Slowly the building lay down on its side, or moved as if that was what it was going to do.  Fortunately because of its unusual construction it did not come apart from the stress.  Then it dawned on the people that it was being guided.  And now as the building, two blocks long, slowly descended, they saw something which made them think this was a dream, a dream sprung somewhere from deep in the pit of the id where fear mixed with desire -- a naked woman, brown of skin and larg

In spite of her nudity the young teacher controls her class tightly.  As I sit in the back observing I notice there is no fooling around.  Today she is putting them through their paces as to Spanish verb declensions.  Now she gives them a five-minute writing assignment as she goes behind her desk for a short spell on her “apparatus”.  She keeps her moans muffled so as to not disrupt the students’ concentration.  It is perhaps impossible to have these devices inside her while

Her body, being always exposed, seems to be thought of as a national treasure, and as such very good care is taken of it.  I’m told she is exercised two hours a day, not only jogging but weight lifting, and swimming in that long inlaid pool which is one of the things that makes the Palace such an imposing sight as one is driven up to it.  I saw her dive into it one afternoon, with a small crowd looking on, flanked by her ladies in their modest one-piece suits.  They were trai

After breakfast they were, as always, marched out to the bus.  They were driven maybe ten miles, to what looked like a series of gravel pits.  She stepped out with the others, under the watchful eye of a heavy-set guard with a machine gun.  They walked up a stony hill.  She felt the warm stones under her toughened bare feet.  It was a warm day.  She would be sweating but she did not mind that.  She slowed down to keep in line with the others as they trudged up in their clothe

“Hey guys,” Tami said.                   The girl who stood naked in the doorway of her dorm room felt a warmth come over her like she had not known during that long ordeal of a summer.  She knew now that, whatever her plans might have been, plans that were continually thwarted, leaving her naked and alone, her heart had only one goal: to be once again here in this room, surrounded by the love of her friends.                   She presented a different appearance now.  Her ta

[abrupt cut to man in ministerial outfit on stage, speaking to crowd, presenting medal to naked girl, with her parents, dressed in their finest, standing next to her] [narrator] It is estimated that Min-jeong’s catch accounts for 15% of the village’s entire production, measured in won.  That is why she and her family recently were invited to Pyongyang where the Minister of Fisheries bestowed her with the annual Golden Sunrise Award, given to the country’s outstanding student.

The “script” had four main scenes, various forms of abuse and torture.  They went over it yesterday before shooting began.  She could choose the basic “plot” idea.  She was either a schoolgirl who was caught cheating, or a housewife whose husband owed money to the Yakuza, or a political prisoner being interrogated.  She picked the last -- that way she could act defiant instead of scared.         She has also set some ground rules.  No clothing, not even a “harness”.  “I gave

Prudence has brought the posters, Kathy the markers.  The four girls are having a snack in the dining room when Mr. and Mrs. Fairweather come downstairs, all dressed up, already in their coats.  They are as tall as their daughter and, like her, carry themselves like African royalty.  Mrs. Fairweather wears an ornate headdress which seems to almost touch the ceiling.  “That whole family makes me feel inferior,” Prudence admitted once, and she was not alone. ​         “I see yo

DR. CHO        I see St. Lewina’s still insists on a special                         uniform. SHANNON     That’s right.  Our uniform is wearing nothing at                         all. DR. CHO        I bet that took a while to get used to. SHANNON     I think it’s easier for the first-years now.  I had                         to do that stripping ceremony.  But starting last                         year, they leave their clothes on the mainland.                         Makes i

There are eight girls up there, swinging their pom-poms.  The naked girl is second from the right.  They’re pretty well practiced, all moving in sync, the hard clap of saddle shoes hitting the floor all at once in rhythm, though I can detect the thud of bare soles too.  They twirl, their short skirts flying outward like little pinwheels, and she’s spinning and jumping right along with her clothed teammates, even though she has no skirt to twirl.  Her breasts are about the siz

I manage to wind my way around the side street and come up near her at the storefronts.  There’s a bench there, and I buy a soda and pretend to relax.  In fact I’m observing her closely as she looks into a store window. ​         I count the ways she is unique here.  She doesn’t wear clothes or shoes.  She has no friends or acquaintances.  She’s the only Ama.  Her skin is dark, and theirs is pale.  And there’s something else about her -- I don’t want to use the word “savage”,

Today would be Thanksgiving Day in the United States but of course it was no special day here.  In town I was able to make out a poster announcing a town meeting tonight and I decided to go. ​         There was a town council of five older people and they were hearing public comment on what sounded like -- a “tourist pier”?  A man in a suit, evidently an outsider, explained the project and took questions.  My sense was that the townspeople would be happy to attract any kind o

Third period was math, a class Brigid was in, and what was more, her assigned seat was near the front.  Rod was in the back, one row over.  He could pay better attention here, because his skin coverage calculations had gotten him to like math, at least a little.  They were on algebra now, doing problems on the board for Mr. Gianelli.           Rod was lucky.  Brigid’s desk-chair was not quite in line with the others so he got a good look at the side of her that stuck out.  Sh

30.    We climbed up the ladder to the top of the plant and I immediately saw that there was still over a foot of snow up there.  It went up to her knees.  She helped me heft the loops up and we worked quietly together separating the wires, my overcoat and shirt and gloves next to her bare shoulders and bare breasts and bare hands, my pants next to her bare legs, my boots and thermal socks next to her freezing bare feet buried in the snow.  I worried about her getting frostbi

“Damn!” Maurice says, jumping to his left, hindered by his heavy boots, once again unable to catch the moist ping pong ball.  He picks it up off the cold ground and flips it to Sandy.  “That was some curve!” ​         “She’s left-handed, so it’s a screwball,” Tom points out.  As Sandy rinses the gritty ball in the bucket she flips another one to Patty.  With her left hand Patty pops it into her vagina.  In her other hand is a slice of pizza and she takes another bite.  The di

Brigid, Brigid...  How could he show his love for her in this crisis? He felt helpless, standing out in the hall with the suffering majorette trapped in that closet.  He decided to be heroic.  To hell with the band, it’s Brigid’s welfare first.  She could not emerge as she was.  He would give her his jacket, which would serve to cover her nipples.  Then he would go out with her, and she could act sick with the jacket draped over her, and he’d tell Sarge that Brigid was ill an

She stood up and shook the water off herself like a dog, and gathered her hair behind her and squeezed out the excess.  Then looked up at the building.  No, no one had seen her.  She looked back down at the spout and turned it off.  God, that felt good.  Thank you God, for giving this to me and letting me feel all these wonderful sensations.           The hot dry sun lovingly and quickly licked her dry as she bent this way and that to expose every part of her perfect, tanned

As Phil and Duvon kept talking, with Kai-Kai mostly listening, Angela’s mind wandered to the heavy burden of work she had this summer. A lot of documents had come in from Russia and she had been working with Ludmilla Woronov, a P-7 of Russian descent who lived a couple of hours away by car. She was the proud mother of Project triplets, who would stay over their grandparents’, along with her other three children, so that Angela and Mrs. Woronov could work undistracted. Mrs. Wo

February 3.           Today I made my first close-up observation of Miss Tami Smithers.  As arranged, I went to Professor Brignon of the Art Department, who explained that Miss Smithers had agreed to serve as a model for their figure drawing classes.  Miss Smithers had come to their rescue, because the college had announced that this semester it would be opening up these classes (along with some others) to the community and to the students at the local community college, only

We followed Dr. Harridance back into the bright circular lab.  I didn’t want to look but I couldn’t help myself.  The slight, slender body of the nude 18-year-old-girl was shaking even more than before.  She was gasping, her flat midriff heaving in and out, her toes curling and uncurling below the ankle cuffs.  I can’t deny the fact that I am a human male, and even at my age I found myself feeling some sexual arousal at this powerful sight.  I immediately tried to suppress it