Jeremy grew up in a small, very religious town, where everybody knew everyone. He had been involved in church life from a very young age, singing in the choir, helping to patch up the old bible books, cleaning, etc. There was no television in the house, and as an only child, his only form of entertainment was reading. He was a member of the small library in the center of the town, but the number of books he was allowed to read was so small that he was soon forced to just re-reading them. At that time, he didn't have to overlay them to one of his parents beforehand anymore. They had already inspected them all, and all he had to do was show them the titles, before going upstairs.
But unbeknown to his parents, Jeremy didn't do much reading lately.
A few weeks ago, an uncle from the city had come over to stay with them for a couple of days. For some reason, the atmosphere had been rather tense during those days, for reasons he couldn't understand, and he had been glad as their guest took his leave again. But he had become even more glad about what he had found, cleaning the guest room the day after.
That Wednesday, he was late and he hurried to the classroom. As he entered, he was already prepared for Mrs. McGinnes' disapproving glances. But it turned out differently. The whole classroom was still a bit in disarray, with the classroom teacher trying to get everybody to be quiet and sit down. As he quickly took his place, he immediately understood what all the buzz was about.
Meredith stepped aside as the photographer now turned his attention to Daphne. She didn't even bother to test her bonds. She had worked with the guy before and he knew his ropes. There was no way to test the crotch rope. That was just there, in a way testing her, it would be fair to say.
Perry had been over the moon as she was selected for a scholarship at the prestigious Tyson High School for technique. Even though her grades had always been superb in high school, she had been in so much trouble with the school authorities over the years that she had considered a recommendation utterly impossible. And yet, one year later, here she was! In the end, her results had outweighed her obnoxious behavior, apparently.
She loved everything about the place. The campus was great and the lessons were super interesting and exciting. She had made friends quickly and had a great social life almost from day one. But also, she was studying hard and well on her way to become one of the top students again. Everything was going great!
Everything but one thing, that is. To graduate to the next level, every student had to accumulate so-called participation points during the semesters. And she had been late to choose a subject. So where some of her friends were engaged in some form of psychological experiments or helping to construct new equipment for robotics, all that was left for her was a very different form of 'participation'.
It had been twelve years after the last great battle of Carrandolan, the subjugation of the Badhul Khani, as the king marshall passed away, at the ripe old age of forty-two. King Sabraen had ruled his country for over twenty years and he had been beloved by his people. Step by step, he had been working to make his land safe, by strengthening the borders where necessary, and by negotiating peace treaties when possible.
And after he had suppressed the biggest domestic thread, the poison of the roaming, plundering amazons of the Badhul, the whole nation had started to flourish in an ever-increasing wealth.
As his son, Prince Tallis, was only fourteen years of age at the time of the King's passing, the country was going to be ruled by the Princess-Regent Samana, the King's older sister, who was the next closest in blood. This until, in two years, her nephew would be old enough to become the rightful new king. But things turned out differently.