STATE SECRETS & OTHER STORIES

EXCERPT 1

RAGS TO RICHES

When I got home that evening, Bel was kneeling humbly on the floor waiting for me. Her head was down with her hair tied in a ponytail and her hands behind her back. The house was immaculate. The oven was clean, the skirting boards polished and every bathroom gleamed.

She'd changed into a white jacket and a simple black skirt I liked. But most striking of all were the items neatly laid out in front of her: a length of rope, her riding crop and my leather belt.

"Bend over."

I used her own riding crop on her arse first. She kept two horses at the local stables. I planned to sell them. There'd be no more riding or tennis or lunches in Bel's diary. But I'd keep the crop. It produced nice pink stripes on her pale buttocks.

However, I'd bought several canes and paddles at the fetish store. I tested a rattan on Bel's warmed-up cheeks. She howled and sobbed as her buttocks turned scarlet and then purple.

"Nooo ... please Rich. It hurts soo much."

I'd asked Vince to ensure that her fantasies wouldn't override the pain. So she'd still feel physical hurt, still suffer mental humiliation and, above all, still experience emotional anguish.

That night I let her suck my cock right after I'd used her asshole for the very first time.

***

"Here we are." Vince said, pocketing another brown envelope of cash.

It was easy to slip the drug into Rachel's cappuccino. She drank to her own exciting future with a big grin on her pretty face.

I kissed her on the lips to seal it and we did some work while the next half hour passed; a couple of memos, an email or two, a bit of filing.

"What is it?" I asked, as she began to frown.

"It's just ... I feel odd. Like, really ... cross."

"Really? Angry with me?"

She smiled. "No, silly. But actually, with your wife. I mean, I barely know Belinda. In fact, I feel kinda bad for her .... you know, about her parents dying, and about us behind her back. But suddenly I'm just fucking angry. It's like I want her to suffer ... under my command."

I frowned, but I was smiling too. "You mean like you'd like to move in with me and treat her as our maid and secretary?"

"How did you know? That's exactly it. Terrible aren't I?"

I leaned down and kissed her. "Not really. What would you do to her?"

She blushed sweetly. "Can I say ... really? Well, I'd want to be really bossy, really cruel, really demanding. I'd make her wear maid's uniforms and maybe even worse outfits than that. I'd make her work 16-18 hour days. I'd punish her in all sorts of ways. Not just corporal punishment. And ..."

She bit her lip and looked at me shyly.

"And ... ?"

"Look it's just a fantasy, Rich. Don't take it seriously. I mean, she's actually your wife and all. But I fantasise about her being our sex slave. All kinds of kinky stuff. I imagine making her watch us and assist and even clean up, stuff like that."

I nodded. "And?"

"I ... I hope you don't mind ... but I'd like to whore her out as well. Not for money. Well, not much money anyway. But to men and women who she doesn't like. To ... you know ... humiliate her. Do you understand what I mean?"

I kissed her on the lips.

"Yes, darling. I understand completely."

***

EXCERPT 2

STATE SECRETS

1. MONDAY

Serendipity.

It was a typical blue-skied Monday morning in the People's Republic of Malombria. Blessed with a wonderful climate and a brilliant government, this country of 40 million souls is a shining example of a truly happy 'Police State'.

There are no Elections. There is no need for them. However, there is an annual Referendum and, every year without fail, the ruling Government autocracy receives a 99.9pc approval rating. In fact, statistics prove that Malombria's contented citizens are the most fortunate population in the world. Which is one of the reasons that none of them wishes to travel abroad or seeks to emigrate.

As usual that Monday, ordinary citizens were walking briskly to work, hastening as fast as they could, although they were frequently obliged to halt at the Pedestrian-Crossings to allow a limousine to pass.

Traffic lights are controlled automatically. When a state official's car approaches, the light changes and the citizens wait patiently for the vehicle to pass.

That morning the moment was serendipitous. Had Lora arrived at the crossing one minute earlier, or even a few seconds later, the Colonel wouldn't have spotted her fabulous chest. So she'd have spent a normal day at work and none of what follows would have happened to her. Lora Novak was a nurse at State Hospital #8. The hospital where she worked is located less than a 5-minute walk from the exact spot where she was standing that morning.

However, it was her karma to be waiting at the crossing at that precise moment. It was her bad luck that she'd chosen to wear that particular tight sweater which showed off her breasts so favourably.

Just as it was Colonel Malosevic's good fortune to spot such a splendid pair of tits to brighten up sunny morning. He was a bit of an expert. At first glance he reckoned they were a D-cup but they might have been an E? No matter, he'd find out soon enough.

"Slow down, Jakov." He told his driver.

There was a special button in his armrest. The Colonel pressed it and smiled at the staccato chatter of the camera as it took several photos of the line of pedestrians as they all waited patiently for him to pass.

As his car pulled away, he took one last glance at the woman. She certainly had a lovely face to go with the great rack and just the length of lush brunette hair that he liked too.

Yes, serendipity indeed!

It didn't take long. Within 30 seconds, his state-of-the-art recognition software had scanned the database of Malombria's 16.4 million adult females and identified the young lady.

Name: Lora Novak

Age: 25

Occupation: Nurse

Married: Mario

Children: 0

Perfect! He felt a bulge forming in his pants already. Big tits, married but no kids. What's not to like? Lora Novak was the perfect catch early on that cloudless Monday morning.

***

Five minutes later, Lora arrived at work at 08.59 hrs. She'd passed her nursing qualifications four years before, in the same year she married her darling Mario.

She worked on the gynaecological ward of State Hospital #8. Caring for people had been her passion for as long as she could remember, since she was a child. She loved her job almost as much as she adored Mario.

However, just as she was signing in for the day, two policemen approached the desk. She saw they wore the respected State Police uniform of dark glasses, crisp shirts and firearms in their holsters.

"Mrs. Lora Novak?"

"Y ... yes?"

"Come with us."

One of the men twisted her arms back and locked a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists. Her colleagues looked shocked but obviously nobody made a move to help her.

"But wh .. why?" she stammered.

"We ask the questions, Mrs Novak. Not you."

They marched her to a black police car and shoved her into the back seat.

The policeman who'd cuffed her leaned round and stuck his tongue out lasciviously. He laughed with his colleague.

"Yep, this one looks guilty as sin to me."

***

EXCERPT 3 - CONTENTS

STATE SECRETS & OTHER STORIES

Contents

Read-time indications are based on reading @ 250 words per minute.

Total read time of this collection approx 2 ½ hours

1. State Secrets

(Non-Con; a dystopian story set in the police-state of Malombria, a country of 40 million people. Malombria is a place where simple bad luck can see an innocent woman arrested for nothing more than catching an officer's eye; c. 11,760 words, 47 minutes read).

2. Snakes & Ladders

(Consensual Dub-Con; a present-day tale of ups and downs exploring the fetish that is 'Downward Mobility'; c. 4,960 words, 20 minutes).

3. Rough Justice

(Non-Con; an account of punishment for stealing set in an office environment featuring 'heavy CP'; c. 6,200 words, 25 minutes).

4. Spellbound

(Non-Con; another story set in an office environment featuring the 'Mind Control' of a couple; c. 5,000 words, 20 minutes).

5. Riches to Rags

(Non-Con; a twisting 'careful what you wish for' rollercoaster involving a cuckquean, her husband, his mate and a lover; c. 5,250 words, 21 minutes).

6. Guided Tour

(Non-Con; transcript of a speech given to a group of tourists showing them around a facility for reluctant students; c. 3,670 words, 15 minutes).

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