba Jim’s Mobile Home Resort. The young girl was known as Trixie to some but to others she was simply TPT – ‘Trailer Park Trash’. Through sheer determination Trixie dragged herself up and out of her hometown of Branchwater, Alabama, and, via the Foreign Service Institute (FSI) at Arlington, Virginia, she graduated as a fully qualified legal secretary. Her first and only posting was to the US Embassy in Singapore where Ms Thomson’s past finally caught up with her and brought her nothing but trouble. The full story of Trixie’s upb… Read more

PROLOGUE: Many years ago, in a forest near the Baltic, a small acorn fell to the ground, detached from its parental oak tree by a brief puff of wind. It found fertile soil. Luckily, no squirrels or mice ate it. It put down roots to draw water and minerals from the earth. It pushed up a stem with leaves, finding a few shafts of sunlight that penetrated through the canopy of the mature forest. Soon, it was as tall as a person. In a few years, it had taken its place as a full-fledged member of the forest. Its trunk grew wide and straight, unbending in the strongest storms. The forest and all the… Read more

Chapter 1 – Painful Interrogations Milang Maolu was 20 years old, a beautiful, young, marriageable woman, but instead of lying happily in her lover's arms, she stood terrified before a provincial court. The trial was short because there were witnesses who heavily incriminated her... The only thing missing was her confession... The young Chinese woman had given herself to her lover, although her parents had promised her to another, much older man whom she didn't love, whom she didn't even find sympathetic; and yet the two families had decided the marriage over her head. But her intended husba… Read more

It was around seven one evening in late spring when I first discovered what was to change my life entirely. As usual there was nothing on TV likely to capture my attention for very long despite the plethora of channels available. The usual crop of soap operas, much-repeated news, moronic reality and game shows and second-rate documentaries on obscure topics seemed the standard fare on offer. Consequently, and as so often before I turned to the internet for entertainment. Did I want to play one of the online games I subscribed to? No. I wasn't in the mood for killing monsters or chatting with… Read more

It was still daylight when Manu released Aisha from the cross and led her back to the gym. The gym was empty except for the still form of Lila, tied and nailed, motionless to the horse. Her pale skin, covered with dry spunk, which also dribbled from her anus and vagina, bore witness to the repeated r****gs she had endured. Aisha approached her body, with her fist in her mouth, in horror. On Lila’s nailed breasts, trickles of blood dribbled down to the nipples where, beading in crimson pearls, they hanged, like some demonic milk, before dropping to the floor below. Her face, mouth open, eyes… Read more

1) Arrested Rebecca stared at the stains on the wall above the door. How long had she been here? Two hours, three? She had no idea. There was no window and the only light came from a flickering bulb set behind thick mesh in the ceiling. Her head ached and her stomach was knotted with apprehension. It was chilly and she rubbed her bare arms trying to encourage some warmth. Part of her wished they would come so they could get it over with, at least get her out of this stinking cell with its peeling paint and stench of sewage. They'd picked her up at the demonstration, one of a few dozen arrest… Read more

I guess you could say I was raised in a cult. We lived in a real small town in the boonies that had it's own rules. No one could have a TV or radio and we used horses for transportion. The only modern thing was a electric plant run by a waterfall but that was only for freezer and refrigeration storage so we could be self sufficient. Almost every man in town worked for Mr Dumas who owned all the farms. He worked them real hard but noone complained since if they were fired there would be no place to go and after thirty years he would provide a pension so they knew they would be taken care of in… Read more

1859 Natal, South Africa Morning With a noisy creak, the heavy door opened and Kleine Kraal's head servant, Hlubi, stood in the entrance, large and forbidding, his presence all the girl needed to know that the time for her punishment had come at last. Scarcely a day after Rodger Blore had left for his yearly trip back to England, his son Kyle, now twenty and in charge of the ranch during his absence, had made a pass at the pretty Boer servant girl, Melissa Meuws, he had desired for the past two years. She was demurely cute, with glorious red hair down to her shoulders and freckles across her… Read more