If you didn't live in Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria or several other Russian satellite states in the 1980s, you have no idea what it was like. Food was scarce, constant surveillance, state-run TV offered one or two channels, and a ten-year wait for a car if you could afford it. Few of us could afford even a TV let alone a car. If you wanted something to work, you fixed it yourself or it stayed broken. Obviously, the black ma...

When Travis got home his mom was putting dinner on the table. Aunt Beatrice had improved enough that she could leave her bed and sit at the table with them. She and his mom talked and didn’t seem to notice that Travis was quieter than usual. When he’d finished eating he hurried upstairs. He had strange feelings in his groin. He locked the door to his room and pulled down his shorts. His dick was almost hard. He touched it...

Winterset, Iowa is a small town thirty seven miles southwest of Des Moines. Mary Ann McCree was born and grew up there. After graduating from high school she took a secretarial course so that she could learn shorthand. Her typing was excellent, and she felt with the addition of shorthand she could find a job easily. The soldiers had returned from the war and businesses were expanding rapidly. Mary Ann had an older sister...

As a carefree high school senior, Dylan was known for his athleticism, congeniality, and good looks. He had it all. He could have had any girl he wanted, of course, although he only dated Daisy McLaren. She was his sweetheart since their sophomore year. She loved Dylan as much as he loved her. They married soon after graduation in the summer of '43. Their honeymoon year was cut short when things abruptly changed. Dylan fo...

Second Lieutenant Adams of the Second Battalion Wiltshire regiment stood by the local RAF office. His uniform was neatly pressed as he waited to meet the Yank pilot he was opening his home to. Greg caressed his right shoulder, the wound he received at Dunkirk wasn't healing well. He shook his head as he thought about his new position in the army during the country's time of need. He was now the liaison officer for the Loc...

I stood outside the louvered, swinging doors of the notorious Gem Saloon, taking in the sights and sounds of the establishment I was about to enter. Al Swearengen, the well-known owner and proprietor of the Gem, was holding court behind the bar—a sawed-off was always within his reach. Dan Doherty and Johnny Burns, Al’s all-purpose men, stood ready to accomplish anything Al wanted, from serving drinks in busy times to beat...

The party was in full swing and was likely to go on till the early hours. Christmas on the plantation was a holiday for the slaves and a chance to catch up with members of their family who were working on neighbouring cane fields. It was a rare day, one of only a few when the slaves did not labour in the fields for their Dutch masters. These special days all coincided with holy days like Christmas and Easter. Each had a v...

Gwendoline squirmed in her bonds, only a thin strip of gauze hanging front and back from a metal belt covered her, with her pert sexy tits joined by three rows of thin chain clamped to her nipples. At age sixteen, she had been deemed suitable as a volunteer for the annual sacrifice to Raargh, the Dragon which ruled this area of fourteenth century Britannia.The contract was that for a sacrifice of a young virginal female o...

She was a new hire and was already terrified of him. Good, that was part of his job. He was taking her through the mansion, introducing her to the various servants living and working below stairs. As he understood it, this would be her first position in a house. She would hopefully be a quick study. Hand picked by the Lady herself no less; he would be certain to keep this to himself; favourites always received the coldest...