Brent looked around him with a sigh, wondering why he’d even bothered coming in here. Everything in the little shop looked musty and ancient. Shelves full of old bottles lined each aisle, their labels marked with mostly unreadable script. Intermingled with the bottles were boxes full of dried things Brent wasn’t sure he wanted to identify. Some magic shop this was! And what a waste of time. Shaking his head, Brent turned toward the door. ...
Brent looked around him with a sigh, wondering why he’d even bothered coming in here. Everything in the little shop looked musty and ancient. Shelves full of old bottles lined each aisle, their labels marked with mostly unreadable script. Intermingled with the bottles were boxes full of dried things Brent wasn’t sure he wanted to identify. Some magic shop this was! And what a waste of time. Shaking his head, Brent turned toward the door. ...
(story continues from Bad Day at the Office) Chapter Two: The Situation Deteriorates Kirsty and Ruth were pulled inside the derelict building by the ropes, encircling their upper bodies, enthusiastically by the two goons on the other ends. “Come on you Cop Bitch !” Snarled the thug tugging at a reluctant Kirsty who was trying to fight the incessant tugging on the thick cords. “I have a little something to give you later you slut !” the man warned ominously, obviously referring to the knee in the nuts the thug had suffered earlier at the hands of the Policewoman and the almost certain retaliation. ...
Chapter One: Failed Heist The van swayed from side to side as it continued to accelerate through the single track country road, buffeting about the two women sprawling on the rear floor. One of the women wore a red short sleeved shirt and a grey business skirt that rode up over her shapely thighs as she was thrown around by the violent motion of the van. The other figure was dressed in the uniform of a police officer, who was spared the other woman’s indignity, as she was wearing a pair of tight fitting uniform slacks. ...
Bait & Switch By: GaggedUtopia The ability to create, on any medium, is what keeps me happy with life. Writing, programming, electronics, and even woodworking all give me a sense of self worth and accomplishment. To top it all off, when you can share your work with others and they enjoy it, well, you get the idea. With this in mind, I set my sights on making some furniture I had read in several stories. ...
The van rolled slowly to a stop. I felt light-headed, seemingly not enough air. Excitement mingled with fear as I tried to move in my exquisite prison, a soundproof rectangular wooden chamber underneath the solidly built in seats of the dining area in the rear of the conversion van. Measuring twelve inches high, twenty inches wide and seventy-two inches long, it was a perfect fit. Tightly bound and heavily gagged, lying on my back, the top of my head and the bottom of my feet pressed against the ends, shoulders snug against the sides. On the outside panel, decorative gold vents at either end provided air, augmented by a small electric fan flush mounted to the right of my head. To anyone, it was a typical vacation vehicle, one of the many on the busy interstate. I tried to squirm but to no avail. Sealed perfectly in this coffin- like arrangement, an invisible captive. ...
Belinda had arrived from work, and in need of a release. She was new in town, having just moved in 6 months prior, so didn’t have many friends yet that she could go out with. Also adding to things was that she was low on funds to play with. This meant she likely would stay home in her apartment for the weekend alone. If she was going to be alone and at home, she was going to make the best of it. ...
Notice: This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons is entirely coincidental. The voice on the intercom said, “Aileen, could I see you in my office?” “Yes, Mr. Ryan, I’m on my way.” Aileen O’Malley left her cubbyhole of an office and went across the hall. She knocked on the door marked ‘Frank Ryan, President’, and entered. ...
Part 1: Back at it The cool summer evening wind blew lightly as Lucy walks out the front door and down the street, heading toward the train platform. The party was still going strong, but she needed to be at work early in the morning, so she put her cocktail down, fetched her coat from the pile on the bed, thanked the hostess for a fun evening, kissed the cute guy whose number she got and left. ...
(story continues from Batgirl - The Return 9: She’s Back)_ Part 10: Meeting Face to Face Meanwhile, in another part of Gotham City, Catwoman was in her secret lair, alone with her lovely, rich captive Jennifer Wentworth. The stolen limousine was under cover, driven inside the build and draped with several large sheets to hide it from prying eyes. Like many others in the city, the building was abandoned long ago by a city moving forward and leaving its past behind for the use of Gotham’s less fortunate and undesirable. ...
(story continues from Batgirl - The Return 10: Meeting Face to Face)_ Part 11: The Last Train Batgirl slowly awoke. Within a moment, she knew she was lying on her back, but what she was lying on was a complete mystery. As her head cleared, she took in her surrounding, trying to understand what was happening. It was colder now and darker, like she was outside, yet still a roof was over her head. Yes, she was on the flat of her back, but her arms were held above her head. She knew she was stick straight, with her legs pressed tightly together. Her wrists were also bound together and held above her head. When she tried to move, she quickly realized she was tied up to something that was cold, hard, rather narrow and unyielding. Something was between her teeth and tied on tight too. ...
(story continues from Batgirl - The Return 1: Back at it)_ Part 2: Funerals and Wills All of Gotham’s richest and finest, and those hoping to be, were in attendance, and all doing their best to look spectacular in mourning wear, which a few of them did spectacularly. Though most of those who ringed the freshly dug grave site despised Bartholomew ‘Bad-Worth Bart’ Wentworth, they still came out in droves for the cameras and press that covered the funeral. Hundreds were there, outwardly looking sad, but many gleeful that the despicable business leader was finally as cold and lifeless as most thought his heart really was and about to be planted, his remaining mark in life a large, cold granite marker. ...
(story continues from Batgirl - The Return 2: Funerals and Wills)_ Part 3: A Meeting of Ways They made good time through midday traffic. The ride into the outskirts of the city was pleasant, giving Barbara time to make notes and send them off to her assistant. The built-up city gave way to subdivisions of home and then to open, large lands that surrounded the farms and the homes of the uncommonly wealthy. The limousine pulled through the gate, closing behind them as the auto rolled up the long drive to the front entrance of the large, gothic style estate of the Wentworth family. ...
(story continues from Batgirl - The Return 3: A Meeting of Ways)_ Part 4: Making Plans and Progress As Barbara rode back to her office, another family meeting was about to transpire. Brad drove his expensive sports car into the secured underground parking of Catherine’s luxury condominium. He took the elevator to the top floor of the high-rise building, the entire floor being Catherine’s domain, having the code to reach it without calling for access. He rang the bell and waited, annoyed that it took so long for the maid, a pretty and petite brunette, to answer. ...
(story continues from Batgirl - The Return 4: Making Plans and Progress)_ Part 5: The Attempt A small boat motored along the shoreline of the Wentworth estate just before midnight. It was a dark, moonless night, perfect for this sort of evening cruise the two sailors were hoping for. With the wind now coming off the land, the waves behind the bluff were almost non-existent. After a few moments of searching, they found what they were looking for and pulled the boat to the narrow shoreline. They tied the boat off to prevent it from drifting off and the two figures moved ashore. Dressed in dark clothing from head to toe and with camouflaged packs on their backs, only the sharpest of eyes would see them in the darkness, and at the secluded spot, no one would be looking in their direction anyway. ...
(story continues from Batgirl - The Return 5: The Attempt)_ Part 6: The Aftermath “She survived. Damn it, she survived! How the hell did that stupid slut survive it!” Brad demanded as he paced in Catherine’s sitting room the following afternoon. The maid had been dismissed and sent on errands to get her out of the way before Brad arrived, so they could discuss the less than desired results of their nighttime visit. ...
(story continues from Batgirl - The Return 6: The Aftermath)_ Part 7: The Next Plot For the next few days, there was little to report. Batman’s night visit resulted in very little hard evidence. He found a spot where a boat could have landed on the shoreline and scuffing on a small tree to indicate a boat may have been tied up there recently. However, the all-day rain had washed away any traces for footprints or a trail, so there was nothing to follow. A sweep of the area turned up nothing. ...
(story continues from Batgirl - The Return 7: The Next Plot)_ Part 8: Cause & Affect The weekend brought nothing new to report on any front, and Gotham City enjoyed a weekend of relative calm. As always, crime was in the news, as were the Caped Crusaders. But as of late, things were calm, and the exploits of the super criminals were in a lull, or at least the early planning stages. ...
(story continues from Batgirl - The Return 8: Cause & Affect)_ Part 9: She’s Back Barbara and Bruce were driving from the restaurant, having lost the usual gaggle of photographers that often followed him. It was a quiet dinner they enjoyed together and were heading to a show in the theater district when Bruce’s phone rang, the highly encrypted one that usually meant trouble. “If Barbara’s with you, you’ll both want to hear this.” Dick Grayson said. Bruce put the phone on speaker. ...
Part 1: The Hunt Begins Barbara sat on her bed, her laptop on her thighs and several papers surrounding her but at fingers reach if needed. Having ate a light supper after arriving home, she stripped off her modest blue heels and deposited her simple blue & gray dress into the hamper, leaving her in her lacy bra, pantyhose and half slip. Here she felt comfortable doing her reviews. “Time to go to work, Charlie” Barbara said as she closed down the laptop computer and slipped in into the bag. The hard drive was heavily encrypted, so Barbara was confident that even if someone did break into her small, two story brick home and get past the elaborate security system, the data on the drive was more than secure. The papers, no longer needed went into a small cross cut shredder and became fuel for the two sided fireplace that faced both her dining and living rooms below. The fire died out a few moments later. ...