Captured

Sarah gets stuck in a virtual reality game where she is a four-legged ponygirl. Sarah Brightman knocked on the door, then pushed it open and entered a spacious college suite, Two college boys, Duane and Joshua, greeted her, a little too casually. They were both sitting at their laptops, and didn’t completely stop working. “Come on in,” Duane said. Sarah knew the boys only slightly, from electrical engineering classes. The connection had been made through her friend Harmony - who just at that moment breezed into the suite from an entrance on the other side of the room. The girls greeted each other warmly. ...

(story continues from Captured) Part Two Chapter 3 For a minute Andrea thought Black was going to strip her before she was bound but the Goon was in such a hurry to “Fix” the Detective that he didn’t do so. This was the first mistake the gang had made all day. She was surprised that Mrs White had not specified he did so as well. A bit of tardiness creeping into their work, or over confidence maybe. Either way Andrea didn’t care as the Goon went to town with the ropes. ...

Continues from chapter 13 Chapter 14 Next day Leslie sent Gwyneth out after lunch. Ostensibly by way of a penance or punishment for some unspecified misdemeanour, but actually for fun, to ride Zoltan in the forest dressed as a latter-day Lady Godiva, that is to say naked except for her long hair, Gwyneth’s naturally waist level mane being augmented for this purpose to near knee-length by a wig. They had been assured it was entirely private and devoid of Peeping Toms. Even so Gwyneth was not sure she much liked the idea of being out there on her own like that, though if she had complained she was sure Leslie would have retorted to the effect, “What’s like got to do with it.” ...

(story continues from William & Mary 2) Part 3 “How did this happen?” “I don’t know, Sir. All I can say for sure right now is that the locks weren’t opened with a key. From the interior scraping, I’d say they were picked.” “But if the locks were picked, why pry one of the plates loose?” “It wasn’t pried, Sir. From the minute deformations in the chain, ring, and lock, I’d say it was pulled loose. How, I have no idea. That would have taken a lot of strength.” ...

The desirable actress and her producer husband were traveling by yacht in the South Pacific, mostly to get away and forget her dismal performance in her last film. She had got into film many years ago as a teenager with stunning good looks, having been discovered by accident in a shopping mall, and rarely having to perform on the casting couch for a role. Since then she had worked hard at becoming more than a pretty face, but her looks forced her to be typecast as a dumb blond for the first part ofher career anyway. She never did any nude scenes, but she had to dress the part and her wardrobe always stopped just short of an adult rating. By the time she had a chance to actually act she was stuck with the predetermined notion that she was as dumb as most of the world thought she was, and her last film was a major flop because of that. She was angry at herself for taking the ill suited role, but more so with her husband for advising her to. She would now be considered a “poison pill” for any big screen work, and she didn’t even want to think about the small screen! To make matters worse, there was always a fresh supply of pretty young ladies to take her place, and they would do anything, literally ANY THING to land a role on the big screen. ...

(story continues from Prey for your Life) Part Two Dahlia’s jaws clamped vise-like over Christina’s forearm. She cried out in shock and pain, while simultaneously feeling a sense of accomplishment. If her arm had not come up just then, those jaws would be locked onto her face or head, and that would not have been good at all. Resigned to the outcome of this match as she had been before entering this dance, Christina had not wanted a face bite. That was not part of her script. ...

We are lost in the jungle, the lovely Mandy is clinging on to me as it is very hot, the other members of our party had returned to base and our guides seemed to have deserted us. Mandy is a young blonde girl, who joined our small expedition looking for adventure. We had set out five days ago into the remotest part of the Amazon Rain Forest to look for a rare type of Orchid reported to be in this area. ...

The child was sitting, alone, digging in the sand with a spoon. She was young, maybe three years old. Asilla glanced around. There were other people in the park, but none nearby. She walked over to the girl. “Hi.” The girl looked up at her with big, brown eyes. Asilla squatted. “My name is Silla. What’s yours?” The child didn’t respond, only stared. Asilla took another look around, held up her hand before the child’s face, and made the sign. The girl began to cry. ...

The child was sitting, alone, digging in the sand with a spoon. She was young, maybe three years old. Asilla glanced around. There were other people in the park, but none nearby. She walked over to the girl. “Hi.” The girl looked up at her with big, brown eyes. Asilla squatted. “My name is Silla. What’s yours?” The child didn’t respond, only stared. Asilla took another look around, held up her hand before the child’s face, and made the sign. The girl began to cry. ...

Kyle woke to the nightmare that was his new reality. Sun streamed into the room sending harsh shadows through the bars of his crib. He lay in a ball, clutching himself, hungry beyond hunger. If he had indeed been an infant he’d be bawling his head off. She walked into the room, bent over the crib. Good morning, little one. She said that every morning, though he had no idea what it meant. While his own language was full of harsh sounds, hers was soft, almost song-like. He couldn’t tell where one word ended and another began. ...

It was a very long night, and the small mid-town apartment was a dump. Officer Anne Frank was tired of getting the crappy stakeouts that never had anything to gain. The apartment overlooked a warehouse, about two blocks away. From this point, she could see both entrances, and the side loading docks; making anything going in or out of the premises impossible to miss. There had not been a truck, car or van near the place in two days. It was obviously empty, and she did not know if anyone was going to show up. After all the layoffs around the docks, this was not unusual, even the busy warehouses were at half staff, and most had part time shifts. This end of the docks was really slow by 3:00pm every day. ...

Part One Chapter One My contract this week was to safeguard Miss Tilly Masterson, Daughter of the wealthy Mrs Rhona Masterson who had approached me after her Daughter had received several threatning calls whilst studying at Warwick University. I had suggested Tilly came up North as whoever was doing the threatning were likely to remain in Coventry as it was probable they were local gangsters who were after a quick return by kidnapping Tilly and then approaching Mrs Masterson for ransom. ...

“Hello, Conrad. What brings you here today?” Conrad Stodt, head of security for Earth Defense Intelligence, smiled tiredly as he shook William McDonald’s hand. “We need to talk, my friend,” he said simply. Nodding, William led the way into the house. As he followed, Conrad watched the play in his host’s arms as he maneuvered the wheelchair around obstacles. “When are you going to get a real chair?” William smiled. “This one is real,” he replied. “Besides, it’s good exercise. Care to arm wrestle?” ...

(story continues from William & Mary)_ Part 2 “Incoming message from Henry Wills.” Conrad Stodt frowned. Wills was head of security for Generosity Station. A veteran of the American CIA before Unification, Wills had never seemed comfortable serving under the leadership of a former BND officer. Still, he had adapted to the changing face of security, unlike so many others, rising quickly to his own position of authority. “Chief?” Conrad shook away the thoughts. “Yes, Susan, put him through.” ...