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Su-Lin's Biology Lesson

Wed, 19 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story features the characters of Geoffrey Holmes and his sexy Chinese torturer Su-Lin, who appear in the stories: “Drip, Drip”; “Stop Yer Tickling!”; “Cutting It Fine”; and “A Wrap for Christmas”. My apologies if I’ve got details of the Chinese school uniform wrong.

For once Geoffrey Holmes wasn’t laid out entirely naked on the table. He’d been given a pair of Prussian-blue Lycra briefs to wear before he’d been strapped down with his arms by his sides and his legs spread out. He felt his penis stretch against the Lycra.

The Beautiful Creature

Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a tribute to the 1954 horror classic: “Creature from the Black Lagoon” which celebrates its sixtieth anniversary this year. The story also features the return of the thirty something schoolteacher Sarah Laughton who appears in the stories “Five O’ Clock”, “Thanks, Miss Laughton” and “Horror of The White Worm”.

Sarah Laughton stood on the beach and looked around Newton’s Bay. The coastal town was built on tall cliffs, surrounding a bay from where the fishing fleets sailed into the North Sea. On her left along the harbour Sarah saw the cairn-like monument to the town’s lifeboat crew who’d been lost at sea in 1865. To her right, Sarah saw on the cliffs above her the ruins of St Bartholomew’s Abbey which had been dissolved by Henry the Eighth and damaged when the town had been shelled by German warships in 1914. Overhead the sun shone in a blue sky which had a few wisps of cloud.

A Wrap for Christmas

Fri, 20 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story continues the exploits of Geoffrey Holmes and his Chinese torturer, Su-Lin who can be found in the stories: “Drip,Drip”; “Stop Yer Tickling!” and “Cutting It Fine”

Geoffrey Holmes was naked and positioned against a metal stand. A pole which rested on the top of his head had two clamps either side holding his head in place. He was in a room the size of a small conference room. Like the other rooms he’d been tortured in it had a tiled floor and ceiling with strip lighting. Nearby was a table on which was a CD player and several rolls of duct tape. Next to the table was a crate containing several large rolls of Christmas wrapping paper.

Stop Yer Tickling!

Tue, 27 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a sequel to “Drip, Drip” featuring the same characters. It can be read as a stand-alone story though.

STOP YER TICKLING!

Will you stop yer tickling, Jock! Oh, stop yer tickling, Jock! Dinna mak’ me laugh so hearty, Or you’ll mak me choke. Oh, I wish you’d stop yer nonsense, Just look at all the folk. Will yer stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing. Stop yer tickling Jock!

Thanks, Miss Laughton 2: Salvation

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Thanks, Miss Laughton)

story continues from part one

Part 2: Salvation

THE STORY SO FAR: Sarah Laughton, a schoolteacher in her mid-thirties, has been imprisoned in her own home by Tommy Swan, a former pupil, who has a crush on her. Wanting to avoid a scandal Sarah reluctantly agrees to co-operate with him in bondage sessions. However the stress and fear has caused Sarah to break down and she can no longer fight against Tommy’s intentions.

Horror of the White Worm

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000

A Halloween Special 2012 Tale

Sarah Laughton twisted on the sand at the bottom of the pit. She was in her bra and briefs and was hog-tied. Her mouth was taped and her brown, frizzed hair fell around her face and shoulders as she struggled.

She looked up to the top of the pit where the coven members were gathered round the edge. They stood out in their white robes and pointed hoods which reminded Sarah of the Ku Klux Klan. They were illuminated by lamps on stands around the pit. The lights blotted out the night sky but from the pit Sarah could see the tops of the columns supporting the beams of the Penitch Monument which enclosed the pit.

Five O'Clock

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s note: This story was inspired by several portfolios from the “Moraxian’s Game Room” site of model Debbie D tied up and threatened with a bomb.

Sarah Laughton had come home early from work to find an intruder in her house. He’d quickly overpowered her then stripped off her clothes leaving Sarah in her bra and pants. He’d tied her hands behind her back, then wrapped ropes around her arms and over and under her breasts before tying them to the front of her bra and securing them with a knot. He then bound her ankles and attached the rope to the knot; drawing up her legs and leaving Sarah in a hog-tied postion. Finally he’d gagged her; pushing the gag into her mouth and forcing Sarah to bite on it.

Loch Ness Horror

Sat, 26 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000

This story contains scenes of being eaten, biten and chewed - not for the squeemish!

Christiaan made his way down to the water’s edge. The pathway was enclosed by trees and he walked past a shelter that overlooked the Loch. The path came out in a stretch of shingle and a rectangular rocky edge that stretched out to be submerged in the water. To the right trees covered the steep valley slopes and the valley walls ran parallel with the water towards the horizon; disappearing around folds. The water was calm and reflected the hills. The day was clear and sunny as Christiaan looked out over Loch Ness.

Finding a Niche

Wed, 23 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Laura was squeezed into the niche. There was a gap of two feet above her and her feet were pressed up against the opposite wall which was three feet away from her. Even if she hadn’t been bound she would have found it difficult to move. As well as the tape pressed to her mouth there was also tape wrapped round her midriff, knees, ankles and which also bound her hands behind her back.

Finding a Niche

Wed, 23 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000

My Cannibal Fantasy

Tue, 15 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000

In my dream I find myself in a forest. I’m lost and I don’t know where I am. The trees are close together and the foliage is dense. I find a worn path and follow it in the hope it will lead me to either a road or town. Suddenly a Girl emerges from the undergrowth. She has shoulder-length, raven-black hair; an oval-shaped face with wide brown eyes and soft, full lips. She has prominent cheekbones; a swan-like neck and is wearing only a haltertop and briefs. “Who are you?” I ask. She puts a finger to her lips, motioning me to be quiet, then takes my hand and leads me down the path.

Titanic Doll

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000

INTRODUCTION: This is my contribution to the centenary of the sinking of the Titanic. However you won’t find Kate Winslet, Leonard DiCaprio or Kenneth More on board.

On board the RMS Titanic; the mid-Atlantic; the evening of Sunday 14th April 1912

Caitlin O’Loughlan stood on the promenade deck and exhaled, watching her frozen breath blow out in front of her and disperse. She puffed out several more breaths and smiled. She’d always enjoyed doing that as it had seemed magical to her as a little girl.

A Cut Above

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Amy was a twenty-two year old blonde with a slim, shapely figure. She lay spreadeagled on a table wearing a string bikini that emphasised her thrust out chest and also fitted snugly round her thighs. She was bound to the table with ropes round her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was also taped.

She struggled. She flexed her fingers as though they would break the ropes. Her back rubbed against the flat surface but all she felt were the ropes round her ankles digging deeply into her skin. She stopped and felt the palms of her hands were sweaty. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed through her nose.

Mary Shelley's Monster

Thu, 19 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Lake Diodati, Switzerland, June 1816

Mary Shelley stood on the shore of Lake Diodati looking up at the sky. The setting sun was casting an orange light on the low clouds, highlighting cotton like layers. Silhouetted against them were little wisps of cloud blown by the cold wind that chilled her. Part of the sky was still a light blue with tinges of white while overhead it was turning into a deep blue heralding twilight.

The Examination

Tue, 12 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Abducted and taken to the planet Trexfilian Polly, a beautiful young woman in her mid-twenties with blue eyes and dark brown hair, lay naked on a table in what appeared to be an operating theatre. She was secured to the table by broad metal bands that covered her breasts and thighs and pressed her arms to her sides. Above her on the low ceiling was a large green bump that filled the room with a soft green light; leaving the corners of the room in shadow. On the wall opposite her was a large screen with a diagram of her skeleton and with strange, angled writing moving at the bottom of the screen. Polly writhed on the table, but the bands held her down. She was able to move her legs and flex her toes but that was all.

The Examination

Tue, 12 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Drip, Drip

Tue, 03 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000

DRIP, DRIP

Geoffrey was laid out naked on a table: secured firmly to it by a broad metal band that covered his middle and pressed his arms against his sides. The room the table was in was well lit by lamps in the corners of the room and five feet above him was a small water tank with a tap suspended over his forehead. Splash! The water dripped down on him, causing his body to jerk. He counted one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine … Splash! The water dripped down and Geoffrey spasmed again. He counted the seconds and the water dripped down a third time. It must have been an hour or more since he was put in here. Geoffrey couldn’t tell as his watch had been taken away with his clothes. Sometimes the droplets of water splashed into his eyes and ran down his cheeks. The idea being to wear down his stamina. He’d also heard that it was also to wear a groove in his forehead. Why, he thought. He had two holes in his head for his nostrils; two for his ears; two for his eyes; one for his mouth and the one his brain leaked out of. The dripping water had been disconcerting at first, but he’d eventually got used to it. He’d even been able to doze for a short time; still feeling the drops on him. He was also enjoying the thrill of being naked and tied up. Especially when Su - Lin came in. Geoffrey felt his restrained penis swell. She was Chinese and had a shapely figure highlighted by the strapless, floral-print swimsuit she wore. She wore her brown hair in a fringe and her heart-shaped face had wide brown eyes and full lips. “How old are you?” he’d asked her as he was stripped and tied up. “Twenty-two,” she’d told him, before postioning the water tank overhead on a rail and leaving, locking the door behind her. She bent over him; making sure he had had a full view of her clevage to torment him more. “Little slant-eyed bitch,” Geoffrey thought, “I want you but you’ve got me.” “How are you getting on?” she purred. “All right thank you,” Geoffrey answered chirpily. “Thanks for the water. I haven’t been thirsty.” The girl smiled. “Are you ready to talk?” “Talk about what?” Geoffrey asked. Su - Lin put her hands on his chest and massaged his breasts; kneeding his nipples between her fingers. Geoffrey tensed and wished he could be released. “You know what you want to tell me,” she cooed, “Whether you want this to go on, or do you want it to stop?” “Give me a big kiss and I’ll tell you,” Geoffrey smiled. Su - Lin smiled back: “You know I can’t do that. Not yet.” She pinched his nipples causing him to wince.

Andrew & Laura

Sun, 20 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000

When Andrew returned home his wife, Laura, was waiting for him. She had an oval shaped face, cool, blue eyes which were almost cat-like, and a rich full mouth. Her brown, waved hair was tied back but several strands had come loose. She wore a clinging t-shirt and tight hipsters that emphasised her slim, shapely figure and large breasts.

“Oh Andrew I’ve missed you.” she said and hugged him.

An Excellent Taste in Women

Mon, 11 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Heart of the Empire

Laura Rowley was a beautiful young woman. She was eighteen and had raven-black hair neatly done up although a few strands kept escaping. Her brown eyes shone with curiousity and her smile was friendly. She wore a simple, hand-woven blue dress and a hat held in place by a pin. This was her first visit to England.

Laura had been nervous about the trip. She’d lived all her life on the Najow Islands in the Bay of Bengal off the Indian coast where her father was governor. On the voyage she’d been doubtful, but then on the morning the ship had come in sight of the English coast she’d woken up excited. On the train to London she’d still felt anxious but her excitment overrode her concerns. At Waterloo she’d climbed out of her first class compartment into a cacophony of porters and guards, passengers and engines that whistled, called and shouted. Laura looked around with interest; trying to recall the sights and atmosphere she would take back to her father.

The Kindness of Cannibals

Mon, 11 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Kristian lay on the large grill in the open. He was naked with his hands tied underneath his back and his legs were parted so that he could feel his genitals being roasted. A soft apple was clamped into his mouth. His heart pounded and his chest rose and fell as he breathed frantically through his nose. The smell of the charcoal and his own cooking flesh filled his nostrils and reminded him of his one and only time in a sauna when the intense heat had made it difficult to breath. His body glistened in the sunlight from the oil and sweat and Kristian felt the perspiration trickle down his temples from his forehead. His chest and the hollow of his neck felt wet and he felt the palms of his hands were moist. His erect nipples and penis itched painfully: the latter from the sliver of wood that had been inserted into the member to keep it hardened. He could also feel its tip was moist not just from the oil but also from the arousal it was getting.

Earth Men make Good Slaves

Wed, 09 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Product Purchase

When Geoffrey Holmes left work at 5pm he was relived that for once he’d left on time. Usually he tended to stay five to ten minutes late tidying up and making sure that the office was securely locked.On two occasons he’d still been at the office at 5.30 and had noted cynically that his colleague and also their office manager were always keen to be out the door on time.

Chinese Takeaway

Sun, 30 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

1: Assessment

Christiaan had never heard of “Emerald Recruitment” until he began his job search. He’d found them in the “Yellow Pages” where the advertisement had explained that they were from China looking to recruit and set up opportunities in England. There was no address but there was a telephone number. So he’d rung the office and got an appointment with their employment adviser Yan Li.

Christiaan found they were in a pedestrianised side street with a Starbuck’s coffee house at one end and a hairdressing salon at the other called “Cut 4 U”. Walking in front of him were three Chinese girls. One had a curvaeous figure, a round face with brown eyes and a broad, snub nose which contrasted with her seemingly delicate mouth.and straight, brown hair which she wore in a fringe. The other had a thin but shapely figure, a heart-shaped face with a pointed chin and an intense expression. She also had brown hair which though tied back had come adrift with strands flying around. They both wore t-shirts and jeans and were talking and laughing. The third had a more petit figure and wore a cardigan over a demin mini-skirt, sandals and was speaking on her mobile. The girls went down an narrow alleyway and Christian followed as he’d been told where Emerald Recruitment’s offices were. Strange that they didn’t draw attention to themselves as there wasn’t a board outside.

Thanks, Miss Laughton

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Based on an idea by Strand Ankler

Part One: Shock

Sarah Laughton woke up and looked round her bedroom. It was daylight outside but she didn’t know what the time was. She panicked; thinking she’d overslept. She glanced at her clock and saw it was late morning. She’d have to ring the school and apologise for being late.

“Just a minute,” Sarah thought, “They’d have rung me to find out what had happened, so why haven’t they?” She lay still and eventually realised she didn’t have to go into school today. It was the summer holidays.