Foreword

Editors' Note:

Welcome to the House of Gord. Our adult fantasy novels offer a welcome 
reprieve from the real world, giving the mind an opportunity to take flight
and fantasize the impossible (or at least highly improbable). In real life,
we strive to be better people and to create a better world by conducting 
ourselves in a respectful, responsible manner that defines civilized 
society. Those of us who do engage in bondage games understand that we must
play safely with compassion for our partners and a desire to create a 
mutually satisfying experience for all involved. Bound by our conscience 
and the physical limitations of the human body, our options are many, but 
not endless. In the world of make believe, the possibilities are endless. 
This is a vast landscape, with no signposts or boundaries, except those 
provided by the author.

An artist/writer is able to reach beyond what is safe in reality, to 
explore those areas that cannot or should not be explored in real life. The
pen really is mightier than the sword, for its territory knows no limits.

In this instance, renowned bondage illustrator Benson has created an 
entire fantasy township, the likes of which you've probably never 
encountered before. We consider this to be the ultimate Benson book. Who 
better to publish it than the House of Gord, the original bondage book 
company that started working with Benson in the early 1990s. Perhaps no 
other book will give you this level of insight into the imagination of one 
of the masters of modern bondage illustration.

It takes a lot of courage to put pen to paper in the realm of the erotic 
and share the results with the world. John Willie was such an artist, 
fearless in his pursuit of artistic expression. Following in his footsteps,
Benson is also fearless and we hope you will appreciate his toils as much 
as we do. It also takes a lot of courage to purchase an erotic story, 
especially one of an alternative nature. We applaud you, dear reader, for 
having the courage to visit the township of Stepford.

The Editors

***

Welcome to Stepford

From The Life and Times of a Stepford Mayor

The sun was threatening to rise, the sky burning orange from the ground
up, filling the drifting clouds with heat. A solitary gull rode the early 
morning thermals before swooping down onto the rocks to pick at the broken 
bodies of surf smashed crabs.

Below, the sleeping town of Stepford, basked briefly in a peculiar glow, 
unseen by its inhabitants and witnessed only by the dumb animals that 
huddled away from the morning dew in open barns and pig shelters.

At eight solemn chimes of the Meeting House clock, like a rewound toy, 
the town would awaken, reanimated, the streets soon bustling with townsmen 
going about their important business.

Seemingly washed up on the deserted West coast, the little town was cut 
off from civilization by the steep cliffs of a narrow peninsula and a high 
wall at its only land boundary. The sole point of entry to the town was via
a vast gate, manned by the deputies of Stepford. Apart from the once monthly
supply wagons which offloaded goods at the gates, the town had few unwanted
visitors.

Entry to what was essentially a private town was by invitation only. 
Population three hundred, Stepford was a small but perfectly formed 
community, comprising of a hospital, school house, plantation, stores and 
its own power station.

The town also had its own Sheriff, police station and its own laws. 
Public order was tightly controlled in Stepford, with fines and a night in 
jail for rowdy and unruly menfolk.

In the town square a solitary figure shivered in the chill morning air, 
eclipsed by the creeping shadow of the vast statue of Joshua Stepford.

Naked and strapped tightly into a punishment stock, a young woman had 
spent the night forced to stare up at the granite rendition of the founding
father of Stepford. The stock was a devious device designed to arrange its 
occupant in both a subservient and awkward posture. Her head was
held upright and forward looking by two leather reins attached to a steel
bit and pulled back to a fastening ring. Thus, the occupant would have to 
endure the disapproving glances that peered down at her from passersby. It 
was a fitting punishment for the mischievous maiden.

Near her voluptuous rear hung a small wooden paddle which had been used 
several times by townsmen who wished to publicly voice their disapproval 
and intolerance of any form of female disobedience. She was paddled firmly 
and fairly by unseen punishers until her bottom reddened and the sharp 
sting turned to a numb ache. But it was not the physical discomfort that 
made this chastisement so unsavoury, but rather the shame and humiliation 
at being so publicly punished.

Of course, the woman's crime had not been such a terrible one --quite 
petty, in fact. But she would be made to learn through such trials and 
tribulations that Stepford's requirement of her was nothing short of 
absolute devotion and obedience to her master.

Plus, she would also never forget that afternoon tea was ALWAYS served 
clockwise!

The women of Stepford were the vital ingredient to the success of 
Stepford as both a community and as a vision of Utopia.

Women were treated as prized possessions and the town elders took a very 
dim view of those with heavily sadistic tendencies, rejecting entry to 
those who displayed a natural inclination towards contempt of women.

Absolute domination over women was one thing, cruelty was another thing 
altogether.


Excerpt from Fox's Guide to Secret America:

No guide to the backwaters of the Americas would be complete without a 
mention of Stepford.

The stories surrounding the bizarre west coast community of Stepford have
endowed the town with almost mythical status.

Founded in 1950 by Joshua Stepford as a community free of all communist 
influence, the town has reportedly grown to a population of several hundred

The very fact that the specific location of Stepford, other than it being
on the west coast is quite vague is an indication of the private nature of 
this community. And, indeed there are many skeptics who believe the entire 
town to be an urban myth, the product of hearsay and rumour.

I for one, do believe the town exists, possibly between Portland and 
Eureka. But my message to travelers is clear, even if you can find a map to
get there don't even bother, you almost certainly won't be allowed entry

From what we do know the community is a male dominated society, but as to
what degree we can only speculate. The town allegedly has its own laws and 
corporal punishment is practised within the community with strict dress 
codes required for all women.

Whether or not this is a community that follows any particular religion 
is not known. As to the town itself, being a gated community, its 
inhabitants can pretty much please themselves, and by all accounts this is 
exactly what they do.

Saul Rodebakker, Assistant Editor


The Main Gate

Excerpt from Stepford Life

But what better way to start our visit to Stepford by visiting the 
typical Stepford immigrants.

Fresh from the outside world Mr Norman Price has decided to move his 
young family to Stepford - by invitation, of course.

For Norman, and many more before him, the choices were quite simple-stay 
in the outside world with its soaring crime rate, creeping ghettos, left 
wing liberalism and watch both moral and cultural values disintegrate 
around him. Or move to a town that both upheld and revered good old 
fashioned values, where a man could be a gentleman and women would know 
their proper place.

The choice required little deliberation. For Norman Price has realised 
that Stepford is more than just a town. It is a symbol for all men who 
value the old ways and therefore feel a need to restore the natural order 
of family and community life.

Under the cover of darkness, the Price family enters their new life. All 
their immigration documents were in order and particular attention was paid
to Mrs and Miss Price's compliancy agreements. Without signed compliancy 
agreements, the Price family could not enter.

Either unwittingly or ignorantly (usually it was a mixture of the two), 
the pair of dozy daisies had signed legal documents that stated they had 
freely given up their democratic rights of freedom. There would be no 
voting, no free movement without permission, placing themselves wholly into
the paternal care of the head of the household - Mr Price.

Stepford women are generally treated as cherished possessions but also 
have to be nurtured and schooled the proper way. A new Stepford wife must 
learn quickly that her husband is now her master and her keeper. The 
husband must also realise that any unruliness, obstinacy or tardiness from 
his wife must result in her being bent over his knee, suffering a firm hand spanking.

For here in is this brave new world, this humbling environment, Mrs Price
will be allowed the opportunity to make good her marriage vows to love and 
obey.

In Stepford all masters are equal and all women equally mastered


The Van

From the parlour window, Mr Price watches fascinated as the burly chaps
sent from the Plenty Clinic load Mrs Price into the back of a transporter.

He can almost hear his heart thumping in his chest from the excitement, 
the pitiful sight of his trussed up wife bearing testament to the reality 
of the situation. Up until now, it had all been a bit of a blur for poor 
old Norman and he had been more than a little anxious as to how the lady 
members of his family would react to their new subjugated roles. But he 
hadn't expected them to come so quickly and in retrospect it really was for
the best.

He quietly reflects on the many questionnaires, photographs, medical 
reports and measurements the Stepford authorities had requested that he 
submit about his wife. He remembered how his mouth had visibly dropped open
when the Stepford Town representative had spelled out to him just exactly 
how the town of Stepford was run and what the town stood for.

Then came the real cost of entrance to this real life fantasy world. He 
had sold everything, which was only reasonable as nobody returns from 
Stepford - that is part of the agreement. The representative had made 
absolutely sure he was committed financially before he divulged the full 
picture of life in Stepford.

His mind had raced feverishly for days, bizarre images coming and going 
like an inescapable dream. Several times his wife had caught him just 
sitting staring at her, imagining. She had, of course little idea about the
extreme nature of his thoughts.

When he had finally mentioned the idea of moving to Stepford, a town 
where the crime rate was non-existent, the air clean and fresh and the town
clean and happy, the little wife had found no good reason why not to move 
to such a place. And, given her husband's ill health, she grew positively 
adamant that they should move as soon as possible.

Mr Price had, of course failed to mention a few choice details about 
Stepford and its people.

The removal team have lifted Mrs Price into the back of the low, hand 
drawn cart. Even from where he is stood, Mr Price can make out his wife's 
pretty eyes, wide and plaintive.

Silenced and packaged into a web of tight leather harnessing, Mrs Price 
hangs helplessly from a transporting trolley as strong hands slide open a 
rusty door to reveal a low hanging meat rack.

Whatever complaints she wanted to voice, the stiff head harness and plug 
gag muffles them saving the busy workers any undue embarrassment.


New Wives Please

On arrival, new wives are transported directly to the Plenty Clinic for
integration therapy and minor transformation surgeries*.

The Clinic is located within the Stepford hospital, a small infirmary but
furnished with the latest equipment and best staff.

It is here that Mrs Price finds herself detained in a sparse white cell. 
All around her are the noises of a busy, bustling hospital, distant echoes 
of clanging cell doors, the click clacking of hob-nailed boots marching up 
and down the labyrinth of corridors that make up the hospital's basement,

The calming effects of the sedative have long since worn off leaving poor
Mrs Price feeling a bit glum and lonely. Moving into a new town is always a
stressful time for women, but Mrs Price can rest assured that here at the 
clinic, Doctor Payne, the resident surgeon, will quite literally ensure 
that her face 'fits in'.


* Stepford Bylaw No. 5

All newly arrived women will report immediately to the hospital for 
assessment. The woman will be detained at the Plenty Clinic until such time
as any required surgical modifications can be carried out. During such 
time, the woman will be the property of the Clinic and the Clinic will be 
wholly responsible for that woman's conduct and safety during her stay.

All women are required by law to fulfil the following physical 
requirements and will be submitted to surgery to comply to these 
requirements:

a) Removal of all cranial hair to facilitate the wearing of wigs and/or 
synthetic looking hair. 

b) A wasped waist no greater than 18 inches diameter. 

c) A firm, full bust no less than 50HH. 

d) Piercing and ringing of nose, nipples, ears, tongue and labia.

e) Permanent marking of the skin with an identification number by tattoo 
or brand. 

f) Full, rounded lips. 

g) A small and pert button shaped nose. 

h) Large, wide eyes. 

i) Eyebrow removal, to be replaced with tattooed markings. 

j) Hips no narrower than 36 inches. 

k) Vocal chord removal.

Optical glasses may not be worn by women at any time in Stepford.

The amputation of all such limbs deemed unnecessary to the particular 
woman's function will be the sole decision of the woman's owner.


Wife Takers

A new home can leave a lady giddy with excitement. Having inspected the
smartly appointed kitchen, the laundry room, and made sure the bedrooms are
spick and span, Mrs Price's work is done for the time being. For Mrs Price 
is about to start a process of transformation of Pygmalion proportion. Like
a dull caterpillar she will be transformed into a brilliant butterfly, her 
natural feminine beauties exaggerated and accentuated under the skilful 
hands of Stepford's resident physician.

Stepford women are required to present a uniform standard of appearance 
for the pleasure of her husband and the townsmen. They are expected to be 
pleasing to the eye at all times both in apparel and in body shape. To 
achieve such uniform perfection all new wives are required to undergo the 
appropriate level of cosmetic surgeries.

Of course, this all seems to come as quite a surprise to Mrs Price. 
Luckily, Mr Price has used the prescribed sedative to make Mrs Price's 
transport to the clinic as smooth as possible.

The team of orderlies from the Plenty Clinic are thorough and fast. Mr 
Price watches on with fascination and understandable trepidation as the 
three men work around the limp form of his wife.

In her dreamy state, Mrs Price is semi-aware of the movement around her, 
blurry figures pull her up onto the kitchen table. She fights 
unconsciousness as her legs are pulled up onto the table and her knees 
spread wide. But now, sound asleep, she is blissfully unaware of the 
indignity of her treatment.

A deep leather collar is buckled around her slender neck. Matching straps
are buckled tight around the tops of her thighs to which a short steel bar 
is attached at a small circular plate positioned on the back of each strap.
Centred on the bar is a smooth stainless steel shaft. Approximately twelve 
inches long, hollow and round tipped, the steel shaft is gently driven a 
full six inches up into her,

'Is that REALLY necessary?' is the question in Mr Price's eyes, 
understandable as he is new to all this as well.

The orderlies give Mr Price a reassuring smile, knowing that once Mrs 
Price is returned he will forget these awkward moments - just like all the 
rest.

At nineteen, already a young woman, Poppy Price peeks in with a look of 
concern, but knows not to talk out of turn.


Dr Payne's Surgery

All the wondrous technological advances of medical science await a 
rather nervous Mrs Price. But she has nothing to fear. Dr Payne's abilities
in the art of reconstruction, augmentation and enlargement are second to 
none.

The Doctor has shaved her head, the floor now littered with thick blond 
tresses. Now, resplendent in surgery markings and looking pretty much like 
a road map of New York City, Mrs Price slips into unconsciousness.

Hey, presto! What a vast improvement and remarkable transformation! What 
woman wouldn't want to spend just one day at the Plenty Clinic. Let's have 
a quick tour of the new Mrs Price.

Note the widened hips and the removed lower ribs to endow the lucky lady 
with a voluptuous hour glass figure to die for.

Of course, there is no need for real hair when a multitude of styles, 
hair colors and lengths are available in wig form. And besides, just think 
of how much time will be saved when waiting for that little lady to get her
hair just right before leaving the house.

Ask any lady and she will confirm to you that one cannot have too many 
places to hang pretty baubles and trinkets. Piercings and rings at nose, 
mouth, and tongue will add greatly to her decorative appearance when fitted
with sparkling gems, tinkling bells, or lustrous pearls.

Widened nipples are now permanently dyed a luscious and inviting scarlet 
and are finished off with extended and thickened teats of a dimension 
sufficient to house a steel ring robust enough for fixing to tethers and 
leashes.

Lips are now full and pouting, taut to the touch and swollen like a 
delicious doughnut.

Eyes are now widened to create that wide-eyed, innocent look so becoming 
of all Stepford women.


Letter to Doctor Payne from Mr Norman Price:

Dear Sir, Thank you for the information you sent me regarding all 
aspects of cosmetic surgery. Yes, I will agree that almost any modification
appears to be possible. But at the moment my head is racing with so many 
questions and I hope you will be able to answer the most prominent for me. 
I am deeply concerned that my wife will not fully consent to such extreme 
modifications once we are arrived at Stepford. I realise that her signed 
consent forms are already in the possession of the Town Council, but I was 
just wondering how you would go about avoiding any unnecessary scene. With 
regards to the information I omitted by error, I would require Option D: 
Breasts enlarged to the maximum that the patient's frame and skin 
elasticity will support; which I note falls under the Punishment Category. 
Kind regards, Norman Price


In reply:

Dear Mr Price, In answer to your correspondence, we will 
forward you a strong sedative which Mrs Price must consume one hour before 
twelve noon. We will ensure Mrs Price is enlarged with the biggest implants
available to us as per your instruction. Yours, Dr Price


No Escape

The holding cupboards are arranged three meters apart, creating long 
avenues some hundred meters long. Each row comprises of individual steel 
cupboards stacked on top of each other six cupboards high. From each 
cupboard, hangs a pair of breasts, pulled through a narrow slot and gripped
by a steely vice.

Our new citizen looks a little nervous at the sight of her accommodation.
A sharp pain in her backside and the anaesthetic rises cold through her 
body like the northern winds.

Carefully, she is laid on the floor and, once more the men work around 
the defenceless maiden like a well oiled machine stripping her of her thigh
straps, mittens and shoes

Paralysed but fully conscious, she is gently lifted up off the floor to a
six inch hook that hangs down from a rail that slides out of each cupboard 
cell.

Now is an opportune moment to fit a silencing brank and tongue ring (see 
Stepford Bylaw No. 42). Unable to even blink, Jennifer watches the small 
piercing gun being held to her extended tongue.

With the brank in place and her ample bosom properly positioned, the door
is locked shut and its pretty captive must now await her surgeries* in 
blackened silence.


*Stepford Bylaw No. 6

Stepford women must be immediately classified at arrival. The master of
the household must designate a defined social category for the female 
members of his family. Classification of women is at the sole discretion of
the master of household. Appropriate body modifications and training will 
be supplied pending classification. The classifications are as follows in 
order of social status: Wife Status: Wife, bed-wife, trophy wife. Please 
note that Stepford abides by the law of monogamy. All wives are deemed the 
husband's property and therefore corporal punishments can only be administered 
by a husband.

Missy Status: Debutante, daughter, college student, unmarried property 
owned by master of the household

Servant Status: Maid, servant, street cleaner, farm labourer, teacher 
etc.

Courtesan Status: Mistress, prostitute, escort.

Animal Status: Cart horse, pony girl, dog, suckling sow, treadmill pony, 
milking cow, pit dog, mail horse. Wives cannot become pets but can be used 
as agricultural livestock.

Please note that under Bylaw No. 79, the town reserves the right to 
designate unmarried females of unsuitable facial qualities to be 
transformed and maintained as animals.


Housewife Returns

A very proud Mr Price returns home with his new and much improved wife.
Doesn't Mrs Price look spectacularly different compared to the rather dull 
and dowdy creature that left for the clinic a month ago.

Tentatively, a Daze™ drowsy Mrs Price has to be gently pushed forward 
into the parlour for a full viewing. Now fully restrained in wrist shackles
and silenced with a heavy tongue bell, she can see from the stifled giggles
around her that she has been released of all parental authority. Her status
in the household is now that of pretty doll, a controllable object both 
servile and submissive even to her own daughter.

Her breasts, once symbols of her maternity and a subversive lure to the 
lusts of all men are now bloated burdens, exposed in their vastness as 
objects of cruel ridicule.

Careful to obey the new rules by which her life is now governed, Mrs 
Price stoops low with deference, her head lower than the males' heads 
around her.

After months of forced inactivity, thought depravation and intellectual 
stimulus, Mrs Price now possesses a mind much more simple. So, sensing that
there has been too much excitement for one day, Mr Price slips a thick 
leather hood over his toy's head and stands her quietly in the corner.

Like all youngsters in a household, Buck and Poppy have their own new and
complex lives to deal with and so Mrs Price is soon a forgotten novelty.

Mindful that there is much for Buck and Poppy to learn regarding his 
wife's new transformation, he pins up a list of House Rules and regulations
that will ensure that any disobedience is promptly reported.


House Rules for Doll:

1) Doll must obey all rules, requests, and orders given to her by the 
males of the household.

2) Doll is not allowed to talk. Specifically, Doll is not allowed to 
communicate with other female members of the household.

3) Doll must be reported to the head of the household for any 
disobedience no matter how minor.

4) Doll is not allowed to leave the house unaccompanied by a male member 
of the household

5) In public, Doll must be kept on a leash at all times.

6) After 9p.m. Doll must be locked into her crouching cage.

7) Doll must not be fed anything but the prescribed foodstuff.

8) Doll is not allowed on the furniture.

9) Punishments will be carried out once weekly and will be administered 
on a rotational basis between male members of the family.

10) Doll answers only to the name 'Doll'. Response to any other name is 
punishable.

11) On rare occasions, Doll will be rented or borrowed by other members 
of the community. You will not acknowledge Doll in any way during this 
period of time.

12) When not in use, Doll must be put in the corner of the room or put 
into her cage during longer periods of inactivity or during the time at 
which the house is empty.

13) Doll must avert her eyes at all times.

14) Doll's mittens and shoes must never, under any circumstances, be 
removed.

15) Doll must eat all the food given to her.


Off to College

Its a bright and crisp Monday morning and here we see Mr Price, like 
many a proud father before him, seeing off a rather nervous Poppy on her 
first day at Stepford Ladies College". The College has a fine record for 
the schooling of young minds in the way of the Stepford lady. Her father 
can rest assured that his little darling will have an education tailored to
suit her new lifestyle.

Discipline and feminine duties are the order of the day at Stepford's 
fine academy and Poppy is fitted with her first silencer, which will allow 
her to concentrate on instruction without the distraction of careless 
gossip and girlish chatter.

At nineteen years of age, Poppy will be in the first year where she will 
learn the lost values of a better but bygone age. A young lady must begin 
to stand and sit with a refined gracious posture that best shows off her 
body, her first duty to her new community being that of a pretty ornament 
to be paraded along the high streets and avenues of the town. She will 
learn how best to preen and perfume herself for the benefit of the 
gentlemen’s' eye along with more practical knowledge such as how to remove 
an unsightly stain from a carpet or the fine art of flower arranging.

Like all youngsters, Poppy will look to her peers to show her the 
accepted behaviour.

No doubt, Poppy will welcome the absence of academic subjects which just 
clutter and confuse a female mind. She will have no need of arithmetic in 
Stepford as she will refrain and be removed from any activity that requires
serious thought or decision. She will quickly learn that any important 
matters are strictly the domain of the men and her opinion will neither be 
valued or warranted.


*Stepford Bylaw No.4

All young ladies new to the town, excepting wives, must attend Stepford
College for the period of one year and during that time achieve
an acceptable level of understanding of her new social status. Students 
will conform unconditionally to the college rules. Students must wear 
college uniform during college hours. The College has a strict policy of 
corporal punishment as deterrent against tardiness, noisiness, daydreaming 
and disobedience. Punishment is by caning only and will be administered by 
the appointed staff no less than twenty-four hours after an offence has 
been committed.


Crime & Punishment

Stepford Bylaw No. 4 permits the College to administer corporal 
punishment to students breaking college rules.

Stepford College is not the kind of institution where youngsters are 
allowed to spit, cuss or chew gum.

Here we see two naughty minxes being forced to contemplate the error of 
their ways. A tight head harness and pear gag inflated to both silencing 
and punishing levels have been installed, along with a stiff, itchy 
straitjacket on naked flesh.

Here comes Schoolmaster Wicket, swishing 'Old Faithful' as he crunches 
over the gravelled yard ready to dispense some swift justice.


Stepford College Rules & Regulations

All students are expected to arrive promptly at College at 9a.m. Monday
thru Friday and leave the premises at 9 p.m. All students will wear full 
College uniform on College premises at all times. All students must suckle 
at canteen feeder pipes during lunchtimes and must consume a full portion 
of feed. Students must achieve set standards within set time limits before 
they can graduate onto the next level. Students who fail the end of year 
assessment will be required to retake the year. During College trips, all 
students must behave in an orderly and obedient manner.


Punishments

Deviation from any of the above rules and requirements will 
result in swift and severe punishment. Punishment for such failings at 
Stepford College is by caning to the bare behind, tops and backs of thighs,
hands and feet.


Serious Offences

Under Bylaw No. 69, students are not permitted to form 
relationships of an unhealthy and deviant nature. Students are not 
permitted to leave College premises at any time during the college day. All
students must show unconditional obedience to staff members at all times. 
Fighting is strictly forbidden. Writing is strictly forbidden. Speaking is 
strictly forbidden. All such offences will result in detention. Offenders 
will be made to wear a spiked brank and head harness, breast cages, they 
will be stripped of their uniform and kept in a punishment cage overnight. 
A combination of offences will result in long term caging.


Lessons in Life

Here we see Stepford School Ma'am, Mammy, conducting a lesson in 
posture. A young student demonstrates the sleeping apparatus all students 
must wear during nighttime as part of their homework.

A teacher in her former life, Mammy was bought by and is the sole 
property of the College*. Mammy is kept in the College and lives in the 
basement where her immediate needs are provided for by the schoolmaster. 
Being college property, Bill Wicket is free to utilise Mammy for whatever 
extra curriculum activity he deems necessary. Local gossip would suggest 
that the schoolmaster, a widower, and the handsome Mammy are sweethearts, 
an accusation few have dared put forward to the fiery schoolmaster.

Mammy herself was by all records a feisty and fearsome character on her 
arrival at Stepford. It seemed that no amount of force could whip the red 
head into submission, but bought for a specific purpose, the townsfolk 
rallied and came up. Mammy is now living testament to the civilising effect
of Stepford. Mammy now sees it as a privilege to pass on her knowledge of 
female servitude and submission


Council Document 234/789/WPARKER - Private e Confidential Council Members
Only

Amendments to Accounts: Monies paid to Carew Detective Agency $1200 for 
the research and investigation into Maria Jane Eagle.

Monies paid to Cynthia Peaches Coombes $4000

Monies paid to Coleridge Cosmetic Surgery Clinic $20,000

Monies paid to Louisiana Public Records $8000

Monies paid / donation to Louisiana State Police Welfare Fund $12,000

Monies paid to Senator Coleridge's election campaign fund $12,000

Monies paid to Ace Trucking, haulage and transport $400

Monies paid to Blossoms Escort Agency $7000

Monies paid to Maria Eagle for term of contract / Stepford Schoolteacher 
$0

NOTE: This document to be filed in Miscellaneous and NOT to be entered 
into the Annual Spend Report.


Doctor Payne's Vault

Beneath the Stepford Hospital is a dirt floor basement with a vaulted 
ceiling. Dr Payne uses this cool and draughty space in which to store all 
the women who are awaiting breast enlargements, piercing, or amputations in
his busy clinic above. It is here that Bimbolina has been stored to await 
her various cosmetic surgeries.

A stickler for order and efficiency, Dr Payne has Bimbolina locked tight 
within a steel holding box, the restraints involved would give even Houdini
a run for his money!

Extracted from Dr Payne's Records:

Patient's Admittance Form Patient 

Veronica Frinton - Bimbolina Age: 26 Owner: Bill Frinton, The Apartment, 
High Street. Treatment Conversion from wife to Bed-Wife classification. 
Conversion details: Breast and facial lip enlargement, eye widening, digit 
removal, nipple enhancement, rectum and vaginal lengthening and tightening.
Notes: Bimbolinas original psychological evaluation records indicated that 
she was by all accounts a head strong young lady, indeed her path to 
submission was a long and drawn out affair which cost me valuable time and 
money. I will therefore make doubly sure this time that this lady is kept 
firmly in her place for the near future, Joshua Stepford said: "Humiliation
is the medicine of the proud female" and in this case a pair of 
bovine-sized udders will ensure both a better degree of control of the 
young lady and a reminder to her of her diminished and subservient status. 
Patient initially stored in box for no less than two weeks softening 
period, ample enough time for a weakening of the mind and a loosening of 
the skin to allow implants. Confinement will also allow patients stomach 
and digestive system to accustom to liquid diet. Patients head to be 
enclosed by one medium gauge rubber hood, mouth hole only, then a 
supplementary leather hood over this layer and laced to maximum tightness. 
Leather hood to be applied wet. Final layer comprising of a double-skin, 
inflatable pressure crusher hood. Breasts pierced and ringed and chained at
maximum stretch to inner box footplate, steel hoops placed at one-inch 
intervals along each breast. Ten milligrams of Daze™ to be administered 
every eight hours after first week.


New Wives Please - Dr Payne's Handiwork

Poor George is all in a muddle, so many fantastic options with which to
improve his wife, Bimbolina's dull appearance. But George is in safe hands.
Doctor Payne calmly and carefully guides him through all the available 
procedures.

Perhaps George would to see the pretty Bimbolina converted into a pet - a
mega-breasted milkmaid. A sultry bed-wife with a body modification to 
match?

The list of alterations, enlargements, reductions and modifications is 
endless but Dr Payne's expertise is equally diverse. Having study all the 
very latest techniques in the best cosmetic surgeries all over the world, 
Dr Payne has singlehandedly designed and determined the Stepford look that 
all the towns women are required to have embellished onto their bodies.

With new arrivals being made to comply with Bylaw No.5 and customers such
as George bringing his wife in for alterations to comply with the new 
bylaw, Dr Payne has never been busier. He is quietly anxious that another 
skilled physician is needed to help with his work and yet filling such a 
position is no easy task.

Firstly, any potential candidate has to be researched and vetted by 
external agencies. Then they have to be put forward and accepted by the 
Town Council. The candidate is then interviewed on the outside and 
generally briefed on life in Stepford.

It is also a requirement that proposed Town members are sufficiently 
wealthy enough to pay the entrance fee. However, in the case of persons 
deemed vital to the smooth running of the community, entrance fees are 
generally waived.

Dr Payne arrived in Stepford young and bold. He had excellent credentials
but would have had to wait several years to be involved in the kind of 
surgeries the town wanted him to perform immediately. It was a big enough 
carrot and Dr

Payne never looked back. Over the past few years, Dr Payne has gone from 
mere practitioner to cosmetic wizard. Plain, dull creatures enter his 
surgery only to emerge as dazzling, living love-dolls, crawling submissive 
pets or ringed and hoofed beasts of burden.

He has approached the Town Council with a request for assistance but as 
yet has received no solid commitment, the upcoming elections taking 
precedence over mundane civil matters.


New Wife - Dr Payne's Handiwork

Bimbolina surveys her new world, the two foot rod gag pulling her head 
low in an attractively demure posture.

Dr Payne has worked wonders on Bimbolina, enlarging her breasts to 
humiliating proportions, stretching her collagen swollen nipples and 
ring piercing them with gay tassels.

As a bed-wife, Bimbolina will be confined to the bedroom, held wanton and
available with chains and straps to support her massive breasts. Her 
burdensome udders would be far too cumbersome and heavy for public life and
are designed for a life confined to a bed.

Silly old George has pulled out all the stops for the arrival of his new 
wife having a special room designed to house his newly rekindled love and 
romance, with Bimbolina the central focus of that lusty endeavour.

A short bed that will hold her quite comfortably in an inviting posture 
dominates the center of the room. A raised pillow fitted with breast clamps
will keep her in a position best suited to ensure her newly tightened 
pleasure portals are made available for her husband twenty-four hours a 
day.

It is not uncommon for wives to be held within their homes indefinitely; 
and as in this case, sometimes they are not permitted to ever leave a 
specific room.

George, who leads a quite homely lifestyle, has no need for a trophy wife
and so this particular type of wife best suits him. In George's household, 
a woman is seen very much as an object of pleasure to be used when needed 
and stored away when appetites have been sated.

A bed-wife's life is an uncomplicated one and soon Bimbolina will learn 
to greet her husband's visits as special treats in the vain hope that one 
day she will see the outside of her room if her master is pleased by her 
service. But this is a faraway dream on her part, as bed-wives, in view of 
the pleasure enhancing alterations made to their bodies, seldom make it back 
into public life.

A husband is also constrained by such arrangements, being allowed by law 
to take a mistress but only being able to marry once. Old bed-wives usually
find their way to the town brothel or are confined to a pen and used as a 
suckling sow.

As a way of exaggerating the permanence of her arrangement, Bimbolina is 
lead to the soft bed where a steel chain and collar are fitted and the 
short chain is symbolically welded to a plate at the wall.


School Daze

Fresh air is good for the body and soul and is in abundance in Stepford
Town. Here we see young Poppy Price, now a senior being paraded at College 
on the seniors open cart.

Missy Price and her classmates enjoy a welcome breakfast snack of Daze™ 
protein drink before lessons.

Containing all the valuable nutrients and vitamins, Daze™ is the only 
outside product available within Stepford that is made under license at the
Plenty Clinic. Daze™ has a pleasant, calming effect on women, keeping them 
both serene, controllable, and free of useless energies.

All the women of Stepford know the calming delights of Daze™ and are 
entitled to a daily dose by law.

Even the most stubborn, strong willed, intellectually minded Amazon can 
be brought to her knees by a single dose making it a useful friend in any 
man's medicine cabinet.


Message on Daze™ bottle:

For use only in schools, colleges, young ladies' institutes, and young 
ladies' detention centers. Formulated for use on ladies aged 18 - 20. 
Please always read the label and always follow suggested dosage. This 
product is part of an ongoing trial. Users of this drug will accept that 
they are using an experimental product and will not be entitled to 
compensation should complications arise. School Daze™ are happy Daze™ and 
we hope that a daily serving of special edition Daze™ formulated for 
growing ladies will take the bounce out of her step. Here at Daze™ 
Laboratories we are working tirelessly to bring you new and exciting 
products to help you in your daily task of dominating and suppressing 
women. School Daze™ is designed to counteract the natural exuberance and 
energy found in youngsters and is therefore much more powerful than standard 
Daze™.

This product may be taken orally, intravenously, anally or vaginally and 
has a working time of two minutes and a lasting effect per dose of 
twenty-four hours. Prolonged use of this product may cause addictive 
responses, which may eventually subside. Prolonged use of this product may 
cause permanent paralysis of the tongue. Supplementary effects of this 
product are short-sightedness, dizziness, blurred vision, lack of appetite, 
swelling of the nipples and hips, and hair loss.


Courting

Doesn't time fly!

It looks like young Buck Price has gone and gotten himself a young 
sweetheart. An evening parade down the high street hand-in-leash is a 
respectable venue for a courting couple, premarital chastity being one of 
the cornerstones of Stepford values.

This local tradition also serves to display to the wider community that 
Buck has first call at this pretty Missy come the Debutante Ball in the 
Spring

Buck has settled in well at Stepford Young Gentleman's Academy. Here he 
learns a palette of academic skills which will be invaluable to his 
community when he graduates.

Being a self-sufficient community, the town also requires Buck to learn a
wide range of practical skills such as agriculture, construction, brewing, 
mechanics, self defence and fire fighting.

And of course there is always room for fun. Buck has turned into a fine 
athlete, long distance running appearing to be his particular forte.

Soon Stepford will have nurtured another fine gentleman to add to its 
growing populace. When that time comes, Buck will be encouraged to take a 
wife to look after his manliness.

The young Missy Frinton is in the same class as Buck's sister. She knows 
only too well that her life will change dramatically in the next year and 
may even find herself a married woman after next year's Ball, if she is 
lucky. Failing to be sold into marriage, the young Missy could find herself
used in any manner of ways to suit the needs of the wider community

Her father and owner also knows the importance of a good match. A 
proposal from a fine young fellow like Buck Price will result in his 
daughter's selling price creeping higher and higher as she attracts more 
attention from other suitors. Almost certainly, he will sell her to the 
highest bidder but old man Frinton is pleased to see such early interest in
his property


*Stepford Bylaw No.16

A Missy is required to attend Stepford College until she has reached 
the dowry age of nineteen years. At this point she will be made available 
for viewing at the next Debutante's Ball. All Missys will be sold to the 
highest bidder in a fair and public auction at the end of the Ball. 
Owners are required by law to accept the highest offer, a percentage of 
which will be submitted to the Town coffers. Missys that fail to attract a 
buyer will be presented at the next available livestock auction and the 
same rules of sale will apply.


Coming of Age

When a young gentleman reaches a certain age of maturity a whole new 
world begins to open up to him. Here in Stepford it is no different. At 
twenty-one years of age, Buck Price is now an adult. He has the right to 
vote, the right to take a wife, and the right to work.

His proud father formally introduces his son to the other men of the town
and a toast is proposed.

Dry martinis are usually the order of the day at the Holey Cow saloon but
this is a special occasion and French champagne is what's needed. But the 
celebrations do not stop there. A quick look-out for the Sheriff and fine 
Cuban cigars are passed around in readiness for a very special cabaret laid
on specially for young Buck Price, voter number 559 in this years 
elections.


Excerpt from Buck's Diary:

Dear Journal, it hardly seems a year since we 
arrived at Stepford. At the time, the town seemed harsh and cruel with all 
its rules and regulations. I remember feeling not a little sorry for the 
fair ladies in the household as one by one they were taken away shackled 
and gagged, degraded like common criminals to be modified. I was saddened 
when they were returned, shaved bald, be-wigged, their breasts enlarged and
exposed and their spirits quiet and drowsy. I laugh out loud now, when I 
think how wrong I was. My soft thoughts were a mockery of my manhood and 
betrayed my ignorance of the way things were and how they really ought to 
be. I know now that all women are weak, just as they are meant to be. It is
man's job to both protect and control the weak - this is nature's law, a 
law that the outside world has chosen to degrade and pervert. The ladies of
the house are now fully under control, shackled, leashed and subservient, 
ready to obey our every command. It they err from duty, Papa is not frugal 
with the cane or the crouching cage that is kept in the damp dinginess of 
our basement - Spare the rod, spoil the child as the saying goes. Papa has 
become a mine of knowledge as, being head of the household, he is required 
to know all the Stepford bylaws off by heart.

For instance, neither of our women are allowed to raise their heads above 
ours, even when we are seated. When there is no man in the house, all women
must be locked in their cupboards. No woman may leave the house unattended 
by a man. Papa also seems much happier, memories of his illness are now far
from all our thoughts. This town is now dear to me. Here I get respect and 
I have respect for my fellow man. As a community we are strong and I feel 
we could overcome the very winds if we put our minds to it. I have started 
stepping out with Mr Frinton's Missy. I do not know if she will be the one 
for me as there are so many pretty Missys to choose from, a chap could 
become spoiled. But Missy Frinton is a delightful creature and I can only 
imagine how splendid she will look when she is completed with enlarged 
breasts and thick, succulent lips. Got to go now and get ready. My first 
ever party at the Holey Cow Saloon.


Honeymoon Over

Breast leashed and thigh hobbled, the newly modified Mrs Payne is 
inspected by her husband, Doctor Nathaniel Payne.

A professional eye is cast over the recreation before him. Nicely swollen
breast meat, not too soft, not too hard, and kept taut in a gouging mesh of
leather. Like all men, Dr Payne enjoys the sight of a slim framed woman 
made cumbersome and slow by the weighty burden of a set of gargantuan 
udders. Prolonged use of bovine hormones has also bestowed on the hapless 
maiden a pair of deep leathery teats of a sufficient dimension to 
accommodate thick steel rings. A full pneumatic pout outlines the widened 
mouth, arms now useless stumps, the sign of an opulent household wealthy 
enough to provide servants for menial tasks.

Of course, Dr Payne is a very busy man and has little time for either 
home comforts or the constraints of matrimony. Therefore, Mrs Payne is 
little more than a Trophy Wife and her duties will consist mainly of 
bedroom duties and being paraded in public as the doctor's showpiece 
property.


Extract from Rules and Etiquette for Wives by J. Stepford:

The trophy wife is expected to be prettified at all times. Be most 
generous with your pretty bauble and ensure that the maiden is tethered up 
along the high street at least once a week as a spectacle for your brothers
to enjoy. Being classified as an object of little more use than carnal 
pleasure, it may be both logical and advantageous to remove upper limbs 
altogether and lower limbs below the knee. Her breasts must be enlarged to 
the very maximum to afford you a soft pillow when you have dispensed with 
her for the night. Don't be miserly with your property, ensure a well made 
replica of your manhood visits deep inside her throughout the day. This 
will serve as a constant reminder to the little lady as to
who she is owned by and what she is used for. In view of the trophy 
wife's carnal function it is imprudent to clutter up her pretty mouth with 
complicated gags and stoppers. Tongue removal or vocal chord surgery should
provide enough peace and quiet for a decent night's sleep It is a trophy 
wife's duty to quickly become proficient in accommodating her husband in 
all three of her portals of pleasure lest she commit the offence of 
enraging or frustrating him. Given her status, your neighbour will not 
think less of you if your trophy wife remains confined to the matrimonial 
bed by means of a shackle or more conveniently stored in a comfortable box 
under the bed. Crude as my advice may seem, vestigial virgins make poor 
trophy wives. They are timid in their appearance and lacklustre in bed. 
Take the advice of an old gold miner, for what it's worth and pick your 
bed-bride from the local whore house. But be sure to pick a fresh one!


Doctor Payne and Missy

Hello, look here, if it isn't Doc Payne and his new bride. What a 
handsome couple they make and how delightful that the new Mrs Payne's 
marital duties extend to accompanying her husband to his surgical office.

Obviously very much in love, Doctor Payne keeps his new wife on a short 
leash. Denied sight, silenced, rendered fetchingly vulnerable by the 
absence of arms and hindered by ballooning breastflesh, the little wife is 
surely a prime example of a captive of matrimony.

We can see also that the little lady is all set to become the town's new 
fashion setter. Note the slender feet captured in shiny steel pointe 
slippers hidden under a black satin ankle skirt.


Minutes of the Stepford Town Council Meeting No.4537:

Matters raised by William Parker, treasurer. The honourable member remained 
concerned that certain members of the community are parading their female 
property in garments of an extreme and unnecessarily punitive nature. The 
member also stated a concern that such cruel garments were easily accepted 
into common highstreet fashion which in turn would lead to a subtle erosion 
of town values. The member put forward a proposal that a specific dress code 
should be drawn up and added to the town bylaws.

This proposal was seconded by Mr Frinton. The proposal was opposed by Mr 
Junior Jackson who read this statement for the record: "This town was 
founded on the principle that a man should have the right to govern his own
family and property as be sees fit within the guidelines of a sympathetic 
legal system. To diminish or constrain those basic rights is to display the
same degree of liberalism that all of us sought to evade when moving to 
this fair town. I therefore urge my honourable brothers to vote against 
this proposal on the grounds that it is a fundamental denial of rights."

Mr William Parker replied to the Council: "The right to have free control
over or womenfolk is not in question here. The right to zealously humiliate
and degrade our womenfolk in public is!"

In reply, Mr Junior Jackson stated: "My honourable friend is gravely 
mistaken if he thinks that he can apply a generalised rule that will 
service the whole community effectively. I do not think my honourable 
friend realises that each man must be allowed the freedom to publicly 
humiliate or degrade his property as an ultimate punishment and as a 
deterrent to other such property harbouring disobedient motions."

At this point there was a forceful row, the Sheriff was called, and the 
meeting closed.


Mother & Daughter

A hearty 'hello' to the Price ladies, now looking every inch the 
perfect vision of fashionable Stepford women about town.

Heavy steel tongue balls are an elegant and excellent manner in which to 
impose silence on your womenfolk. Doesn't young Missy Price look smart in 
her new college uniform and Mrs Price is positively radiant with charm!

But why look so nervous, ladies, don't you know that Stepford is looking 
on at you with fond admiration and much grateful viewing pleasure?

It's a beautiful day here in Stepford, birds busy in the trees and the 
faintest salt breeze sneaking in from the sea. What better time for a 
family to take a ride around town.

In a few moments time the taxi will arrive, a handsome two-seater buggy, 
drawn by two powerful nubian workhorses*. Mr Price will take a seat beside 
the driver, instructing him to take the carriage at such a pace as to 
warrant a slow trot from his women folk hitched on neck leashes behind 
the carriage.

Desperate to please her master and husband, Mrs Price will gaze 
pleadingly at her sulky daughter to comply.

Scorched with embarrassment, once the buggy sets off, the young Missy 
will have no choice but to trot like the fettered animal she has become. 
Beside her, the pitiful sight that is her own destiny, her mother, Mrs 
Price, puffs and pants, her heavy, exposed breasts bouncing lewdly with 
every constrained stride. Two shiny brass nipple bells herald her and her 
daughter's approach as they trundle down the sun filtered street.

Of course, a man out for a gentle ride with his family is a perfectly 
normal sight here in Stepford but, sitting aloft in his seat, Stepford's 
newest gentleman member cannot help but feel like a king parading his new 
domain and his new chattel.

Nevertheless, this simple ritual is highly symbolic on Mr Price's part. 
The public display of power over one's womenfolk, harnessed and leashed, is
not only pleasing to the eye but reinforces the town's status quo.

* An extract from Chapter Transport Industry by J. Stepford: 

The American automobile provides an individual freedom of movement, 
independence, and a quicker pace of life in general. It therefore has no 
place in our society. Freedom in Stepford town is of a cerebral quality, 
which cannot be provided by mere engines and wheels. Furthermore, this town
has neither the resources nor the lungs to allow this greedy and choking 
beast into our midst. Transport within the town will be provided by the 
acquisition of strong nubians, procured specially to serve menial tasks of 
labour and locomotion. Care

will be taken to ensure these equine slaves are broad backed with 
high-pitched backsides and lengthy limbs. Being prepared to provide such 
mindless service, each of these slaves will be of a low intellect and 
mellow nature. They will be housed and provided for in such circumstances 
that would suit livestock. In all other aspects of life, these slaves will 
be treated as beasts of burden, harnessed as horses, made to plough the 
fields like oxen and required to bear the brand of their owner.


Worker

To pay for extra modifications that Dr Payne deemed necessary, Mr Price
has agreed to let his wife work off her debt by way of a part-time job in 
the doctor's surgical office.

Menial tasks are all that are allowed, but this in itself is an immense 
privilege and more than a little reward for her newfound, unerring obedience 
and devotion to her master and husband.

A simple enough task for her pretty little head to cope with; press the 
red button when someone walks through the door. Press the green button when
someone leaves.

Mrs Price is also required to allow the doctor's clients to view her 
modifications and improvements.

Doctor Payne is more than pleased with such a pretty decoration to 
brighten up his drab waiting room.

As a show of gratitude to Mr Price, Dr Payne secretly had the corners of 
her mouth pierced and ringed from which he hung two strings of gold chain 
and matching bells. What a nice surprise for Me Price and more than a mere 
show of friendship.

In fact, the two men have become close buddies, sharing beers at the 
Holey Cow after office hours where, more than likely the conversation 
always ends with Dr Payne's insistence that Mrs Price would be greatly 
improved without arms.

Venus de Milo can stay in a museum, chortles Mr Price, already aware that
Dr Payne, even in leisure is always on the look out for ways in which to 
swell his surgical coffers.


*Stepford Bylaw No. 99

Stepford women of various status may be employed in tasks outside the 
home. Such employment may not result in any payment whatsoever. 
Furthermore, no reward or compensation may be directed at the female 
employee. Gifts, services, or compensatory items may be offered to the 
owner by way of rental of his property. Such arrangements must not be at 
the detriment to the efficient running of the household, which is the 
wife's primary duty. In such arrangements, the employer will accept all 
responsibilities of public order and obedience from the owner. The employer
will have legal permission to sentence and carry out forcible corporal 
punishment on the employee as necessary. However, the owner will not be 
deemed responsible or liable for any breakages or losses during this 
period. Wives are not permitted to partake in the following employment 
outside the home: prostitution, escorting, photographic modeling, massage, 
heavy labour, cart-pulling.

Suitable employment for wives: basic clerical work, litter picking, 
scarecrow, shop window display, suckling slaves, flower stand, newspaper 
stand, slave grooming Bed-wives may not partake in the following external 
employment: housework, clerical work or any other tasks other than those 
set out below. Examples of suitable employment for Bed wives: prostitution,
escorting, photographic modeling, massage


Housewife

A Stepford wife's work is never done but Mrs Price has settled into her
new lifestyle famously. Mrs Price is kept quite literally on her toes, 
cooking, cleaning and caring for her family in the good old fashioned way. 
During the late evening when the family gathers to read, Mrs Price serves 
drinks and snacks and then retires to the corner of the room awaiting her 
orders. A typical day might go like this: The alarm bell sounds and sleepy 
Mr Price leans over, fumbling with the chain and clip that secures his 
wife's sleeping leash to the head of the bed.

Required by law to remain constantly corseted to wasp-like dimensions, 
Mrs Price teeters over to her walk-in wardrobe where billowing petticoats, 
bright gingham frocks, and sparkling jewels surround her from floor to 
ceiling. She clothes herself knowing full well that her master may order 
her to change at any given time during the day. But, as all the clothes she
wore had been picked to suit her husband's tastes alone, it mattered little
what she picked, as long as she was presentable in front of the youngsters 
as she served breakfast.

Even during sleep, Mrs Price must respect her husband so she crawls on 
hands and knees out of the room, her head considerably lower than that of 
her snoring husband.

Downstairs, Mrs Price carefully prepares pancakes, which is no easy feat 
in her thick restrictive mittens as one by one the drowsy members of the 
family appear at the breakfast table. Mrs Price is neither noticed nor 
acknowledged as she stoops low to serve the seated men first.

Poppy is in training, so with hands behind her back, a bib is attached 
around her neck and she is fed morsels from her plate by her brother.

Once the meal is served, Mrs Price attends to the dirty dishes and other 
chores. After breakfast, she is taken upstairs where additions to her day's
attire are selected - maybe a pair of nipple bells and

a pair of polka dot bows, maybe a mesh of flesh gouging breast straps?

Both youngsters have left for college and soon Mr Price will depart for a
day at the office.

Mrs Price is now securely bound into her crouching cage, the door release
timed to reopen at four o'clock. With barely an inch of movement in any 
direction Mrs Price settles herself for another day in Stepford. The front 
door slams shut, the many deadbolts click into place. Silence.


Wife Breaker

Naughty Stepford wives are sometimes afforded the most diabolical 
punishments but in this case this delightful contraption is serving to 
house train the housewife.

Nose clipped and strapped to a vast steel shaft designed to stretch the 
jaw to the very limits, poor Mrs Price must teeter endlessly around the 
room in a meaningless circle.

All the while, merry bells tinkle, seemingly scorning with delight her 
mundane and submissive task. A thick crouching belt keeps Madam at a 
respectable level, whilst the many pretty bows that decorate her apparel 
serve to provide a mesmerising sight at bedtime. Such repetitive and 
humbling tasks are the cornerstone of domination and control and were the 
devices much favoured by our founder, Joshua Stepford:


Excerpt from Proper Housetraining by J. Stepford.

A lady will invariably only respect those who exhibit total control 
over her person and circumstances. This chapter deals with the various 
techniques and basic apparatus by which to break in a new mare. First you 
will need a stout wooden crate measuring no more than four feet by two feet
by three feet. Then shears and a razor, waxed bandages, three short lengths
of rubber pipe (diameter one inch), tattoo gun or branding fork, latex 
rubber casting of your manhood adapted as a gagging device, handcuffs and 
chains. Firstly and most importantly a woman must be stripped of all 
identity, purpose and freedom. It is most advantageous to shave your woman 
to baldness as most women view their hair as a primary part of their 
appearance and therefore identity. Reduce her sense of identity further by 
assigning her a number or new name by which she is to be called. This number 
or name can be tattooed or branded upon her in a visible portion of her body. A 
period of solitary confinement combined with strenuous exercise will weaken
her mind whilst maintaining her body in full health and good appearance. 
Deny your captive full movement, light and vision, speech and hearing. Over
a period of no less than four weeks, gradually restore these items back to 
the woman, speech, of course, remaining removed. After such time you will 
find the woman more malleable, accepting of her subjugated status and 
purpose. It is now time to involve more complicated efforts in your woman's
training. Deliver your woman to the basements on the Pit Gymnasium off the 
High Street. Here you will find a mechanical device commissioned and 
designed to suit the specific task of subservience training Attached to the
device for a prolonged duration, the woman will be forced to push, at her 
own velocity, the heavy steel member around the floor. Knowing that she 
will only be released from her humiliating task when no fewer than one 
thousand laps have been completed, the woman will be further weakened by 
her own willing submission and compliance.


Rubberization & Crating

Now comes the final part of the transformation process.

Like a fine French wine, Mrs Price will be left to mature, clasped, bald 
head to pretty toe in thick rubber, her every movement checked by stringent
bondage and her entire self confined within a stout holding crate. During 
such time Mrs Price's breasts will begin to balloon under the influence of 
powerful bovine hormones adding further pressure on the toothed sandwich 
clamp that bites down on her tender udders. Under her rubber confinement is
a supplementary layer of beeswaxed bandages, necessary to strip all hair 
once removed. Over that is a layer of thick canvas, measured to fit at 
Linley's Tailors, number six on the High Street, fine tailoring to suit 
your needs.

Stepford is by no means a high technology community and the locals put 
great store in the tried and tested techniques of the past rather than the 
speculative wizardry that confounds the outside world. All the gadgets and 
devices in the world cannot achieve the subtle changes of mind and 
temperament that are the inevitable results of a prolonged dose of solitary
confinement.

Suffering in silence is what is now prescribed for Mrs Price as the crate
lid is nailed shut offering no chance of escape or ear for her distant and 
plaintive mewing.

Twin hoses will cleanse and empty the captive bundle and a solitary feed 
pipe pushed through a hole in the crate wall will no doubt be eventually 
discovered in the darkness by this wriggling pupa. For one month and one 
day, Mrs Price will remain entombed, the focus of her day the daily feed of
nutrients and hormones that she will be required to suck hard from the 
nozzle of her feeder, formed as a replica of her husband's erect manhood.


Stepford Bylaw No.88 

Boxes, Cupboards, Cages and Crates: 

The confinement of your property within a box or crate is altogether a 
satisfactory arrangement. However, due care and attention must be taken to 
ensure: 

a) Sufficient breathing and ventilation space is provided. 

b) Sufficient food and waste management is provided. 

c) The box is stored in a safe environment away from the fluctuations of 
the weather and the dangers of flooding or fire. 

d) A storing permit is filled in, giving full details of location and 
length of storage and deposited at the police station. 

e) The storage box must be inhabited by only one female at a time.


Missy Good Bye

The use of a thumping hobble is a clear indication that a young lady 
has reached the age and level of maturity that makes her acceptable as a 
future bride. The hobble is used on young ladies, attached and inserted to 
develop a smooth, short, slow step by the wearer. Any sudden movement or 
quickening in stride will cause the hobble to rebound uncomfortably upward.
When a young lady in Stepford reaches a level of maturity it is also time 
for her to be undergo body modification.

It must be a proud and exciting day for Missy as she gingerly shuffles up
the ramp into the back of the hospital transporter. If she is to be ready 
for this year's debutante ball she will need to get a move on. Much work 
needs to be done at the Clinic, breasts and lips enlarged, lose a few ribs,
and nip that waist.

Neighbour Bill Parker cheerily waves goodbye, knowing that she is leaving
as a Missy and will return after the storms have passed as a woman.


Extract from Dr Payne's Records:

Patients Admittance Form

Patient: Missy (Poppy) Payne Age: 19 Owner: Mr Norman Payne Treatment: 
Conversion from Missy to Wife classification Conversion details: Breast and
facial lip enlargement, eye widening, digit removal, nipple enhancement, 
rectum and vaginal lengthening and tightening Notes: Patient is a fine 
specimen and appears to have settled in well to her new surroundings. 
Psychological profile indicates a willingness to act submissive. Her 
college studies are progressing well, patient now possesses 'A' grades in 
Low Self-Esteem, Vulnerability, and Submission. Patient nurtured from high 
intellect to very low intellect. Patient to be prepared for surgeries at next 
available opportunity and breasts implanted to maximum. Eye widening operation 
follow and amputation of arms and toes. Breasts, pierced and ringed, anal and 
vaginal lengthening, all teeth removed. Tongue and lips pierced and eyeletted. 
Patient removed to my private home for seven days of supervised rest. Twenty 
milligrams of Daze™ to be administered every eight hours for first week.


High Street Shopping

Stepford has a main High Street where you can expect to find old world 
charm and courtesy and personal service.

Here we see a young couple on a shopping trip. Why, its the Colonel and 
his pretty wife, Cherry, resplendent in bows and lace.

As you can see, the High Street is just about the best place to view 
Stepford life, catch up on the local gossip, or just sit a while and watch 
the pretty ladies pass by.

At one end of the street you will find the infamous Holey Cow Saloon, a 
friendly tavern serving ice cold beers and fine liquors. Next door Mr Frinton's 
Fine Meat Emporium, then Binders Bookstore and Linley's Gentleman Tailors.

On the other side you will find The Tack Shop, proprietors of fine 
leather goods and the very latest in punitive equipment. Next door, the 
wholesome aromas of Chester's Diner, home of the delicious Stepford T-Bone, 
waft serpentine down the street.

In fact, you'll find pretty much everything you need here on the street 
and, if you don't, pop in to the post office and fill out an import order.

Take a walk down our High Street and see what Stepford has to offer!


Debutante

Once a year, come Spring, Plantation House plays host to the Stepford 
Debutante's Ball.

In a tradition that goes back many decades, the unattached pretty young 
ladies of Stepford are paraded before the bachelors of the community, 
Etiquette is of paramount importance at the ball as is appearance and all 
the Missys on show are pristine and primped to perfection.

At the end of the evening, as the atmosphere becomes more ribald and less
formal, there is a grand auction where the future wives of Stepford are 
bought, sold, and haggled over.

One by one the leashed lovelies are hauled up onto a raised platform to 
be sold. The Missys are first exposed, their breasts, rumps, tongues, 
brands, and every square inch of their body inspected and displayed to the 
buyers. Then they are paraded round in a circle like prize cattle until the
highest bid buys her hand.

Payment is by cash dollars and as soon as the money is on the table, the 
wives are taken out back to a brazier and branded with their future 
husband's mark.

Young Buck Price was also here ready to bid for his sweetheart, Missy 
Frinton but, unfortunately she was bought by Old Man Fisher at twice the 
price Buck could afford - oh well, all's fair in love and war, Buck!

He took his warm beer out back and watched with a heavy heart as she was 
bent over a branding trestle and given the Fisher mark.

But surely the hot gossip from this year's ball will be the news that 
Missy Parker was claimed by would-be town Mayor Junior Jackson. I would 
expect there were a few pouting lips and heavy hearts amongst the ladies, 
as Junior has got to be just about the most eligible bachelor in town 
having just inherited the Stepford Stables.

Bill Parker looks on from the relative peace and calm of the sellers 
enclosure, a mixture of emotions filling his heart. On the one hand he has 
won a fair and generous price for his daughter, but on the other hand he knows that 
Junior is as mean as a rattlesnake, a poor quality found in many of the 
younger generation.

But the law is the law and Junior, the highest bidder by far, has Missy 
Parker reserved for his pleasure.


Shooting Practice

Brrr!! Sure is unseasonably cold today and yet there's Junior Jackson 
taking in a bit of target practice behind the stables with his air powered 
pistol. By the looks of things he just scored a bullseye in Mrs Jackson's 
rear.

Letters between Mr Junior Jackson to Mr William Parker 


Dear Mr Parker, Unfortunately I will not be able to provide you will 
any plough slaves this month. The impending storm means that my beasts will
be utilised elsewhere. Yours, Junior


Dear Mr Jackson, If I do not plough now I will not be able to plant my 
summer crops. You agreed to provide me with a team of plough slaves over a 
month ago. I expect you to honour this promise. Bill Parker


Dear Mr Parker, No can do. Sorry. Junior


Dear Mr Jackson, This is outrageous. I suppose this is your petty way 
of getting back at me for matters arising during Town Council business. I 
rue the day I allowed my daughter to enter your household. If you do not 
provide what you have promised I will be forced to bring up this matter at 
the next Town Council meeting. Bill Parker


Dear Mr Parker, By the time of the next Town Council meeting I will be 
Mayor of Stepford. You will do well not to displease me as much as your 
slut daughter displeases me every day. Junior


Farmyard

Once a month Stepford Town holds a cattle market where women classified
under Bylaw No.5 as livestock or pet status can be bought and sold into 
animal slavery.

Of course, many of the wiser Stepford men like to take their wives along 
with them, just to let them see what dark future awaits a wholly 
disobedient spouse.

Animal status women are generally kept on all fours and are forced to 
live their life as a farmyard beast, fed from communal troughs, wallowing 
in mud and sleeping in draughty barns. The majority of them are taken 
immediately upon entry to Stepford. Under Bylaw No. 79, failing a physical 
appearance requirement, any women deemed inferior in presentation can be 
given immediate animal status. Imagine the shock and humiliation as the 
poor lady is stripped naked, in front of her husband and family, shivering 
as a rough leather harness is buckled to her city softened body. Imagine 
also the shame as she realises she has been condemned to live out her daily
existence as a farmyard sow, a milking cow, or a plough horse. She is then 
lead away crawling on all fours, the open mouthed faces of her family 
watching her sudden and degrading departure. The most exciting prospect for
any Stepford man is to see the so called career woman, a lawyer, doctor or 
high-falooting businesswoman, being lead away on a leash, knowing that by 
morning she will be crawling in the hay, branded and collared to begin her 
new life as lowest of the low.

Most new animal-women are set to work immediately without preparation and
it is more than possible for a new family on a Sunday stroll to walk 
blindly past a muddy field unaware that freshly branded sow 54, tethered to
her pig hut is none other than their matriarchal family member.

Mostly, the new women are used as suckling sows, nursing orphaned 
livestock, their permanently milk bloated udders providing a warm and 
nutritious meal to all creatures. Through such use it does not take long 
for a woman to eat, sleep, and think like an animal.

Here we see a herd of prime suckling sows being herded into the auction 
pen for sale.

And look, there's old Mr Frinton himself. He looks a little bit vexed 
having caught sight of Chester's 'Vote Junior' badge. Mr Frinton takes a 
traditional line on just about any subject you care to mention and takes a 
dim view of Junior's 'modern’ ideas. "Goddam radical" His outburst in the 
Holey Cow Saloon one night cost him a ten dollar fine from Sheriff Bean, 
profane language being banned in Stepford. "Goddam, worth every penny!" he 
cried out, and was fined ten dollars more.


Junior Married

The auction house was packed with all the major names in Stepford 
society as Junior Jackson was wed today. All heads turned to view the bride
being lead by leash up the aisle by her father, Mr William Parker. 
Resplendent in a fine white gauze hobble skirt, Missy Parker, soon to be 
Mrs Jackson tip-toed toward her final destiny.

The asking price of two hundred dollars was symbolically offered to the 
father of the bride and gently bending the blushing bride down on hands and
knees, the money was counted out on her back.

Monies accepted, the bride was duly pronounced property of Mr Jackson and
a resounding applause filled the room.

Dr Payne shouted for three cheers and the confirming nods from the 
gentlemen present indicated a degree of satisfaction that another Stepford 
woman had been entered into the bondage of matrimony.

The new couple then departed in a white carriage pulled by twenty nubian 
slaves, horse whipped into an immediate and furious pace down the street. 


Article in the Stepford Gazette*:

Today Junior Jackson took 22 year old Missy Parker as his wife. Surely an
event worthy of more detail yet this story is overshadowed by the shock 
news that William Parker, the father of the bride and prospective candidate
for this year's mayoral elections, has stepped out of the race. Council 
sources have revealed that election rules clearly state that no candidate 
can be considered for election if he has received any monies during a six 
month period from one of the opposing candidates, or one of the opposing 
candidates team members. When asked if he had been duped into forfeiting 
the election, Mr Parker refused to comment but insiders are already 
speculating that Mr Junior Jackson may have settled for a marriage of 
convenience to secure the position of town Mayor. This latest
revelation has also refuelled rumours that Mr Junior Jackson abides in 
dubious and salacious appetites well outside of Stepford law within the 
guarded privacy of his home. Five years ago, Junior Jackson was acquitted 
of the charge of having intimate and forced relations with a nubian 
sow-slave. What is sure is that with such power, money, and influence, this
scandal is as sure to blow over as Mickey Quinlin's poor excuse for a water
tower over at the top of Plantation Lane. Be sure not to be standing in 
that vicinity when the storms hit later this week.

"The Stepford Gazette is a once weekly newspaper available direct from 
the printers at Sanitation Lane.


Sheriff

Sheriff Bean and his faithful hound Pepper run a tight ship. He hands 
out fines for cussing, rowdiness, littering and spitting. In his twilight 
years, this ex-Marine could not have hoped for a better job that best 
serves his personal appetites for law, order and control.

Despite the occasional drunken brawl, which results in a night in the 
jailhouse for any offender, Stepford is a peaceful town. The rules are 
fairly simple and simply fair. Minor offences perpetrated by the womenfolk 
are crimes that can be punished by their husbands alone. Of course, any 
husband can prescribe a few weeks in the Town prison for his wayward wife 
at which point Sheriff Bean and his deputies are more than willing to come 
and haul the miscreant off in chains.

But the most important duty carried out by the sheriff and his men is the
supervision and manning of the boundary wall and main gate that protects 
Stepford from the outside world.

Unwelcome guests are fairly rare but all intruders to the community are 
repelled with extreme prejudice. The Sheriff has fifty deputies at his 
disposal which, may seem a large amount for such a small and law abiding 
community, but the Sheriff is under strict orders from the Town Council to 
maintain the town's privacy at all costs.

The Sheriff is also in charge of the Stepford prison located at the rear 
of the Police Station. The prison is solely for women, the men being locked
up in the comparatively warm and comfortable cells within the police 
station.

The Sheriff was given Pepper by the Town Council to keep as his property 
to use within his function as sheriff. He has had her at his side since she
was a young Missy of nineteen. For ten years, Pepper has been confined in 
her dog harness, compelled to live her life as a dog on all fours, her 
plain face sealed permanently in a tight leather muzzle.

Letter to Mr Bob Jackson Sr.

Dear Mr Jackson, As newly appointed Town Stable Master you will be 
aware of the stringent requirements for all female Missys and Wives. 
Therefore please submit your daughter for reclassification as Animal Status
at the Police Station Yours, Mr William Parker, Town Council


Litter

Farley Tucker is in charge of Stepford Town waste disposal. Street 
litter and house waste is collected and deposited at the sanitation sheds. 
From here it is taken and sold to the to the Power House on Slave Lane.

Here, flammable waste is incinerated to generate heat for the town baths 
and organic matter is taken to the plantations and plowed back into the 
ground. Little is wasted in Stepford.

Teams of female prisoners are used to pick up litter keeping the town's 
streets spotlessly clean. Several prisoners a day are assigned to road 
sweeping duty which is a fitting and humbling experience for women whose 
crimes have involved suggestions of disdain and indignation.

A lot can be discovered about a community by what it discards as much as 
by what it holds dear and precious. Farley has learned a lot over the years
just by looking at the town's rubbish. A pile of Bill Parker election 
flyers, dumped in Free Lane, a small paper bag of Cuban cigar butts 
spilling out of Doctor Payne's garbage can, all just rubbish but all 
telling a story as yet untold.

Here we see Farley putting a litter picker thru her paces. Tightly 
gripped by a thick latex hairpin skirt, the penitent prisoner is forced to 
remain with her face directed toward the floor. Moulded rubber gloves form 
cleaning equipment out of delicate hands and a jaw-stretching gag feeds her
a constant dose of mind numbing Daze™. After the street is picked clean of
every cigarette stub, every matchstick, and chewing gum wrapper, the street
cleaner will be locked to the nearest litter bin for the rest of the day 
and Farley will move on to the next zone where the next street cleaner 
remains locked in position.


Stepford Bylaw No. 51

The Town Council will award the business of Refuse Collection and 
Sanitation to the appropriate party with such proviso that said
party maintains the town's streets and garbage bins to a satisfactory 
level. The refuse collector will be empowered to report any misdemeanour 
regarding improper disposal of waste or litter in public or private. The 
refuse collector will have the authority to select forced labourers from 
the town prison. Within the terms of this Bylaw it will be an offence to 
litter the street, deface property, render one's own property and grounds 
to an insanitary condition to the distress of the general public.


Election Parade

As voting day nears, mayoral candidate Mr Junior Jackson has organised 
an election parade. It is a day-long jubilant affair which will end with a 
hog roast and hot cider banquet in the Stable courtyards to which all are 
welcome, courtesy of Mr Jackson.

Stepford is generally blessed with good humoured comradeship. However, 
today a few scornful faces peer out at the passing parade from Frinton's 
butchers.

As is the case the world over, the town's old timers resent change and 
fear that the oasis they have worked hard to create will be transformed by 
the youngsters into a community of lascivious degenerates. Bill 'Pipe' 
Parker watches as Junior sits waving to his supporters that crowd the 
street. He chuckles openly as a stray flyer is scooped up by the growing 
wind and sticks to Junior's face.

Next to him, the Colonel spots Chad, his son in-law, in the cheering 
crowd. He had never liked Chad but with the hundred dollars Chad had paid 
him for his Missy he had bought himself a fine new pipe and enough tobacco 
for a year.


Mayor's Duties. Rights and Privileges a draft paper penned by Mr Junior
Jackson.

The Mayor, henceforth known officially as Your Honour or Mayor will 
bear specific duties, rights, and privileges as conditions of his term of 
office of no more than five years. Most importantly, the Mayor will have 
the power to instate new laws put forward by the Town Council and, with the
advice and guidance of the Town Council will be able to instate his own 
laws as deemed appropriate. The Mayor will have the power to pardon serious
crimes at his own discretion and incarcerate those deemed contrary to the 
good of the community. The Mayor will sit as and when necessary as the 
highest legal judgment in the town. The Mayor will have the right to leave 
and enter the town to pursue external matters urgent or beneficial to the 
community. The Mayor may personally sponsor visitors to the town and will 
be wholly responsible for the conduct, behaviour and trustworthiness of 
such persons. The Mayor will be present as witness to all judicial 
sentences of corporal punishment. The Mayor will carry out an annual review
of all public amenities; prison, hospital, police station, colleges, etc. 
The Mayor will maintain, at the expense of the town, a harem of slaves to 
provide special entertainment of visitors and dignitaries. Such slaves will
be excused normal training through the college system and instead will 
receive more specialised training suitable for their specific use.


Newspapers

The clip clop of the newspaper boy's cart is the first sound you're 
likely to hear early in the morning in Stepford.

The Stepford Gazette is a weekly mixture of public notices, local reports
and the harmless gossip that becomes so important in a community as small 
as Stepford. By far the most popular read is the 'Newcomers' section where 
old Stepford townies can read the most minute personal details of the new 
folks in town.

Vital statistics, accompanied by photographs of all new females, are 
published in the center pages and offer a moment of titillation during a 
soft boiled egg. A classified section titled The Meat Rack holds several 
pages of women for sale. Here you can buy unwanted female flesh for a few 
dollars for conversion to pet, toy, or servant classification.

This week however, the pages are almost totally dominated by Junior's 
marriage, with the remaining pages being filled by details of Junior's 
seemingly endless election promises.

The remaining pages cover the boundary dispute between Bob Hancock and 
Chad Connors, the latter's hedge blocking the sun from the former's roses. 
A small advert placed by Norman Price announces the refurbishment and 
reopening of Stepford's only stock broker and financial advice offices. 
Underneath that, a legal notice lists all the misdemeanours and appropriate
punishments and sentences to be carried out:

Mrs Frinton, for undue care and attention when crossing the High Street 
will receive twenty strokes of the cane to be administered in public, at 
noon, on Saturday. Mrs Gordino, for wanton indiscretion and attempted false
accusation in writing will spend two whole days in the stocks at the town 
square. Missy Humble, for disruptive behaviour and attempted escape from 
daily bondage has been sentenced to six months in Stepford Prison.

A small weather section reports on the imminent storms heading toward 
Stepford. Hurricane George is due to pass close by on its way to Mexico, no
doubt giving the little town a mild battering later in the week.


The Pit

It is a sad reality that Stepford does not gain full control over every
young lady that enters into it's community.

There are occasions when the transformation process is far from 
successful and society is presented with an obstinate creature who either 
simply refuses or cannot conform and submit, even at the detriment to her 
own health and comfort.

What to do with such a fiery minx?

Well, one answer is to condemn the little lady to life in The Pit, where 
she is sure to work off any excess energies. Once a woman enters Stepford 
she can be bought and sold at a moment's notice, as long as all documents 
are in order.

Likewise all women can be sold to The Pit.

Number 6 is one such unlucky soul. Earlier today, Number 6 failed to 
perform. Punishment was short and swift. She was hog-tied and hauled up 
onto a branding trestle. Her voluminous breasts were then tightly bound in 
thin leather cord, pulled so tight as to disappear from view. Her tortured 
teats were then pulled round behind her back and both nipples leashed 
together.

Now, with aching breasts she crawls, desperately cager to please, into 
the sawdust arena, oblivious to the raucous merriment that herald her and 
her fellow Pit Bitches' arrival.

Job Description for all applicants for post of Junior Pit Assistant:

This job is part-time, mostly evenings and all day Saturday. It would 
accordingly suit a younger gentlemen, ideally a student. Applicants should 
be of a smart and well presented appearance and show a willingness to learn
new skills. Some heavy labour will be involved, so applicants must be 
physically fit. General duties would include running errands, sweeping and 
cleaning out Pit stables and maintaining in good working order all items 
required by the Pit Master. All tack, straps,

bridles, harnesses, whips and all other leather goods should be oiled, 
polished and kept supple. Special duties would include walking all the Pit 
Bitches at least once per day. Administering the thrashings. Supplementary 
to any necessary punishments, all Pit Bitches are thrashed every evening 
with birch twigs as part of their training, Thrashing is administered to 
the Pit Bitches' behinds only, and will exceed no more than five thrashes 
of a severity according to the performance of the Bitch. Feeding is by wide
funnel. All Bitches must adopt the sit up and beg position to receive 
funnel feeding, Food scraps from Chester's are delivered once a day late 
evening and must be passed through a pulveriser before feeding.


Missy X

Just exactly how a young lady finds herself in The Pit is two parts 
mystery to one part bad luck. This little lady here, known only as Missy X 
- The Bitch, on account that nobody has taken a record of her original 
name, is at the beginning of a rigorous training programme designed to 
transform her into a formidable pit fighter.

What can be certain is that this woman is probably an author of her own 
misfortune, a perpetual deviator, a runaway, or maybe a lady of criminal 
instinct. Such characters are all but sacrificed to the Pit, being of 
little use to society except for performance and entertainment value.

Lurking in the background Casper Blackheart, who runs the Cane Cottage, 
an impromptu house of corrections, has designs on purchasing the amazonian 
creature.

All pit fighters have their heads permanently sealed in tight black 
hoods, the enforced blindness and deafness adding an entertaining 
awkwardness to their movements. Pit fighters have animal status and 
consequently most are literally cut down to size to create a more 
entertaining four legged fighter. Of course, combat is more punitive than 
brutal; bruises, scratches, and exhaustion being the only battle scars 
inflicted. And, whilst the sins of Lesbos are strictly taboo in Stepford, 
having animal status, the conquering fighter is allowed to ritually mount 
their defeated foe, a sight guaranteed to bring the crowds of jeering 
spectators to a frenzy of applause,

The only real hope for an unlucky damsel finding herself at the Pit is 
that she will please the crowd and if she trains hard, conforming to her 
new role as a fighting animal, she will please her owner and solicit all 
the pampering and care thus deserved.

If she reacts poorly to her surroundings she will almost certainly be 
assigned as a position of training dummy. Shackled to one spot as the other
fighters use her for practice, she will be repeatedly mounted and 
penetrated by the helmet-mounted cattle prods of her unseen peers.

If she is lucky she will be assigned as a show clown and trained to 
perform pre fight tricks for the light amusement of the waiting crowds. 
Inwardly aware of the sheer humiliation of her forced and demeaning 
actions, festooned with mocking bells at every piercing, her torment and 
misery will be slightly less grueling than any other purposes that might be
designated to her.


Pit 2

A new arrival at the Pit serves as both entertainment and initiation 
ceremony. Here is the first glimpse of the crazy future that awaits the 
disobedient and deviant soul.

Deprived of sight and sound and aided only by touch and an intimate 
mental image of the enclosed pit, Number 6 and her fellow Pit Bitches creep
slowly forward.

After months of tireless routine, each creature has learned how to play 
the game. Corner the prey, attack and overcome, taking turns to mount the 
defeated lump of flesh. This will result in a well earned rest in the 
pastures for the victorious, the sun caressing their naked flesh, offering 
a painful and fleeting reminder of more dignified days.

Abstain from the combat or perform badly and feel the numbing pain of 
hunger sated only by meagre rations of stale bread and brackish water.

In such circumstances it does not take long for the women to start 
working as a team, bonded by the shared misery of their existence with the 
last human words spoken to them etched indelibly into their minds: Perform 
for release!

It is at this point that the formerly ill-mannered woman has learned a 
valuable lesson. No longer a selfish individual, endeavouring to service 
their own petty needs and ill-founded superior graces, the woman has now 
realised the purpose and advantage of group involvement.

The newly arrived hapless maiden can do nothing but cringe in wide-eyed 
terror at the approaching creatures. The pretty victim is partly terrorised
by the impending assault but also brought face to face with her own grim 
future as a blinded, crawling sideshow freak.

The young pretty is now deafened by the crude and humiliating jeers of 
the crowd, snarling and distorted faces at every angle baying for merciless
punishment


Article in the Stepford Gazette

"I am no shirker from my duties as a man. As a husband I am 
occasionally called to administer a severe caning to my wayward wife's bare
behind. That I derive a fulfilling pleasure from exercising such guiding 
and nurturing actions is measure of my belief in a society that advocates 
the proper and total control of all womankind into domestic slavery. 
However, the degrees of humiliating and sadistic behaviour within the 
tenets of so called entertainment perpetuated within the establishment 
known as The Pit beggars belief. As Stepford men, we understand and know 
that as nature intended, man must be dominant over woman. But, this is a 
privilege and right that must not be squandered. To engineer and enjoy the 
forced and forceful relations of women, no matter how deviant their actions
and history is surely a matter that requires further investigation in 
relation to Bylaw No. 69."


Pit 3

Although slow and unseeing, the Pit offers no escape from the 
approaching Pit Bitches and the newly acquired Pit girl is soon corralled 
and set upon by the faceless rubberised creatures. She writhes in torment, 
cursing the folly of the wicked ways that have delivered her into this 
nightmarish predicament.

The crowd on the other hand, jeer with a terrific rowdiness more 
befitting a Roman amphitheatre. The spectacle of this specific maiden's 
torment is of peculiar relish given her social background. For, amongst the 
cheering crowd there is silent voice.

Cornelius Foley, editor of the Stepford Gazette stands quiet and still as
if Medusa herself had turned him to stone.

Below him the Pit Bitches now writhe over their victim, pulling the 
defenceless damsel down into the dirt. They spread her soft legs wide and 
with a rising crescendo of oohs and aaahs from the baying crowd the 
helpless girl is mounted and entered. Now the fierce rubberised creatures 
jostle around her like an angry swarm of bees, phallus shaped prods being 
driven into every available hole in her body. Her limp body is flipped over
onto her face and the back of her flimsy skirt is torn into shreds. Strong 
fingerless hands hold her still as once more she is mounted to the delight 
of the audience.

The space where Cornelius was standing is now empty and the crowds who 
have rushed forward to the walls of the Pit do not notice the solitary 
figure leaving through a back door.


Letter to Mr Cornelius Foley:

Dear Mr Foley, Unfortunately, following college inspections, your 
daughter, Missy Tiffany Foley, was judged to be below the necessary 
standards of appearance required by Stepford law. Please note that under 
Bylaw No. 79, the town reserves the right to designate unmarried females of
unsuitable facial qualities to be

transformed and maintained as animals. We therefore advise you that your 
daughter may only be sold as an animal and will not be allowed to attend 
the Debutante Ball and instead will be require to attend the next month's 
cattle market. Please ensure you bring your property to market in the 
required condition: 

a) Noseringed and naked, save harness and collar. 

b) Branded with your owners mark. 

c) All animals must be sold with a suitable transporting cage inclusive 
of sale. 

d) Please ensure that your animal is hooded from this day forth.

Yours faithfully, By Order of Stepford Town Council - Female Examination 
Board


Post girl

Having spent the majority of their lives successfully navigating the 
outer world as captains of commerce, construction, gambling and 
entertainment, the vast population of Stepford are of retirement age.

Therefore, jobs of a physically demanding nature are passed onto fit 
young beasts of burden where necessary.

Here we see such an arrangement. Charlie Church, Stepford's postmaster, 
needs only to guide his walking postbag in an orderly route, the many bells
sounding their imminent arrival. Bondaged into severe subservience and 
compelled to carry heavy sacks of mail, post duty is obviously seen as one 
of the more avoidable punishments for deviant damsels at the town's prison.

Blinded and hobbled, Prisoner 108 shuffles awkwardly along, her slow 
laboured pace suiting the gray haired postie perfectly. It is a fitting 
punishment for such a wayward woman who harboured and acted upon secret 
desires to flee the town.

Standing free and unhindered there could be little doubt that this 
healthy young Amazon could overpower her frail master and make a dash for 
freedom. However, confined and controlled with straps and chains, she 
remains achingly close to freedom and yet a million miles short of the 
means by which to grasp it.


Stepford Postal Service:

The Stepford Postal Service is a public service provided by volunteers 
and is not a service which the Stepford Town Council is under any 
obligation to continue or fund. Stepford will make provision for the import
and export of mailed items and letters and holds the right to destroy any 
items that provide or refer to information regarding the town's location, 
the town's inhabitants or any matters concerning the specific details of 
the Stepford community. Stepford inhabitants must not seek
to import illicit materials such as illegal drugs, firearms, dangerous 
animals, alcohol, pornography, garlic, books, homosexual literature, 
perfumed aftershave, music of a debauched rhythm (Elvis Presley, The 
Beatles etc.), un-American hats, volatile chemicals, English teas or any 
items produced in China, Russia, or Cuba. Stepford will make available 
forced labour mail pony slaves to facilitate the delivery and collection of
mail. The Stepford Postmaster has rights of ownership during the collection
and delivery of mail.


Hardware Sale

Advertisement in the Stepford Gazette

It's Spring in Stepford and Hancock's Hardware is having a Spring Sale 
clear out. Mouse-traps to milk jugs, broom handles to ballgags, Hancocks is
a veritable cornucopia of household fixtures and fittings. Look here in the
shadows of the store amongst the pots and pans. Here's a bargain buy- a 
second hand Toy for just fifty dollars. Ideal doer-upper' for anyone 
thinking of starting a per conversion project. We also carry a wide range 
of clapperboards, roof shingles and tarpaulin - don't be caught short when 
Hurricane George has paid us a visit, buy now!

Hancock's Hardware store is the oldest store in town. Originally, the 
store was run by the great Joshua Stepford himself, in partnership with 
Milford Hancock.

The store sold everything back in the days before Stepford Stables and 
Chester's Diner, and made both Joshua and Milford wealthy men.

Joshua plowed all his profits back into developing Stepford, putting up 
new houses for the growing population of the new town. Milford, on the 
other hand, put his money into developing the parade of stores we now know 
as the High Street. Between them they provided both housing and employment 
necessary for the growth of the community.

During the big chill of 36, Martha Stepford, Joshua's wife and the first 
lady of Stepford, died unexpectedly. Joshua never really recovered from his
loss and the following year, to the day, Joshua Stepford's body was found 
at the bottom of the sea cliffs.

As surviving partner, Milford Hancock took up Joshua's fortune and with 
it the responsibility to continue the development of the town. For several 
years the little town flourished and the community grew in numbers. Outside 
the newly erected walls the world entered war, presidents came and went, 
and science delivered men to the moon. But within the town, time stood still. 
There was no equality, just hierarchy; no democracy, just laws dictated by 
earlier generations.

In the Spring of '51 Milford Hancock was laid to rest. As a widower and 
father of a single daughter, the Hancock fortune was held in trust for the 
husband of his daughter.

The following Spring, Missy Hancock was married to Bob Jackson.


Punishment

Civil disobedience is unheard of in Stepford. Crime and misdemeanours 
are virtually non-existent given the favourable harmony within the 
community.

Present law dictates that the punishment of a female may only be administered 
by the owner, and any custodial sentence must be applied for by the miscreant's 
owner and sanctioned by the Sheriff's court.

However, it is estimated that over ninety percent of all petty crime and 
disobedience perpetrated by women in Stepford is handled privately.


Holey Cow Saloon

The name conjures up an image of a rowdy frontier town, but Johnny 
Gordino runs Stepford's premier watering hole on the level of a private 
member's club. Strictly no boots or working clothes allowed, evening 
attire, suit and tie, only. Specialty of the house? Ask for a Cow-Poke 
and you will receive one part vodka to three parts milk. But not just any 
old milk will do. Yes, you guessed it, Holey Cow uses only the freshest, 
creamiest milk available, direct from Stepford's own herd of human heifers.


Punishment 2

In the case of serious but rare crimes such as theft, gross negligence 
of duty, and attempted escape, it is every Stepford citizen's civic duty to
treat such offences responsibly and appropriately.

It is widely believed that such serious crimes herald the beginnings of a
long-term deterioration of values and should therefore necessitate more 
than just a swift caning.

This naughty minx, formerly Mrs Penelope Bunton but now reduced to a 
number - Prisoner 12, now resides at Stepford Prison. Her crimes are of the
highest degree, namely plotting to act out treasonable actions. Of course, 
there is no king and definitely no queen of Stepford but the charge is 
meant to underline the seriousness of her misconduct.

For two days this devious wench remained on the lam in an attempt to 
desert her matrimonial obligations and break free of the very town that had
welcomed her into it's bosom.

Bill Parker broke his leg during the search falling into the ditch. The 
Stepford Annual Whist Drive had to be cancelled and all other activities in
the town were curtailed as the search continued, bringing much chaos and 
complication to the otherwise calm town. On the second day the wily vixen 
was spotted naked and still chained, running through the plantation. Within
hours she was hunted down and netted like the wild animal she had regressed
into, and hauled before the Sheriff.

Prisoner 12 will now languish, naked and bound in this cell for the next 
year, ample enough time to contemplate the consequences of her misdeeds.


The people versus the property of Mr Jack Bunton:

Mrs Penelope Bunton has been tried and found guilty of the following 
offences: Venturing from her Master without permission, venturing into the 
public domain without a male chaperone, plotting to leave the community, 
attempting to evade capture, negligence of matrimonial duty arising in physical injury,
and public disorder.

The sentence and punishment is as follows: The prisoner will be taken 
immediately by prison guard to Stepford prison to await surgeries to be 
carried out as to restrict any future attempts at a repeat offence. During 
this time the prisoner will receive a caning of length and severity as 
befitting the seriousness of her crimes. Once returned to prison, the 
prisoner will be required to bear the legend prisoner branded on her person
and will begin a sentence of incarceration lasting no fewer than three 
hundred days. The prisoner will be kept imprisoned within a shelf cell, 
displayed naked, lip-laced and blinded. Let it be noted that Mr Jack Bunton
has offered to pay one hundred dollars to the court to be distributed 
amongst further plaintiffs.


Parole

After a lengthy jail sentence, most prisoners have learned their lesson
and are prepared for release back into the community.

Appropriate modifications are made to the prisoner's body to reduce the 
chances of repeat offences and to serve as a constant reminder of the 
severe punishments that await disobedience.

Reduced in stature and compelled to spend her life being looked down 
upon, this top heavy teat beast is lead to her travelling box to await her 
husband and master. With such severe modifications, this repentant creature
will almost certainly spend the remaining years chained to her master's 
bed, possessing neither the means of movement nor the strength to carry her
massive punishment breasts more than a few yards.


Letter from Mr Jack Bunton: 

Dear Dr Payne, As you well know, I have a poor back and therefore rely 
on my wife's usage as a mule to carry both groceries and firewood. It also 
pleasures me to on occasion ride my wife's back in the privacy of our 
grounds. I would therefore be grateful if you could delay any disabling 
surgery whilst I appeal to the court for leniency. Yours, Jack Bunton


Letter to Mr Jacke Bunton: 

Dear Mr Bunton, Thank you for your letter received at my office 
yesterday. Unfortunately, I cannot accommodate your request. By order of 
the court, I have been required to reduce your wife to her most basic 
function, which is one of pleasure. To which your wife has now been fully 
disabled. Furthermore, it is the court's desire that your wife be given 
breast implants of a punishing dimension that will inhibit, degrade, and 
confine her to the pleasure bed where she cannot provide any further public 
disorder. Yours, Dr Payne


Cane Cottage

Of course there are other options for the strict disciplinarian who 
requires a more specialised chastisement.

On the outskirts of the town, where huge Pacific waves crash against 
limestone cliffs, Cane Cottage stands in ominous isolation. Cane Cottage 
and it's resident caretaker, Casper Blackheart, provides a unique venue for
keeping wayward wives in line.

Casper has devoted his new life to the study of discipline. A former 
priest, he runs an open house, all newcomers are welcome to hear his views,
receive his advice, or to leave their wives in his expert hands for serious 
therapy.

Of course, Casper operates in a gray area as far as the law is concerned,
but the authorities turn a blind eye to his activities. He receives no 
payment for his services nor does he actively promote his activity - folks 
just turn up.

In truth the authorities are stretched to the limit as far as physical 
and mental therapy for wives and Missys is concerned so there can be no 
argument that Casper provides a valuable support service to the community.

Despite this, Casper remains an outsider to the community. Of course, 
this serves Casper just fine. No meddling, no small talk, just devotion to 
his craft.

Most gentlemen arrive at Cane Cottage looking for a quick and discreet 
solution to their wife's continuing disobedience. You must understand that 
in a community like Stepford, an obstinate and clumsy wife is seen as a 
sign of weakness on the husband's part. It is therefore advantageous if 
such a state of affairs is kept out of the public domain.

That's where Cane Cottage comes in.

Here we see an example of Casper's good work. The lady in question is 
Emmy Lou. But only Casper and us know that. Anonymity is the first rule of 
the Cottage

Emmy Lou's husband was not at all happy with his wife’s' performance in 
bed. Her enthusiasm was lacklustre and stiff, a veritable crime considering
a wife's first duty in a marriage is to service her husbands pleasure.

Casper, of course has seen it all before and knows the perfect therapy.

Scaled tight in a thick cocoon of rubber, bulging breasts bound securely 
in a mesh of steel wire, legs held invitingly wide, reduced temporarily to 
the status of a five dollar mattress back, Emmy Lou will spend just five 
nights at Cane Cottage.

In a dusty damp room she will be visited freely by all comers, caressed 
by unseen hands, a wanton receptacle for the spent passions of lusting 
beasts. Night and day she will be put to public service until the blackened
silence of her mind becomes a swirling merry-go-round of use and abuse.

Vice and virtue are comfortable bed-fellows within the anonymous walls of
the Cottage and, as an anonymous lump of sex flesh, Emmy Lou's virtue and 
her husband's respectability within the town can remain intact.

After five days of almost continuous debasement, Emmy Lou will be ready 
to be returned to her master. It is almost guaranteed that she will have a 
much more ambitious and enthusiastic

outlook towards her duty to pleasure, as seldom does a Stepford lady 
visit Mr Blackheart twice, much to the disappointment of the Cottage's 
volunteer helpers.

Of course, there are those who would seek to use such a service for their
own deviated pleasure. There are times when innocent females are delivered 
to the cottage to endure private degradation and punishment to satisfy the 
illicit fantasies of their owners. This is a practice frowned upon and 
fellows suspected of such actions are politely turned away.


Dog Show

Bob Hancock looks on nervously as Sissy, his twenty-five year old 
show-puppy, is given a thorough inspection by this year's Stepford Dog Show
judges.

Many women who find themselves living out their existence as a puppygirl 
per have not committed any serious felony. Hence, being condemned to life 
as a puppygirl with animal status is no real shame for a woman.

It is commonly believed that after a while, most women not only willingly
accept their transformation but also begin to thrive on the attention, 
preening, polishing and pampering they receive from their proud owners. 
More importantly, transforming a woman into a pet also serves as a use for 
those ladies that are not considered pretty enough for matrimony. Even the 
plainest Jane can serve a purpose once reduced to pet status and in time 
even receive an affection and nurturing love from their proud owner.

Bob has owned Sissy for five years, buying her as a new puppy and 
training her into life as a dog. He has done a mighty fine job and received
hours of fun teaching her to fetch, beg, and other impressive tricks. Sissy
now stands proud and eager to please the judges and her master, her dainty 
blushes hidden by the taut leather mask that has sealed her face for the 
last half decade.


Bylaw No. 77:

Under the requirements of this law, all women in the community can be 
given immediate animal status. Once given animal status, the animal will no
longer be considered either a woman or of the human species and will be 
granted no rights legal or humanitarian whatsoever. It is therefore, up to 
the owner to ensure that the woman who is to be transformed thus does not 
hold any value to him or the community in the role as a woman. Owners will 
be required to amend the woman's documents to indicate change of status and 
henceforth the woman's name will appear under the title and/or description 
Dog, Cow, Pony etc. Once animalised, it will be considered gross indecency 
for a human to interact with the transformed creature. All animals must bear 
their owner's brand, which must be visible at all times. Owners may buy and 
sell their livestock as necessary with the proper ownership documents attached. 
Animals must be relieved of their human names and renamed accordingly. All 
women reclassified as animals must be seen to act accordingly in public. 
Animals are not allowed on the boardwalk or in stores, but may ride, 
appropriately secured, on public carriages. All animals, barring ponies, 
must remain on all fours at all times. All animals must be fed on the floor 
and are not permitted to wear human clothing at any time. Animal status women 
will not be admitted to prison or subject to arrest. All supervisory and 
punitive responsibility resides with the owner.


Dog Transformation

Here is a very special pooch-to-be. I am sure that you the reader 
recognise this young lady.

For those that do not I need only inform you that in a previous life this
young lady enjoyed the flamboyant and pampered lifestyle of a show business
lawyer, and is none other than the notorious Cynthia Vanderbilt. Needless 
to say, after several years of debauched and unseemly behaviour befitting a
young lady, Miss Vanderbilt went missing and reappeared here in the 
sanctuary that is Stepford.

This is a sight which will warm any full blooded male's heart. Put firmly
in her place, Miss Vanderbilt Dog 67 now languishes in a kennel in the 
animal section of Dr Payne's clinic and has been renamed Candy

She must now become accustomed to walking on all fours and to this 
purpose, Candy will spend the next few months in this lightweight posture 
cage as her spine, hips, and limbs become adapted to her new position in 
life.

As the Daze™ slowly wears off, the newly recumbent creature's eyes widen
with concern. Ludicrously, the vain young vixen is more concerned that her 
person remains naked and exposed. After a few moments the reality of her 
condition becomes apparent and the diminished doggy begins to react most 
negatively.

With her forced and heavy breathing monitored remotely, the clear mask 
attached to her face begins to pump Daze™ into her mouth. Soon the 
distraught doggy is once more unconscious. But it will be some time before 
this Missy realises that each awakening is to reality rather than 
nightmare.


Letter to Bill Parker c/o Stepford Town Council

Dear Sirs, I hereby enclose the required signed documentation stating 
that Miss Cynthia Vanderbilt would like permission to enter freely
and without duress into your community to receive therapy conducive to 
her diminished health. Please note that whilst Miss Vanderbilt does not 
know the intimate workings of your community, I have assured her that she 
will benefit most profoundly by becoming a resident in your town. 
Furthermore, I wish to state that the partnership of Stives, Steen & 
Vanderbilt will have been dissolved by the time this letter reaches you. I 
have deposited in your accounts Miss Vanderbilt's portion of the company 
assets which I assume you will want to hold in trust for her. Yours 
faithfully, Jurgen Stives


Dog Training

Transforming a woman into an obedient puppy is an art form. Or so Bob 
Hancock would have you believe. His preparation and training techniques are
a closely guarded secret ever since Chad Connors managed to sell one of his 
puppygirls to Junior's stables as a guard dog, setting up Chad as 
Stepford's self proclaimed dog training expert.

Of course, Bob believes that Chad is nothing more than a primper and 
preener of poodles and pooches, not an old school dog trainer like himself.

Bob is more of a traditionalist and prefers to see a woman reduced to the
basic proportions of a ground animal with body decoration kept to a 
minimum. He strongly believes that puppygirls need to be nurtured with care
so that they should not only behave, but eventually have the mindset of a 
dog.

Harnessed and tongue-balled, kept chained to a post in the stable 
courtyard, Growler had just one week previously been Missy Torveld. 
Awaiting her debut at the Ball, Missy was told just two days before the 
prestigious event that she had failed to meet the rigorous facial 
requirements of the town. Within days she had been sold to Chad Connors, 
who in turn had her branded and reclassified as a Dog to guard the stables.
Crushed in tight fitting leather, Mr Torveld was none the wiser that it was
his daughter crawling on all fours, dazed and confused by her sudden 
transformation.

Junior, of course, cared little for the dog's training; being more than 
pleased with the pitiful creature's appearance only, and the modest price 
that he had to pay for such a prestigious pet.

Such behaviour was both irresponsible and cynical from Bob's point of 
view and his grievance was tempered little by the fact that he could have 
furnished Junior with a proper puppy of fine pedigree and training.

Let us look now at the pitiful creature held in position by a simple 
dog's leash. Looking fearsome in her studded collar, the real truth is 
that beneath that thick stiff leather resides a young woman in torment.

Waking from a feast of Daze™, the young lady would have found pitch 
darkness and the crushing, confining embrace of her new leather complexion.
Feebly she will have tried to stand, finding her legs foreshortened and her
arms stiff and peculiarly lengthened. Imagine the shock as she discovers 
the only comfortable position she can retain is that of standing on all 
fours. Further shock and panic would be induced as she slowly realises the 
dull ache in her pretty rear was caused not only by an unmovable shaft, but
that the shaft was embellished by a furry tail.


Dog Training 2

The placing of a tail is of great symbolic importance within the 
process of transformation from woman to doggy.

The first tail is designed to create room for the final fixture and by 
nature is of girthsome dimension.

The final tail is designed to never be removed and must be a tight, snug 
fit. The tip of the tail insert is a rice paper cone, which will dissolve 
away after a day leaving an open end to the tail tube. The fluffy part of 
tail can then be removed and a cleansing hose can be inserted down the 
hollow tail to clean out the puppy efficiently and at the owner's 
convenience.

Here we see Dog 67 discovering that her tail is not necessarily designed 
to be comfortable. However, in time she will learn how to control her tail 
and it will provide a basic means of communication between her and her 
owner.


Letter to Doctor Payne, Plenty Clinic, Stepford Hospital

Vanderbilt with a clean identity as was her last wish. We understand 
also that Miss Vanderbilt is of a volatile nature which may cause you some 
difficulty and we would hope and appreciate it if you would prescribe swift
and severe punishment if and when necessary. On one last note, we would be 
grateful if you could deliver all the files you have regarding this matter 
to our offices for perusal. Many thanks, W. Parker


Visit to the Vet

Doctor Payne runs a Veterinary Surgery Clinic every Saturday morning. 
Piercing and ringing, tattooing, dental work, shearing and general checkups
are the order of the day.

Today, the waiting room is full of nervous puppygirls, some sitting obediently 
on leashes, some confined to cramped cages. The antiseptic smell is a smell 
that rekindles both faded memories and recent fears.

This time also serves as an unofficial meeting place for the town's dog 
owners. Some sit and view with sneaky peeks their neighbour's girl-hound

whilst others pet and stroke and show a genuine and friendly interest in 
each other's pets. Tightly harnessed, corseted and tongue balled, the 
animals sit and pant, awaiting their turn, their eyes blissfully unaware of
the strangely macabre sight they make.

Surely it is the ultimate shame and subjugation a woman can suffer; yet 
some sit proud and erect, and all are well behaved. Occasionally there is 
even a wagging of tails!


Chad & Missy

Chad Connors looks in on his new puppygirl. Missy Parker is now Mrs 
Connors and Chad has made a great sacrifice for his hobby. Monogamy is the 
law in Stepford and Chad can not take another wife just because he has 
transformed his first wife into a puppygirl. Neither is it permitted for 
townsfolk to have carnal relations with a puppygirl or any animal status 
inhabitant of Stepford.

Looks like it will be a monk's life for Chad - at least for the next few 
months!


Bob's Way

Once a woman is tailed and has been classified with animal status its 
time for the real fun to begin.

From that moment forth the new hybrid should expect to be referred to as 
a dog or puppy. She will be treated like a puppy and will live as a puppy, 
eating tasty tidbits from a bowl on the ground and sleeping at the foot of 
her owner's bed.

Now the owner can receive his new per into his household. A seemingly 
bizarre and some might think cruel lifestyle; but in fact, as a puppy or 
dog a woman will experience considerably more freedom than her human 
counterpart.

An obedient dog can expect to have full run of the house and garden and 
is only required by law to be on a leash in public.

Similarly, the new pet will be encouraged to take part in enjoyable games
of fetch and seek.

Bob Hancock likes to put his new puppies into the crawl space under the 
floor to further compliment their previous confinement in a posture cage. A
thick rubber suit protects soft flesh from the dirt floor and a fully 
inflated bubble helmet protects her head from stone wall footings.

In the stygian darkness of the two-foot high space, the new puppygirl is 
nicely rounded off after a few weeks, having had the freedom to roam the 
crawl space while still having been restricted in height. It also serves to
acquaint the new animal with the basic dimensions of the house floor plan 
without the need for any smashed vases or bumped heads.

Chad's training techniques are altogether less refined as the unfortunate
new puppygirl will find herself chained to an outside kennel until there is
sufficient room inside the house for her introduction.

Shivering in the cold and sweltering in the heat, the misfortunate beast 
will have to endure the indignity of knowing that she is in constant public
display, albeit on private land and that the daily degradation of her bestial 
status is witnessed by all who pass.

Bob Hancock passes by Chad's place nearly everyday, nice and early before
work. A refreshing walk of his dog allows him to keep a close and watchful 
eye on his rival.


Bill & Bouncer

The finished article is a marvel to behold, comparable to nothing found
in the outer worlds and there is no finer vision than the noble and alert 
posture of a lithe puppygirl, tail wagging for attention.

Even newly wed Bill Parker finds the time to escape marital bliss and 
partake in a game of fetch with puppygirl Bouncer. Standing in his backyard
throwing the ball to his four legged companion, Bill sometimes forgets the 
origins of his playful pet, such is the power of transformation.

But he is more than pleased with the newest member of the household, 
which has more than filled the gap left by the marriage of his daughter to 
Junior Jackson.

Nowadays, Bill finds his time more and more taken up with Town Council 
business as the little town grows in population. Even in this little town, 
making sure the mechanics of the community run smoothly, folk's problems 
are dealt with, and the general population is happy, is a complicated and 
stressful job. Plus, there is the little matter of the Mayor's elections.

It was no secret that Bill was bitterly disappointment at being 
disqualified from the race. A large number of the townspeople were also 
depending on Bill's support as Mayor which added to his feelings of 
bitterness.

As an antidote to such stress, it was Dr Payne who suggested Bill find a 
hobby and get more exercise. A pet was suggested as a means of combining 
the two and voila!

Bill knows precious little about the history or pedigree of his puppygirl
except that she is twenty two years old and he is her first owner.

He bought her off Chad Connors, much to the chagrin of his friends the 
Colonel and Bob Hancock. But he knew he could not afford Bob's prices for 
puppy dogs since this year's harvest was all but ruined and the Colonel 
just downright despised his son-in-law for no good reason at all.

Despite his friend's reservations and despite early complications, his 
puppygirl had settled in well and now it seemed as if he had known her all 
his life.


Stepford Bylaw No. 81:

It is deemed wholly inappropriate and therefore illegal for any town 
member to keep any immediate family member, excepting his wife, as a pet 
with animal classification. Perpetrators of such actions will have property
confiscated and will pay a fine of $200. Appropriate action will also be 
taken against persons who knowingly sell animal status livestock back to 
the point of origin.


Chad & Six

Well, look here. Now you can judge for yourselves. Is Bob Hancock 
right? Has Chad gone too over the top with those frills and ribbons?

Difficult one isn't it? Six sure is pretty as a picture and that outfit 
sure is mighty fancy. One thing is for sure, Bob Hancock has a battle on 
his hands for the rosette at this year's Stepford Dog Show.


Plantation

Being largely self-sufficient, Stepford has to create as many resources
as it can. To this end, there is a vast plantation on the outskirts of the 
town where wholesome fresh produce is grown.

Like a mini town, a vast neighbourhood of chicken coops generates both 
eggs and chickens. There are orange and apple orchards, fields of wheat and
corn, neat rows of beets, carrots and onions - all is a picture of order 
and efficiency.


Plantation Ritual

Now country folk the world over are a superstitious bunch and Stepford 
is no different.

As part of a Stepford tradition, this young Missy has been symbolically 
married into a herd of bullocks, an offering which is intended to increase 
the fertility of the herd. Also, as a brood sow her rich and creamy milk 
will nourish the young calves providing future scrumptious offerings for 
the numerous empty stomachs of Chester's Diner.

There is usually only one brood sow per herd and she is kept in the pen 
with all the other birthing or nursing sows. The brood sow is kept chained 
low to the ground by her neck and her big veiny breasts are made available 
to the many runts that every litter produces.

But even in this lowly animal society, the brood sow must show submission
to the other real sows. She is very much their servant and slave to nurse 
their offspring when they require a rest or are feeding. A cruel nip on the
breasts or a sharp kick in the rear is all it takes for the real sows to 
show who is master. The brood sow soon learns to cringe face down in the 
mud as an animal gesture of submissiveness when any of the big sows pass 
by. As time goes by, the brood sow will begin to adopt all the sows 
behaviour and instincts along with their distinctive feminine aroma.

During breeding, the brood sow is required to crawl around the boar's 
pen, her musky scent preparing them for the real sows. Tethered securely, 
the big boars become excited to the point of anger at which point the brood
sow is released from the pen and the first real sow is brought in.

As a brood sow, the animal woman leads a fairly comfortable life. 
Although confined forever to her pen there is lots of warm hay, good scraps
to eat and protection from the harsh winter months. And, unlike the other 
sows, of course she will never end up on the table glazed with honey!


Extract from Stepford Life

The sullen bride was tied to the fence by way of a scolding punishment,
her legs split wide and parallel with the bottom bar of the fence, her 
hands tied tight behind her back with cord and her collar and leash clipped
to the next bar up. With her pretty summer dress torn at the neck to expose
her bounteous bosom she was left for the best part of the day in splendid 
humiliation. Upon returning, imagine the surprise when the farmer 
discovered two piglets suckling merrily at his wife's warm breasts. Such 
was the power of the sight that he at once, the very next day, attended 
market where he purchased a slave, heavy with breastmilk for the very same 
purpose.


Plantation R&D

Research and experimentation is the cornerstone of modern farming and 
the key to a good milk yield.

Dr Payne is nearing completion of the development of a new livestock 
feeder. Rather than a free roaming sow, the Dr prefers a static unit that 
can be replaced after a week's intensive suckling with a fresh unit.

Dr Payne studies the milking chart of a pretty young sow in the basement 
of the Plantation House estate. Reduced to little more than a feeding unit,
the strangely proportioned animal is the future of livestock rearing

An increased dose of agricultural-strength hormone feed has generated a 
steady flow of milk from this sow's swollen udders. One more week and she 
will be ready to suckle.

Condemned to suckle on her feeder gag morning, noon, and night, the 
addictive elements of the thick, milky ooze condemn her to collaborate with
her own mutation.


Letter to Madame Peaches, Blossom's Escort Agency

Dear Cynthia, We were sorry to hear of the trouble one of your whores 
is causing you. We agree, it is to both our advantage to avoid any scandal 
or publicity for us or the Senator. We would therefore like to propose that
you sell Tiffany as a slave to us at the price agreed on as soon as 
possible, bearing in mind the whore has been in service for many years. 
Please ensure she is drugged, gagged and tied up for when our men come to 
collect her. We have an excellent research unit where the troublesome 
trollop will be used in experimental work. Obviously, she will be put to 
constant use and will never be in a position to divulge her scandalous 
secrets to anyone. Yours, Dr Payne, Stepford Town Council

Letter from Cynthia Coombes:

Dear Dr Payne, Thank you. This little bitch has been giving me trouble 
for months. Do me a favour and make sure she gets a good whuppin' once in a
while. As far as were concerned, she never existed. $50 and she's yours. 
Best wishes, Cynthia


Feeder Unit

This little billy goat doesn't quite know what to make of this odd 
shaped food container, but it won't take long for the little fella to find 
out that those thick rubbery teats are the source of a good nourishing 
snack.

Poled and strapped, the silenced sow can do nothing to prevent her 
initiation and inevitable reduced status as a farmyard feeder, as the first
hungry mouth begins to suckle at her heavily veined udders.

Suddenly, the pulsing suction on her teats will stop. In the blackened 
silence of her rubbery confinement she will relax, thinking that her 
invisible drinker has left. But then the ordeal will start again as a fresh
kid trots happily into the barn. Casually it will sniff the strange object,
in no particular hurry for a feed since the bloated creature with its warm 
milk sacks is not going anywhere. Finally it will begin to suckle on her, 
reducing her once more to the lowly status of an animal's meal.

For an entire week the farmyard feeder will remain fixed in the barn 
during which time the hungry orphans and the fragile runts will feed at her
without restriction. During this time her own bodily responses will kick 
in, giving her breasts the message to start producing milk.

After a week the feeder will be removed, the livestock weighed and given 
a swift medical to see if there has been improvement in growth and health. 
The feeder will also be examined; flow and volume of milk, nutritional and 
trace element readings taken. All the data will be collected and analysed 
by Dr Payne's team of lab technicians.


Data and Research Sheet for Feeder 148:

Daily consumption of five milligrams of Lactophyn, rising to five 
hundred milligrams by end of seven days. Breasts size 38DD increasing to 
44HH yield two pints per day rising to eight pints per day after fifth day.

Weighed at a hundred and twenty pounds at start, a hundred and fifty at 
finish. Aureole circumference two inches, increasing to four inches, nipple
projection half inch increasing to two inches. Feeder physically agitated 
and active for first eighteen hours, subsiding rapidly to complete inertia 
by third day of trial. Heart and blood pressure high to medium for first 
twelve hours, stabilising for remaining duration.


Happy Heifer

Plantation House keeps a dedicated herd of human cows as heavy-yield 
heifers with which to provide the town with its daily dairy needs. The 
Stepford herd, or the 'Happy Heifers' as they are affectionately termed, 
are the town's most valuable resource. With too little land for real cows 
to graze on, human milk is substituted in all areas.

Here in stall sixteen we see Daisy, force-fed until voluptuous, her 
milk-heavy breasts being extended by gravity to hold bigger yields.

Despite such obvious discomfort, life as a heifer girl is a blissfully 
simple one that we can all envy; sleeping, feeding, and milking.

Sleeping arrangements are a bed of soft cozy hay, there being little 
point in providing a bed as most of the heifers carry udders of such a 
magnificent dimension that climbing into a bed would be too much of an 
arduous and complicated task.

Being confined to all fours by the weight of their udders, the heifers 
are of course fed from a communal trough. This may at first sound crude, 
but the heifer girls' natural herd instincts are activated by this which in
turn, speeds up a new heifer's acceptance of her own new surroundings and 
duties.

At Daisy's size, a heifer girl needs to be milked twice a day. Missing 
just one milking can cause the heifer girl much discomfort and is in fact 
often used as a punishment for not consuming their quota of protein swill.

An unmilked heifer is not a happy heifer and the heifers actually begin 
to enjoy the sensual relief of having their milk bloated udders pumped and 
drained of their creamy cargo.

Each heifer girl produces enough breast milk to fill a five litre 
container per milking session and, being of a much thinner quality than the
suckling sows milk, it can be used on breakfast cereals, in coffee or just 
drunk iced.

Initially, the new heifers are fed bovine hormones to promote the production 
of milk in their udders. However, as long-term milking continues, the heifers 
actually start to produce milk without the need for hormones and the harder 
they are milked, the more they yield.

All the heifers are selected from the Missys that are reclassified to 
animal-status and are picked for suitability of body size, temperament and 
nipple size and shape.

Within hours they are stripped naked at the Plantation sheds, harnessed, 
then bedded down. For first few weeks the new calves will learn to be a 
heifer by watching the others, feeding on hormone rich swill that will bulk 
them up and swell their breasts with milk. Only when their breasts are 
achingly swollen are the new calves milked. With the pain of humiliation 
comes sweet relief but the latter is soon overshadowed by the former. The 
calf is now a heifer.


Crop Circles

Feeding the ever increasing populace of Stepford from a limited acreage
of farming land is a task of almost biblical proportion. Every square inch 
is utilised and what is taken from the soil is eventually replaced.

All women are fed on a pulped swill, combined with vitamins, nutrients 
and hormones, of which the chemical components make up seventy percent. But
even with this saving, Stepford is in a constant battle to keep home grown 
yields up and the amount of imported foodstuffs down.

To increase yields and successful harvesting, the farmers are constantly 
investigating new growing techniques no matter how bizarre these ideas may 
at first seem!

Take for instance Farmer Johannsen's initial thesis that winter corn 
could be planted if the roots were kept warm. Perfectly feasible you might 
think. However, having no extra electricity to power such underground 
heating apparatus, Johannsen turned to a more organic solution. As you can 
see in this illustration desperate needs don't always call for desperate 
measures.

And no, it didn't work.

But, there was some success in that the lady propagator in question 
returned to her husband with a much more controllable mind.

Fantastically, though there have been experiments far more bizarre than 
this. Remember Kyle Torveld's leek growing experiments or Bill Parker's 
human potato hens?

Whatever the solution to this problem, Stepford needs it fast. The growth
in population is far outweighing the town's ability to remain self 
sufficient.


Stepford Town Council Meeting No. 365:

Item No. 55 - The request by residents for increased import catalogue. 
Motion to increase imports put forward by Mr Junior Jackson, seconded by Dr
Payne.

Mr Bill Parker:

"The stringent import restrictions within Stepford are enforced in an 
effort to ensure the minimum amount of contact with the outside world. 
Ideally, this community would like to curtail any involvement with the 
outside world to ensure privacy, anonymity and security. However, this 
council understands that certain resources are unavailable within the 
community and is doing everything in its power to resolve these. We do 
feel, nevertheless, that an increased catalogue of imported goods is not 
viable at this stage." The motion was voted down-three votes to two.


Toy

It is one of the quintessential laws of divine nature that woman is 
placed on Earth to serve the pleasures of man. Therefore, the status of Toy
must be the most deserving of all status levels for a woman.

Stripped down to her basic qualities and presented before her master, an 
object of pure sensual pleasure to be appreciated like fine wine sipped, 
not gulped, brings a woman to the purest level of her function.

Many a bleak winter's evening is warmed by the sight of Toy. Kept in a 
small cupboard in Bill Parker's study, Toy is regularly rewarded with the 
privilege of parading in front of her owner.

Under her faceless mask are eyes sealed shut with resin and ears 
condemned to silence with sawdust and wood glue. Her nose is held tightly 
shut by a fierce clip mated to her pierced nose ring. A thick sturdy tube 
gag, formed into the outer helmet, holds her toothless mouth wide open in a
permanently available gape, her tongue held out and down by a heavy lead 
humiliation bell.

Once more, Dr Payne has shown that modern medical science can form woman 
into almost any shape that pleases her master. Long custom made implants 
form Toy's breasts into firm torpedoes that jut horizontally from her 
slender rib cage. Her widened and enlarged nipples have been stained jet 
black and are regularly waxed to a high gloss.

Toy has been foreshortened at her knees as befits her lowly status. For 
her master's amusement she has been arranged into a devilish hobble that 
maintains her balance and yet affords her the most uncomfortable probing 
with each measured shuffle forward.

Sipping fine French Armagnac, comfortable in his favorite armchair, Bill 
Parker watches contentedly as the freakish Toy struggles to blindly circle 
him. Her elongated udders wobble and vibrate with every movement, tugging 
sharply on her outstretched tongue, causing her to stoop forward onto her 
front probe.

Truly this woman is a captive of her own body, shackled like a common 
criminal, she must perform for her owner's amusement or face the martinet. 
Carefully, she must both measure and count her steps as she has done on so 
many other evenings. Ten laps around her master and then she must find his 
lap where her hot panting mouth is required to provide service for an 
imminent eruption of lust.

To her most secret inner shame, this perverse creature has grown to look 
forward to her moment of intimate service. Fed on the most meagre rations 
suitable for an animal whose existent is so miserably static, Toy 
positively craves her evening meal that slides so easily down her throat 
into her soft empty belly.


Toy Cupboard

"To be a Toy is to live a life the sole purpose of which is the 
pleasure of another. It is to be stored for convenience, to be displayed 
subservient, to be washed of mind and spirit, to be subjected to cruel and 
kind caresses, but most of all to be reduced to the one dimensional, to 
live in a universe that begins with a clawing hand and ends with an animal 
gasp.” Joshua Stepford

This is Dolly. Dolly is kept in a small cupboard in the guest bedroom, 
pretty in pink ribbons and starched frilly petticoats, Dolly is the perfect
distraction for a rainy day or a stormy night. For all intents and purposes
this pretty little peach has been transformed into a living, breathing 
doll. Note the sensuous hourglass figure, the voluminous breasts, the 
wasped waist held tight by a broad, glossy band and the cute mittens.

A toy is very much a status symbol here in Stepford, a pretty bauble to 
be put on display when important visitors arrive and the perfect companion 
for any overnight guests.

Technically classified as animal-status women, toys are another way the 
Stepford man can idle away his time in the absence of the mind numbing 
effects of television and radio. Many enjoyable hours can be spent 
dressing, undressing and preparing the doll and great pride is taken 
getting the appearance just right. There are regular swap-meets where Doll 
owners can swap their Dolls, compare outfits and exchange advise.


Stepford Town Council Meeting No. 367:

Item No. 72 - The request to outlaw the ownership of Dolls. "Gentlemen,
the ownership of property for the mere sake of ownership is in itself a 
vulgar and selfish notion. Particularly vulgar is the notion of the Doll. A
woman confined to a cupboard for the sole purpose of occasionally gawping 
at her. Gentlemen, this is damn nonsense. Messing around with Dolls, living 
or otherwise, is a ridiculous waste of natural resources and lets face it, 
it strikes me as being plain sissy! Previous remark was struck from the 
record at the request of Mr Bill Parker.


Toy - Making of a Pillow

Stepford is full of women, Toys and Pets that all require a little 
extra maintenance from time to time.

There exists within the town a laundry service who will pick up and 
return your spouse, mistress, toy or pet, preened, powdered and looking 
neat as a new pin. Dental checks, wig replacements, nail clipping and deep 
cleansing are all orders of the day.

There are also refreshers in obedience and submission to keep your 
property in line.

Toys can be modified for long or short term use. For instance, here we 
see a young Toy stripped of all apparel and all bodily parts superfluous to
her function being hung out to dry after a spray wash.

This pretty little trinket has been put through a custom modification and
will be returned to her owner as a warm, living pillow for his bed. 
Cassandra Kaye, now simply known as 'Pillow' is one of the many womenfolk 
who enter the Stepford community with a genuine desire to be servile and 
submissive. Furthermore, it was at Cassandra's specific request prior to 
her entering the community that she now hangs before us severely modified, 
her natural female vulnerability exaggerated by her disability.

As owned property, an object to be bought of sold at auction, Cassandra 
has found her own Utopian existence.


Cassandra Kaye Admissions Statement:

“I, Cassandra Kaye, the big breasted, bimbo slut-whore property of 
Charles Edgar Kaye, hereby acknowledge the implications, requirements and 
sacrifices Stepford community expects of me. I freely release all human 
rights and freedoms so that I can follow my beloved husband and master into
your community. 1 also freely submit myself to be the lawful property of my
husband within the laws of this community and freely submit to all forms of 
bondage and restriction, implanting and chemical enlargement of my breasts 
and any other body modification that pleases my husband. I promise to remain 
passive, submissive and obedient at all times and will treat all men within 
the community equally as my master. I genuinely believe that my role of woman 
is to be happy in my gentleness, vulnerability and weakness." Signed, 
Cassandra Kaye


Contraband & Slavery

Bringing goods into the Stepford community by means other than 
authorised supply channels is strictly illegal*.

Stepford is a community that enjoys and values its privacy and such 
unmonitored importing would seriously undermine the security and anonymity 
of the town and its inhabitants.

All town supplies are delivered to the main gates only and are checked 
and signed for by the good Sheriff and his deputies. Large items ordered by
private individuals are collected from the main gates and arrangements for 
removal and transport are the sole responsibility of the owner of the 
goods. The gate guards run a smooth operation and folks are usually 
informed of the arrival of their goods within the hour.

Sheriff and his men regularly patrol the wall that separates Stepford 
from the outside world but at seventy-five miles long, the task is 
extremely difficult. Therefore, the penalties for smuggling are the only 
real deterrent and range from confiscation of goods to imprisonment.


*Town Council Document 221/788/PAYNE-Labeled: Urgent Medical Items

Amendments to Accounts:

Monies paid to Carew Detective Agency $1200 For the research and 
investigation into Dr Roxanne Johnson. Dr Roxanne Johnson - 
African-American, Aged 28, 38DD-28-38, College athlete, black belt karate, 
qualified doctor. Part-time Vice President of the Working Woman's 
Foundation, Currently living in Shelbyville in unorthodox relationship with
Maria Cassales. 

Monies paid to Shelbyville Public Records for acquisition of information 
$7000 

Monies paid / donation to Tennessee Police Welfare Fund $10000 Monies 
paid to Senator Fink's election campaign fund $10000

Monies paid to Ace Trucking, haulage and transport $800 

Monies paid to Roxanne Johnson for term of contract / Labourer $0 NOTE. 
This document to be filed in Medical Expenses and NOT be entered into 
Annual Spending Report.


Processing

As paid slaves, the workhorses are the lowest status women in Stepford;
branded, nose ringed, and condemned to perform laborious and mundane 
physical tasks. In the town forge the workhorses are fitted with unremovable 
hoofs that belie their farmyard function.

The workhorses are kept at the Jackson Stables where they are rented out 
in harness and reined teams to perform various activities: plowing, cart 
pulling, factory labor.


Workhorse Stalls

A workhorse slave is not given any formal training for her new animal 
status and is expected to learn how to behave by copying the rest of the 
herd. Homesick and sore from her new piercings, this freshly arrived 
workhorse is spending her first night in her stall. Teary eyed, she views 
the glistening rubber feeder that hangs in front of her face. Desperately 
hungry but too ashamed to take the feeder in her mouth, she crouches in 
self-inflicted misery.

There is no hurry. After her first day's toil, the little workhorse will 
return to her stall and eagerly take the feeder, sucking it dry.

The workhorses are each given a cozy private stall lined with clean hay. 
The feeder nozzle that hangs within reach of each stall provides liquid 
nutrient and fresh clean water. The feeder works on pressure and the 
workhorse will have to suck hard to get her first feed.


The Stepford Guide to Animal Welfare / Workhorses:

The workhorses are second only to the Dairy herd in importance to the 
practical running of the community. Therefore care and maintenance 
provisions for the workhorses should be as stringent as those set out for 
the Dairy herd. Upon classification each workhorse must be allocated an 
identification number and receive a brand. Each workhorse must be allocated
a private stall to prevent the passing of parasites or ailments, and to 
diminish any chance of illicit communication. The bedding in each stall 
must be kept clean and fresh. Water must be made available at all times. 
Workhorses showing early symptoms of illness must be removed from the 
general stable and kept in a separate area. Workhorses with sprains or 
injuries must remain in their stalls until fully recuperated. Continuing 
ill health must be checked by the veterinarian.

Workhorses must not be punished with a severity detrimental to their 
ability to labor nor must they be hindered in any way during daily labors. 
All workhorses must be hoofed and wearing cowbells at all times; must be 
tethered or on reins; and it is advisable to blinker large herds in public.
Feeding will be monitored to prevent unnecessary and unsightly weight gain.
The workhorse will not be required to labour in environments that are 
dangerous or detrimental to long term health. In the event of fire, flood, 
earthquake, or storm, due care and attention will be taken to confine the 
workhorse herd in a safe area. Workhorses shall be retained for no longer 
than ten years' service. The workhorses will remain during their stay in 
Stepford as property of Stepford Town Council under license to Stepford 
Stables, Plantation Lane, Stepford.


Slave Initiation

During their time at Stepford, the workhorses remain forcibly celibate,
the Town Council preferring their purchased energies to be spent on honest 
labor.

The stablemaster and his stable hands ensure that there is no unnecessary 
interference with the workhorses, as specified earlier. Carnal relations 
between man and animal is neither seemly or tolerated.


Minutes of the Stepford Town Council Meeting No. 4538: 

Matters raised by Mr Bob Hancock: 

"Gentlemen, I would like to make public my distaste for the illicit 
activities that have taken place yet again under the roof of The Stables. 
Despite public opinion that the so-called Spear Dance initiation of nubian 
work slaves is an important tradition, I must point out that it is also 
illegal under Bylaw No. 98. I myself witnessed the pinning down and gang 
molestation of a new slave, which lasted some hours. I found the event most
distasteful, morally vacant and was surprised to find this nefarious 
activity wholly unpoliced by our Sheriff.”

Sheriff Bean spoke in reply:

"Mr Chairman, Mr Hancock, in reply to your comments, my deputies and I 
were answering a serious report of intruders at the main wall. Plus, I will
also state that it is not the business of my office to intervene in affairs
relating to animal welfare."

Mr Bill Parker spoke:

“Sheriff, Sir, we of course, care not a jot about the slaves or the 
animals but I do feel it is your responsibility to police our towns moral 
welfare. My fellow speaker is most right in quoting Bylaw No. 98 in drawing
light to this repugnant activity."

The Chairman spoke:

"Sheriff, maybe you could explain, for the benefit of all the members of 
the council what exactly this Spear Dance involves?”

The Sheriff spoke:

“Well, lets see. The slave is strapped to a branding trestle and given a 
sound paddlin' by each of the initiators, then one by one she is mounted 
until the point at which each excited initiator requires the slave to take 
his seed into her mouth. This continues until the slave has been seeded by 
all the initiators. The slave is then given a small brand to show she has 
joined the Stepford herd. Really, its nothing as bad as it sounds, 
gentlemen."

The Chairman addressed the Sheriff directly:

“How many initiators, Sheriff?”

Sheriff:

"Fifty or sixty, thereabouts."


High Street Herding

The merry jangling of cowbells as the workhorses are paraded down the 
main street at the end of the day serves notice that another Stepford day 
is drawing to an end.

These handsome beasts of burden are off to the power station to relieve 
the team that has worked tirelessly all day to provide power for the 
townsfolk, on treadmills, pumping seats, and trotting dynamos, converting 
their raw animal strength to pure electrical energy.


Rules & Regulations

Since the dawn of time, man has been inventing different ways to 
control the women folk. From witches' branks to scolds' bridles, chastity 
belts to corsets and stilettos.

Here we see a modification of the brank. ‘Silence is Golden' is the first
rule any decent lady about town learns to obey immediately.

Failure to obey may lead to the wearing of this simple arrangement. Inch 
high tongue stud piercings line this little lady's tongue top and bottom.


Debtor's Parade

Stepford is the home of old-world values, where a man's word is his 
bond. Any deviancy from this philosophy is intolerable. So, when old Jack 
Humble

passed away last Fall leaving a substantial bar tab, a sizable bill at 
Hancock's, and poor Mickey Quinlin unpaid for all the work done on Jack's 
shingle roof, the Town Council voted a seizure of goods was the only fair 
action.


Debtor's Destiny

Missy Humble, a brave young lady anxious to work off her father's debt,
ended up in the Pit. Her only hope lies in the fact that if she services 
well and often, she will have paid off her debt by Spring and may gain 
service as a Pet or Toy in a good household.

Power House


Stepford Powerhouse, over on Slave Lane, is a marvel of engineering, 
both mechanical and organic.

Built over fifty years ago by Joshua Stepford, the Powerhouse is still 
used to generate many forms of energy for the town's use. Over the years, 
the town has invested in solar, wind, and wave power research and 
development from which fifty percent of the community's electrical power is
generated.

The remaining source of power comes from two huge twin turbines powered 
by a fairground of treadmills, pumps, and workstations. These in turn are 
powered by slave labor.

Hand picked for natural power and performance from the Jackson Stable, 
nubian slaves with their thick thighs and high, thrusting buttocks are 
shackled onto long pumping seats.

Within the vast chamber, rows and rows of these lovely workhorses power a
series of huge nodding donkeys, compelled to pump giant pistons in a scene 
reminiscent of an ancient galley ship.

Not true slaves as such, these nubile young ladies have been discreetly 
dredged from the poorest ghettos of the outside world, and offered good 
honest toil in return for a modest wage payable after their sentence of 
toil.

Then they are put to work as bonded slaves, controlled by contractual 
obligation for a term of no less than ten years hard labor.

They are kept naked and harnessed, perpetually tethered as befitting any 
beast of burden.

Of naturally low moral values, the nubian workhorses, like all women of 
animal status, must remain celibate* within Stepford and lead an almost 
monastic lifestyle devoted to work and rest.

Confined in total darkness upon arrival and departure, the whereabouts of
Stepford remains unknown to these paid and bought slaves. Having been 
picked for their low intelligence and low social standing, any subsequent 
talk of their Stepford existence is ridiculed by all who hear them, thus 
keeping Stepford a myth.

But the truth is that most slaves leave Stepford grateful for their 
experience and justly rewarded with accrued funds which will give them a 
head start in their continued life in the outside world.

*Stepford Bylaw No. 77


Mill Horses

As the Nubian slaves arrive at Stepford they are given a mental 
assessment and the women of high intelligence are usually assigned to the 
most mundane tasks, such as the mill.

Here, former career women, student lawyers, bankers, and business women 
seduced by the crazy modern work ethic that defines the career woman', are 
brought down a peg or two and shown their proper place.

Having taken the Stepford dollar, these haughty madams are shown that a 
menial task here at the mill is their true station in life.

The women who are less intelligent and from poor urban squalor find 
themselves pulling carts, plowing fields, or pulling logs in the clean, 
fresh air of the beautiful Stepford countryside. It is a world away from 
their city lives and one can imagine the benefits such women also receive 
from their honest labors.


Extract from The Processing of Daisy Brown

After signing yet more papers with her thumbprint because of the lack of reading 
and writing skills, the dusky maiden was relieved of her clothes which, glum 
faced, she watched being burned. She stood at attention, docile and goose pimpled, 
as the thick leather slave's collar that she would be required to wear for the
next ten years was fixed around her neck. Master Jackson stood briefly 
before her and read out the slave's charter that bore her thumbprint. 
Solemnly she listened, warned not to utter one word and wary as to not 
catch her master's stern gaze. Finally her master took a good long look at 
her, pacing slowly around her, his rough paws testing her flesh, the 
firmness of her flanks. Her soft succulent lips were pulled back and her 
teeth checked as if she were a horse and then came the final indignity as a
harness was produced into which she was strapped, hoisted off the

ground and weighed. Another man then appeared brandishing a short cane 
which he swiped at her buttocks, causing her to take up a fine pace out of 
the building and out into the street, the short leather leash attached to 
her collar keeping her in distance of the sharp stick. The gay sunshine hit
her skin and at once she felt ashamed, vulnerable and exposed. But the 
oddest thing was that not one pair of eyes passed her way, not one single 
fellow stopped in his tracks, mouth agape in wonder at her nakedness. It 
was as if this were the most natural sight - a naked woman, tethered and 
lead like a beast down the lane. At first this calmed her but then an 
almighty fear began to creep through her. What kind of world was this that 
tolerated her shameful abuse with such apathy. At once she understood how 
easily she had sold herself and into what cauldron of misery she had 
delivered herself. That night with fresh shackles adorning her ankles and a
sore ache in her nose where a dull, steel ring pierced her, she silently 
sobbed, tears of bitterness at her own stupidity and greed.


Horse Taxi

The license to keep workhorses is owned by the Jackson family stables 
which rent out the slaves to the community at a fixed tariff. They ensure 
that the right pedigree of slave is imported, healthy and fully renumerated
for their bond of slavery.

Here we see Duke Bell and his taxi, pulled by a sturdy young pony. Two 
cracks of the whip and she is off at a brisk trot, passers-by turning to 
admire the sight of a nubian beauty, harnessed, reined and under masterly 
control.

From his seat, Duke, a former chemical scientist enjoys the Spring sun on
his face and reminds himself once more of what a good decision he has made 
by escaping the rat race and moving to Stepford.

Below him, the powerful rounded rump of his pony girl pumps up and down, 
the slightly raised 'S' brand pulsing on toned and flexed muscle. After two
years hitched to his taxi-cart, this dusky pony has learned to respond to 
the merest twitch of the reins and takes real pride in her labor, earning 
the two gold bells that tinkle from her dark teats - a private gift from 
her master.

The life of a pony-girl can be most rewarding to a woman from a 
background of destitution and vice. The chance to be of real social service
is a privilege not lost on this trotting woman-beast.

Of course, there are bad days when the weather is foul and cruel, the 
mornings dark and damp or the midday is scorching and dry. There are heavy 
customers, rude customers, drunk customers and crude customers. Days when 
she is returned to her stable exhausted or covered in fine welts when her 
master has become ill tempered.

But, in general, this pretty pony has found her true station in life, 
much the same as her master. She is kept fit and healthy, groomed and 
oiled, fed good food with lots of fresh water in her trough. 

Advertisement for Pony Girl posted in selected Outer World neighbourhoods: 

Wanted - young, fit, and healthy woman for vacancy in small transportation 
company. Must be single and without children. Must be over five foot seven 
inches in height, well built and interested in horses. No qualifications 
needed, work away from home on long term contract. Food, clothing and 
accommodation provided. Reasonable pay and conditions. Must be free of 
addictions, non-smokers preferred. No union workers or agencies please. 
Stepford Stables is an Equal Opportunity Employer.


Milk Man

One can only imagine the mixed sensations the curious creature that is 
the Milk Maid feels as she carefully totters down the graveled path. Held 
securely on a long tether, she waits at the door, ready to dispense her 
creamy goods.

The door opens and unseen hands, warm and strong, knead the milk from her
breasts - one jug or two, she must wait patiently until the gentleman has 
taken what he wants from her soft body.

A firm tap on the head and off she goes, her bovine breasts swaying from 
side to side.


Article in the Nation Inquires

Dusky schoolteacher Marlene Jefferson, charged earlier this week for 
wasting police time, was yesterday at this newspaper's offices where our 
scientists carried out a lie detector test on the beauty. To our 
astonishment Marlene, aged 28, was proved to be telling the truth by our 
scientist's machine. Incredibly, Marlene's story is that she was abducted 
by unseen forces, transported to a soundless dark world and experimented 
on. In her own words, "I remember attending a job interview” (the police 
proved there was no interview and no company as she had named it) “then 
everything went black. When I woke up it was pitch dark, I felt heavy and 
slow, I couldn't feel my legs and my mouth wouldn't move or make any 
sound.” Marlene Jefferson claims to have been abducted by aliens and 
experimented on during which time her legs were amputated at the knee. She 
was then held captive for several years and used as some kind of strange 
exotic herd cow. "Everyday they came for me and lead me around on a rope or
something. I was hand milked like a cow until my breasts were sore and 
empty, all the time I couldn't see a thing." A police spokesman said 
earlier today, Miss Jefferson's claims are clearly fictional. Whilst
we have no doubt that Miss Jefferson has suffered a distressing ordeal 
and a horrible accident at which she may also have sustained chronic memory
loss, we cannot attribute any truth to or find any evidence to support her 
claims. Her persistence with this matter has left the police department 
with no choice but to press for charges. Miss Jefferson was discovered 
during a routine raid of a south side bordello, chained naked and strapped 
into a wheeled locker under a bed. The two incidents do not appear related.
But, the mystery of Miss Jefferson's alleged abduction remains, and to date
the police have still not explained the strange brandings on Miss 
Jeffersons body which could not have been made by herself. Nor could they 
explain her incredibly swollen breasts which produce up to several pints of
milk per day. Miss Jefferson will be formally sentenced on Tuesday and is 
expected to be sent to the secure psychiatric unit at Tennessee State 
Prison.


Winds of Change

Gee whiz! There's a howler brewing outdoors and it looks very much like
this year's storms have arrived early.

Look, there goes Deputy Bush and his new wife battling with the wind. If 
this keeps up it looks like they may have to postpone the voting for Mayor.

All across Stepford, folks are starting to board up windows and check for
loose shingles. The farm hands have brought in all the cows, sows, and 
workhorses and inside Chester's, warming his feet near the stove and 
smiling into a cup of joe is Mickey Quinlin. After last year's storm he was
busy for three months repairing fences, replanting trees, and fixing broken
glass.

Outside, the High Street looks like a frontier town from an old western 
movie with paper and dust whistling down the street as folks hurry from 
door to door picking up last moment supplies before the week long 
hibernation.

Deputy Bush is almost home now, just a few more yards and he will store 
away the wife and head off to the main entrance into town where last year 
the big wind knocked down one of the gates.

Just what will happen this year is any one's guess!


Epilogue

It had been raining solidly for a week in London. The city seemed 
visibly soggy and particularly gray through the immense Georgian sash 
windows of Luscombe & Drew Solicitors.

Behind him the steady drone of the senior partner's voice continued as he
read from a sheaf of papers.

"...last seen in the United States of America, more specifically 
Tennessee. That's the south, I believe. Damn good shooting down there, got 
these huge fat birds with ghastly beaks...Thomson... Thomson!?"

Jeremy Thomson was miles away. He'd scarcely heard a word.

"I say, Thomson, have you been listening?"

"Er, yes sir. Deep south, Tennessee." Just about convincing. Nearly got 
caught out there.

"Yes, well. Jeremy, my dear fellow, it seems the general consensus is 
that you, being the only junior partner, it would be excellent experience 
for you to go. Field work and all that, y'know."

"Go?" Jeremy found himself nodding without a clue as to what he was 
agreeing.

"First class old boy. I knew you wouldn't let us down. You know between 
you and me, old Hetherington Smythe said you wouldn't do it. But, what does
he know, the old fart. Smells of cheese if you stand too close to him. 
Never trust a man who smells of cheese, young Jeremy, mark my words!" 
Cornelius Luscombe coughed out a bellicose laugh as he ushered the young 
lawyer to the door of his plush office.

"See Mary on your way out. And good luck old chap!"

He stepped forward to Mary's desk, a tabletop that shouted out the 
virtues of tidiness and organisation. As always, Mary sat hunched like a 
spider, indignant as ever, and peered at him over the top of her half lens 
glasses whilst her spindly hands worked unseen at the drawers at her side. 
She produced a small wallet of papers. Tickets, to be exact. Airline 
tickets. His heart stopped for a brief second. Quickly he ruffled through 
the papers and pulled out the outbound ticket. It was dated for tomorrow 
morning, 9 a.m.

He stepped out into the dim light of the corridor and slumped against the
wall. Maybe he should go straight back in, tell Mr Luscombe he had other 
plans? Maybe he could pretend to be ill? His mind raced uncontrollably but 
no sensible solution could be found. Finally, he walked down the corridor 
to his own office, picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello, can I speak to Mr Gord, Mr Earnest Gord."
