Chapters tagged fingering

by Zeebop

Chapter 3

Journal of Rowana, daughter of Rowetha 01 / 02 / 2120 of the Fourth Age, cont'd Chrome and a bus ticket away from the farm. That's what the recruiter had sold me, twenty-odd years ago. No more chasing pigs, no more shitty connections to download the day's lessons. I was going...

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Chapter 12

Journal of Rowana, daughter of Rowetha 5 / 03 / 2120 of the Fourth Age Azzie disappeared last night. The house came with fully illustrated, guided instructions for setting up the electricity, water, and waste lines. Only one of us could access it at a time, and it was my acc...

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Chapter 15

Journal of Rowana, daughter of Rowetha 12 / 04 / 2120 of the Fourth Age We ended up building the storage shed right over the entrance to the root cellar. I dug out the trench around the opening, mixed and poured the quick-set concrete as I set up the four metal poles that woul...

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Chapter 29

Journal of Rowana, daughter of Rowetha 22 / 04 / 2120 of the Fourth Age, cont'd Bebe was crying when we tossed the last body into the burn pit. It was dark, it had taken hours to strip the corpses and carry them away from the house. I could see the tears ran down his face, an...

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Chapter 33

Quillian Daleman - Personal Log 25 / 04 / 2120 F.A. The highway north-west of the Morgul Vale felt like it ran on forever. Rimmer wasn't the chatty type. We stopped for gas, piss, and coffee, more or less in that order. I saw the squat dark mass of Barad-dûr lit with neon in...

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Chapter 23

Carvedinstone's Saga 20 / 04 / 2120 The labia was puffy and purple, the swollen flesh nearly black in places. The bruises faded the further they got from the Elfkin's slit, which oozed a clear fluid, and they were hickies all along her thighs. Vanessë's cheeks burned in embarr...

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Chapter 9

Quillian Daleman - Personal Log 17 / 02 / 2120 F.A. Rimmer dropped me off at the service entrance to the Ithil Lodge. Even on the Lodgemaster's business, I wouldn't have been allowed through the front door. It was that kind of place. The building was old, paneled wood that sh...