Science Fiction/Fantasy
Ashley is sent to summer camp for weight loss and classes in seduction and sexual sensitivity.
2. A new world
I woke up from the light slumber I had fallen in sometime during the night when the carriage stopped to a halt. Dawn had to be approaching, as from the carriage window a strange, cold light was filtering in.
Richard Heckert gleefully clapped his hands.
- As expected, we made it in time. –
He opened the window and stuck out his head, greeting someone out of my sight.
Years after the Great Silence, a nuclear apocalypse that has destroyed civilization as we know, the small community of Rashbelt leads a harsh life under the leadership of Stan Carson. When his father dies, a letter from a mysterious Father John invites him to visit the community of New America and "learn about their ways".
Today it was flowers.
Four days ago, a little box of designer chocolates.
Trish Cavanaugh glared at the tiny bunch of violets, tied with a silk
ribbon, which had been left on her chair. Wasn't he ever going to give
up? She hated to toss the innocent flowers in the trash--they hadn't done
anything to her, after all--but she didn't like being reminded of Alec.
She finally compromised by putting them in a vase in the ladie's room
where she knew he wouldn't see them.
What will happen in a world where slavery is legal and the accepted norm. April is about to find out.
Jane stared helplessly at the side of her cage, its metal bars and
the cloth draped over it. She was packed too tightly to move, and
her whole body ached. She would have given anything just to be able
to lie down on the floor outside, but she had nothing to give anyway.
Whatever kind of vehicle she was in, some kid of van or lorry, it
had been moving fast for what seemed like forever, violently jerking
her around with each turn and change in speed. There were no voices
here, just the deafening sound of the engine.
There were distant voices. Slowly, consciousness settled in.
Jane tried to think of the last thing that had happened to her. She
was in a room with beige walls, soft carpets... She was having some
sort of procedure done... Then she remembered. She was having a
key made for her chastity belt. A personal key. An illegal key.
The sky was a vibrant, clear blue, even from behind Jane's sunglasses.
Bright green trees gently swayed back and forth in the light breeze
as she made her way down the road. Although she was still technically
in London, it was the kind of suburban street she couldn't even dream
of being able to live in, far away from the chain stores.
She was glad it was finally the weekend. For just over forty-eight
hours she was Jane again, a free woman, not employee number two
hundred and fifty-six, a nameless whore behind bars.
Employee number two hundred and fifty-six was wearing the most
perculiar outfit she'd ever seen. It probably didn't even count as
an outfit at all. Whatever it was, it was probably in the dreaded
realm of "equipment." It was much more elaborate than anything she'd
been made to wear before, so was almost certainly something the
client himself must have brought with him. After seven months with
the company, she was pretty sure she must have tried on the full
range of in-house costumes by now. Besides, this wasn't their style,
It was half an hour after employee number two hundred and fifty-six's
shift was supposed to have ended, but she couldn't remember the last
time she'd managed to leave work on time. It must have been last
year, she realised, before her new boss had raised the daily quotas
again.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps: the slow, purposeful steps of someone
in control, accompanied by the stiletto-heeled steps of the company
secretary, not the bare-foot shuffle of a co-worker.