"Greetings, General Winterhorn, and welcome to Alduvia."It took me just a moment to realize she wasn't speaking my language, but Iwas understanding he...s. How? Something in the wave of her hand? I had toadmit it was not the most unusual thing I had experienced since we hadlanded that morning. I winced slightly at the name Winterhorn; it was anexact translation of my name, but in my own language it hadn't seemed socontrived--except now, I couldn't remember what it was in my language, orany other. “I told you to get lost.”I smiled at him while I came so close that I almost touched him. At that point any sensible man would have stopped and started thinking why the other man wasn’t at all intimidated by his presence. This fellow wasn’t a sensible man. I never thought he would be.I guess he had been doing some boxing rather than wrestling since he tried to hit me. Had he managed to properly hit me I would have probably been in serious trouble, but all that happened was that the large ring. Attention, this story is not for the faint hearted. This is about hardcore, rape, pain, humiliation, bondage,? So don?t read it if you can?t handle these things. And for all the (hobby-) psychologists out there : Yes, I know I?m a pervert. But this plays only in my mind and I never would do the things I write about in real live. Neither should this story be inspiration for real live actions. It?s just FICTION! LJ66 Turning a housewife into a slave to prisoners Friday , 2 p.m. Susie a 43 year. Many miles later she pointed to this structure off the road. As we pulledup in front of the place, she pointed a side door on the wood building. Wewalked in together, and I saw a middle aged woman reading over a book. "Hello," I said."Hi, what may I do for you?" she replied. "We're here for a body swap?" Laura answered. "A what?" I shouted aghast. Let me just say, that was not, what I expectedto hear her say in the least. No prostitute, no driver, not even beingkilled by some psycho bitch with.