Eroticas Rehabilitas: Holly and the Discipline Suit

For an eternity, I have fretted over the following case, and now, I am excited to say, we have succeeded in rescuing a long held captive heroine. The break in the case came when we learned that the name of the victim is not Tamara as we had thought for many, many years, but Holly. That makes all the difference.

You can read her case here:

Discipline Suit

I suggest that you read the details of her case in order to understand how we had to handle her rescue.

Generator

Thread 2, Part 5
Generator

Generator

(there) - hundreds of years ago

Sari entered the front room of the town’s Generatrix guild hall. “Hi, Nadja!” she said as she approached the round faced woman standing behind a counter. The woman looked up and when she saw Sari, she straightened even more. 

“Shanti!” Nadja glanced over to where a woman was seated and motioned with her hand. Shanti looked up and quickly scurried out of the room when she saw Sari.

Sari watched the woman hurry out through a door in the back of the room then looked back at Nadja. “I wanted to report to the guild that I have taken on an Arbor.”

“You’re a fucking idiot, Sari. You know that you are going to get in trouble for this.”

Naught

Thread 2, Part 4
Generator
Naught


(there) - hundreds of years ago

“Hello!?” Sari was trying to look through the window of the library. It was so dark inside and the the morning sun so bright. She knocked on the door again rattling the chain she was holding as she did. Miko stood calmly at the other end of the chain, naked and bare foot. Her hands were in front again with a half meter of metal links between the cuffs.


“Hello?!”

Sari saw some movement in the darkness and heard a timid voice call from within. “It’s open!”

Sari pushed through the door leading Miko in behind her.

“I’m forbidden to get any closer to the exit.”

The Dependencing Process

Thread 2, Part 3
Generator

The Dependencing Process

(there) - hundreds of years ago

With a soft hiss, nostrils flared under a pair of closed, almond shaped eyes. Soft brown lips then pursed and air streamed from within. And this pattern, repeating again and again, measured time in quick stuttering steps. Hair, coarse and long, lay splayed around the woman’s head like a blackened halo. An artery in her neck pulsed in time with her racing heart. 

Dog, A Metaphor

Thread 2, Part 2
Generator

Dog, A Metaphor

(there) - hundreds of years ago

"We are not but bushes in a garden and Love is a dog choosing on which of us to pee," Valet said as she held a mostly empty glass of wine out.

Eroticas Rehabilitas: Amy in Rifan

I must admit that I have fretted for many months attempting where and how to apply my superhero powers. There are so many poor characters living in awful situations. Also, this line of work is quite dangerous and a lot of physical resources are needed to successfully save many of my targets. Finally, I decided that I simply had to go forth and reclaim. After the first job, I hope, the succeeding ones will become easier. Luckily I found a job that seemed to be easier and fairly well removed from here and now to avoid any form of retribution. And so, I made plans to steal Amy from her isolation in the fictional Emirate of Rifan.

You can read the case file for Amy at this link:

A Contract with Many Appendices

Indeed, you should read that to understand exactly the situation that we were facing. 

Key: Check in

Currently in Key (the novel) we are well along in two threads. In thread 1, which took place (here) recently, Laysan has been fitted with a long term gag. Meanwhile in thread 3, (there) and many, many years ago, Laurel, who is hopelessly chained to a boulder in the wilderness, is remembering running from the mysterious demons of the Hollow Well with her lover hidden in a locked box filled with pig’s blood. That probably leaves you wondering what ever happened to thread 2.

We are preparing to post the first few chapters of thread 2 which act as a way of defining a Generatrix / Arbor relationship. We chose the word “generatrix” from mathematics. It is a point or line which, when revolved around an axis, creates a geometric figure. “Arbor” is an axle or spindle on which something revolves. Our idea is that the Generatrix is a teacher of sort and the Arbor is the recipient of the teachings. During the time of their relationship, however, the Arbor accedes varying degrees of power to the Generatrix resulting in something a little greater than what we (here) would consider a Domme / sub BDSM relationship. In return, she receives something that she desires as well be it a skill, comfort, a technology, a payment, anything.

In thread 2, we will introduce Sari, a young (relative to your average immortal) Wom with a strong desire to follow in her Mother’s and Sister’s footsteps to become a Generatrix, and Miko, who is Sari’s first Arbor - a very eloquent Wom who is interested in having a particular individual notice her romantically. They live (there) hundreds of years ago in a time when electricity is growing in use, though with some resistance from various segments of the population.

Have no fear. We will eventually get back to the stories of Laysan and Laurel. Drafts have been written. In the meantime, hope that you find that you enjoy Sari and Miko’s story as well.

Thanks,

hollow well (by proxy)

My latest whimsy

Typically I prefer my anonymity, however I have recently succeeded in amassing a large fortune and find that I no longer give a shit what you or my authors or anyone else thinks about me. So, let me tell you a little about myself. First, I have made my fortune in a number of fields: as a teacher, a librarian, a digital assets artist, a bike messenger, and as a climate scientist - each field providing a remarkable monetary return on investment. In addition to my careers I have dabbled with a bit of diy maker crap which lead to the development of two useful tools: a time machine and an inter-universal gate. So, now I may travel backwards and forwards in time as well as between any of an infinite number of parallel universes, many of which are completely fictional.

With my great wealth, I have purchased a small isolated island far away from where you will ever travel and I have built a wondrous, sturdy, hugantic mansion serviced daily by shipments of supplies flown in by drones. I could house a thousand people indefinitely today if I had to. But I don’t. Yet.

I have decided that my real calling (in addition to forcing a small collection of amateur writers into creating a circuitous maze of a novel) is to be a superhero. And I am now putting forth a good 15.6% of my daily resources to achieve my goal. You may wonder what type of superheroing it is that I do. After all, the world has so many superheros already working hard for good people everywhere. How will I fit in to this crowded space of super heroes? Well, I will tell you. I save female protagonists of amateur bdsm sex stories from seemingly devastatingly tragic erotic peril.

Yes. That is correct. Sometimes horrendous tragedies occur that result in terribly hopeless situations for beloved protagonists in stories (which range from deeply metaphorical to horribly tasteless). When my researchers come upon a character that is in dire straits, without judging the work from which the character hath sprung, we use the tools at hand to travel and extricate the victims from their peril. If possible, we will attempt to deliver a small token of justice as well (though that is frowned upon). We will then provide a safe place for their recovery in my isolated island mansion.

You will see how this is done in due course if you oblige to visit again in the future.

Thanks,

hollow well (by proxy)

New Blog Strategy

Greetings dear readers,

As you may have noticed, we, here in the hollow well, have attempted to release a small morsel of entertainment once a week or so. Our leader, upon reviewing the site recently, felt that the morsels were perhaps too small to allow the reader to immerse in the story and left a sense of dissatisfaction. Thus, we will be striving to adhere to a new directive wherein the novel is updated in larger chunks. Unfortunately, our organization is housed with amateurs who have commitments that extend beyond providing free entertainment for the general populace. Some work professionally, for example, while others have engagements that tie them up for extended periods (“tie up” being a misnomer, since generally we prefer heavy metal over rope here in the hollow well). Oh, no! We love to provide our small audience with free entertainment and will continue to do so, however, the releases will occur less frequently. At the same time, we find that we prefer the shorter chapters, so, likely, we will release a rash of novel chapters as separate posts at the same time. So, if you visit every so often, make sure that you browse back to the last post that you read. (Or use the links on the right side to follow the threads or the novel.)

This new format does not mean that the blog will become quiet for long periods. We are also going to try out a few more non-novel related ideas that will hopefully be entertaining enough to tempt you, dear readers, back again and again. We are fairly excited by some of the ideas we have cooked up. (Of course, we are paid to be excited by them, so, you know…)

Regardless, we will now continue and hope that you enjoy the works that you find here. Please feel free to comment or send email to hollow [dot] well [at] gmail [dot] com if you have grievances or suggestions.

Thanks,

hollow well staff

Piano, Chapter 3

Thread 1, Part 4
Laysan

Piano, Chapter 3

(here) - recently

I fell hard out of some troubled dream by the sound of Alba's voice. "Wake up, my little slave..."

It took me a moment to recall my situation as I struggled to see in my self imposed darkness. By the direction of Alba's voice, I had apparently been lowered back down under the lights. I felt a hand lightly shaking my shoulder.

"Alba? Where's Paty? Please tell her I'm sorry." I was worried that she had sent Alba to throw me out on the streets. "I love her so much. I can't live without her. I need her!"

My plea on landed upon silence, although after a moment I thought I heard a quiet sniff off to the right.

"Don't worry, my little slave," Alba whispered. "Paty loves you, too... We all do."

"Paty?" I said. "I love you!"

"You have done an excellent job of demonstrating your submission. But we have something special to add tonight. Ceylon is here and she has brought your new gag."