Story: The Curse of Babel

The Curse of Babel
By Tcheser

The Northridge Women's Society (NWS) was a club for professional women and female business owners in the Northridge area. NWS's stated aim was to provide a positive environment for the city's female population. What it really happened to be however was one of the city’s most corrupt centers for networking and backroom dealing. More kickbacks and sweetheart deals were discussed and made here than just about anywhere else in the city. If you were a woman, and wanted to make it big in the world of business, you simply had to be a member.

Up and coming fashion designer, Nadya, knew this and wanted in so badly that it hurt “I just have to get into that club. They practically run this town!” she told herself over and over again the night before they announced the new members for the year.

Despite Nadya’s best efforts however she found herself turned down for the third year in a row. Investigating into why, she learned that they had snubbed her because they found her foreign accent and customs not in fitting with the sophisticated nature of their precious club. Seeing as they had other members from foreign countries, Nadya personally believed she was passed over because she was a Gypsy, which was totally unacceptable to her.

So of course she confronted them and demanded they change their ruling. And naturally the women of the NWS just laughed at her. After all, they were rich, powerful and well connected, while she was just a single, solitary woman who stank of jealousy. Furious she vowed she would have her revenge which again they naturally scoffed at.

Story: The Interrogation

THE INTERROGATION

by Tcheser

Sturmbannführer Koltar was in no mood to be trifled with. After being wounded on the eastern front early in the war he had been shipped back west to recuperate and had been there ever since. Despite his insistence and enthusiasm his repeated requests to return to the front had been denied. His commanding officer, the Obersturmbannführer, said he needed Koltar where he was. There were dissidents in the area and they needed to be flushed out.

That was why Koltar was currently in the home of Adelina Unruh. Koltar’s spies had determined she was involved in a fledgling anti war movement. A “German Underground” if you will. They printed inflammatory anti war and anti fascist propaganda papers and distributed them willy nilly about the city hoping people would read them and follow their instructions to impede and sabotage the German war machine.

The tip had come in the night before that Adelina was helping the Underground. She was apparently letting them use the printing presses her brother used in his business before he had gone off to fight in the war and died. They were allegedly holed up in the basement workshop churning out hundreds of papers an hour. Koltar wanted to raid the place immediately, but unfortunately most of his men were occupied elsewhere by the Obersturmbannführer. The raid had to be delayed until the following morning.

When they stormed the basement workshop that next day though they were sorely disappointed. There was no one there. The place was deserted. The machines looked like they had been recently used, but the only person they found in the building was Adelina. She smugly denied any knowledge of the Underground or the printing presses being used. Having already caught her in one lie Koltar knew he had quite a bit of latitude in this matter. He had his men tear the workshop and Adelina’s attached residence apart looking for any clue that would help them identify and find the Dissidents.

Story: Sarah's Slavery

SARAH'S SLAVERY
By Tcheser

Sarah had once been a bright, attractive MBA well on her way to prominence in the world of high finance. She was your typical WASP upper-class snob. She lived a glamorous life-style and had it all: huge house, fancy Mercedes, big swimming pool and expensive designer clothes. Sarah was 30 years old but didn’t look a day over 20. She had light brown hair with blonde highlights and a body that just wouldn’t stop. Her perfect tanned skin, shapely ass and huge chest, a 36D cup to be exact, drove men wild. Her life had seemed perfect.

That was all in the past now though. For Sarah had been forced to give up her wonderful life and everything she had worked for and become a slave in exchange for her freedom and that of her younger sister. A tasteless slob of a man named Phillip held evidence of her sister’s illegal doings and of Sarah’s illegal attempts to cover them up. The evidence he possessed would put them both away for years and years. Phillip, or Master as she called him now, held all the cards and she had no choice but to do exactly as he commanded. She had to quit her wonderful job, sell her home and everything else she owned and give the proceeds to Phillip. She basically had to cut all ties with her old life and accept whatever fate Phillip had in store for her. In return for her sacrifice he said her sister would get off lightly.

Much of what Phillip told her proved to be a lie. He was a monster of a man. He wasn’t satisfied with her appearance when she first arrived to serve him. Not the look he wanted in a slave her exclaimed. So he acquired the services of an unlicensed doctor to perform numerous procedures both invasive and noninvasive on her in order to make her more suited to his needs. He had particular needs and desires that Sarah unfortunately had not come equipped to meet.

Caption: Wag the Dog