Author's note Ok, so the title of the last chapter was a bad play on the tightening of the screw, and this one's a tongue-twisted version of the plot thickens. So, sue me. * * * * * Chapter 5: The Thot Plickens The ringing of a phone startled me awake. I fumbled it off the hook before the third ring and gasped at the chuckled greeting, "How's it going, Sl...
The rope held her hands tightly behind her. In order to move her they hadn't bound her legs, but to keep her from knowing her way they had blindfolded her. She had been dumped into another of their makeshift holding cells. The air was cold and stale; it was a closet or most likely a cellar of some kind. Despite their knowledge and expertise at interrogations...
Friday went by so slowly, all of Diane's thoughts were on the upcoming weekend. Distracted and horny was how she spent the entire day. Michael continued with his occasional touches, making her wince a few times because her nipples were still sore from the clips on them. Also from the amount of attention she now gave them every night when she masturbated, but...
This is a continuing story and all participants are well over the age of 18. All names have been changed so that the guilty, or rather the characters of the story, do not become the envy of their neighbors. To fully understand what has happened, please start with the first chapter and please remember to vote and or comment. Thanks. /////////// Slave donna...
A few days after Dennis Livingston arrived at Lois Tillman's house for his two-week visit, Lois' estranged husband, Rod, stopped at the house to talk with his wife. The coach planned to make one last attempt to get his wife to see that it was a bad idea for them to break up their marriage. Almost from the start, the visit didn't go well for Rod. It bothered...
She slowly woke, struggling up through the layers of consciousness. She could feel a hard floor below her, her wrists and ankles were bound. She could hear voices. Harsh, mean, laughing, cruel voices -- she didn't want to see the faces these voices belonged to, they filled her with fear. A strange coppery smell assaulted her nostrils. Curiosity overrode her...
Another story that just wouldn't get out of my head. There will be at least one more part, maybe more depending on how things go. Comments and criticism are always welcome. All characters are over age 18. ***** Enchanted shackles around my wrists were all that was keeping me from breaking the neck of this creature in front of me. no chains were attached...
Chapter 1 She stood before the mirror in the bathroom, examining herself in the harsh white light of the vanity lamps. He dirty blond hair trailed listlessly in front of her emerald green eyes as she surveyed her body, her fingers tracing the curves of her frame. There was once a time when these curves didn't exist, a time when there was nothing to her bu...
It was five o'clock on a Saturday and I was cruising around with Andy, Russell, Marty and Bill. They may be the Math and Science Club nerds, but they're also my best friends. I asked them what they planned to do for the evening and the boys said that they were going downtown to watch professional wrestling. They asked me if I wanted to join them, but I decli...
Becky, 22 years old, red headed, wearing jeans, hat, mittens, a scarf and all the tops she had brought with her, met Gillian at Mrs Bean's, their favourite café from university days. It seemed like so long ago, and yet the reason Becky was back in town was for graduation, so it really hadn't been that long at all. Gillian was already there, the skinny, bespe...