The morning dawns as the Visund takes on a new passenger. At their next stop, the town market must be inspected to find clothing and footwear for the mystery woman, who is offered a temporary name. Eriana is introduced to the afternoon nap and asked to design... trousers?

The Voyage of the Visund

A tale of Anmar by Penny Lane

5 - First Steps and Stitches

Fiach didn’t flinch, neither did her smirk waver. His sword, held in his right hand, was raised high above his head ready to hack down, cleaving the impertinent girl. The instant he began to swing she ducked to his left and twisted around his left side while slashing his left hamstring.

The man yowled in pain and rage as his momentum made him stumble forward a few steps before the savagely wounded leg gave out sending him crashing onto the street. Smiling broadly Fiach pirouetted to stand facing her downed opponent. “Pfft! Is that the best you can do? I shall enjoy letting your sword taste your virgin ass! That is if it IS virgin!”

Barrack Room Betty
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Seven – Retribution

Michele is sacrificing herself daily to Petty Officer White to appease him so that he won't take retribution against the other Wrens and Sailors. Jason senses a change in her which he doesn't like and suspects Michele is seeing someone else causing him to punish her. Doris is the only other Wren who knows Michele's secret and it breaks her heart to see Michele being defiled daily by Knocker and spurned by her boyfriend Jason. Please heed the cautions.

Selene looked around the park. The council had chosen her for this task. She was to find the first of the new group of magical girls. She had been told that this group would be different from the others. This group was being created to keep the other groups from fighting amongst themselves. She only hoped it worked like they wanted it to. As for why they chose her instead of an older guide. This group was completely new. Something that has never been seen before. So, that meant that nobody knew what their path would be. From that viewpoint, why not have a completely new guide?

Barrack Room Betty
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Six – A Turn For The Worse

Petty Officer White has been oblivious to the goings on in HMS Chelmsford, hiding in his cabin drunk. He sobers up long enough to discover the Barrack Room Bettys and decides he likes what he sees. Michele must act quickly to save her charges from his wrath.

 

Gaby Book 16 - Sweet Sixteen

 
 
“You decided yet?” Steff enquired.

I was back to the usual bakery ritual on Wednesday and talk was dominated by the upcoming Con in Koblenz.

Barrack Room Betty
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Five – Boys Will Be Girls

The four transvestite Wrens are in the base cinema paired off with the Leading Recruits watching 'The Sting'. Paired off in the dark, their attraction for each other leads the sailors to explore the delights of the pretty Wrens in their charge. Boys will boys and trannys will be girls after all...

Barrack Room Betty
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Four – A Night at the Flicks

Our four transvestite Wrens are beginning to enjoy their forced feminisation while Michele and Spike begin a platonic relationship which Spike is obviously keen to progress. The Sailors and Wrens open up the base cinema for a night at the 'flickers'...who knows what will happen with the four attractive Wrens and four handsome Sailors sitting close together in the dark theater.

“Greg? You’re… you're…” I stuttered.

Greg laughed, which then turned into a coughing fit. “I’m alive, you fucking bitch,” he said once he recovered.

“That wasn’t my fault!” I screamed at him. In responsible, he snapped his fingers and Cara punched Lacey in the face, knocking her over. Lacey couldn’t hold back her tears and started sobbing, but was so dizzy that she couldn’t seem to get back up on her knees. What was causing Lacey to be sick like this? Was it the rock? And why did Cara punch Lacey? I thought I was the target, not her.

CHAPTER 1
That sky was so blue it hurt, but I was distracted from it by Mam’s faffing. No problem packing, none at the airport, but she was all fingers, thumbs and rambling conversation, and as those fingers held a needle I was hoping she could find her attention span extending enough to avoid me bleeding into the white of my dress.