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03-19-2006, 11:42 PM | #1 |
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Bad Girl prt 1 nc MF
The girl whimpered as he prepared her "torture table". Already he had
affixed stirrups for her knees and ankles. Their positions and angles would keep her knees lifted and spread as far as possible, while also keeping her feet to the sides and out of the way. He was now tightening the straps that hold down the rest of her body, to make sure she couldn't alter her torture with any movement. Finally satisfied, he turned and smiled at her. "Ready?" he asked cheerfully. He seemed completely at ease with the fact that he had abducted her against her will, and was about to strap her down and torture her. Mutely, she shook her head, too scared to speak. "Alright, suit yourself, I'm not ready yet anyway. Gotta get the tools ready." With that, he went walking around the small studio apartment, picking things up and examining them as if seeing them for the first time. He seemed to find fault with everything, until he walked out of the small bathroom, carrying a still-packaged toothbrush. He waved it at her, as though he had found his missing car keys. "Bet I can put this to better use than brushing my teeth", he joked, dropping it on the table. The girl, Beth, looked at him with such misery, that for a moment he almost doubted himself. "Beth, you wanted this, remember?" Looking up at him, now curious, she waited to see if he would say more. She didn't dare speak, for fear that she might say the wrong thing, and worsen her fate. But he had forgotten her for the moment as returned to his search for "tools". She watched in silent despair,as he opened a closet and took out an old beat-up lamp. Looking at it pensively, he finally shrugged, and ripped the cord out of it. The cord was about four feet long, but a quick snip of the scissors remedied that. He now held what looked like a small whip in his hands, about one and a half feet long. He brought it over and laid on the table next to the toothbrush, after a few test swings, looking quite proud of himself. She stared with the same terrified fascination that she might feel for a black snake. What part of her body was he planning to use that on, she wondered. It looked as vicious as any whip one might find in a BSDM shop. She turned her attention back to her captor, as he looked for items he could hurt her with...to be continued... Comments more than welcome... Luv, Kitty
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03-24-2006, 01:47 AM | #2 |
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She wasn't sure exactly how she had gotten herself into this situation. A couple of horny posts on a popular sexy site...a date with a pretty hot guy...a close encounter with his twin brother in thier shared house...and now this. She had been pretty drunk that night, and had no real idea of what had happened. She did remember kissing Mike, wondering if Scott would walk in on them in the bathroom. She also remembered making out with Scott in the basement of their awesome home. The pool table had come into play, but she couldn't remember how. She had made promises...confessions, but she couldn't remember details. OH God!! She had a sudden overwhelming flashback of that evening. She had told Scott how she dreamed of being held down and beaten until she cried real, terrified tears, but that no man she had ever met was man enough to meet her criteria. She gasped as she remembered another ill-concieved confession. She had gone into detail about her obsession for female genital torture, and divulged that noone she knew could ever be that perverted and/or that brave. She remembered his pensive look-his expression of extreme interest, and his promise that the next time they met, her fantasies would be realized to thier fullest.
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03-25-2006, 10:05 AM | #3 |
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Please keep going on this story too. I will comment more as the story continues.
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