Carboot

Darlene groaned as her body shifted again. The car was taking a right hand curve at what felt like high speed, but the bound transgendered girl had no idea how fast her captor was actually driving. Darlene had never ridden in the trunk of a car before. She had no idea how fast the car was moving, but it felt fast. The tg’s bound and strapped body, secured to the floor of the trunk with additional leather straps, shifted to some extent with every lateral movement or change in speed the car made. ...

Claire lay quietly in the trunk of the car as it made its way down the highway. She didn’t know where she was going, and that made her nervous. But then she felt she had good reason to be nervous because she was also naked and bound. Ropes bound her hands and feet behind her, pulling her into a tight hogtie, and her nude body was also encased in a burlap sack that itched wherever it touched her. And while just being in the sack and in the trunk would have been enough to blind her, she also had a pad of some sort taped over each eye, rendering her blind. ...

Chapter One The damned connection kept timing out. Why hadn’t she chosen a shorter password? Linda pressed the ENTER key, sending her username and password off into cyber-land and establishing her connection to the Internet. After a few minutes and some very patient typing, the familiar login prompt to the mail server sprang into view. She breathed a sigh of relief. This had to be the hardest email Linda had ever had to write. Who would have thought typing a two-paragraph e-mail would be so hard? Probably people who had never had to write e-mails using a pen stuck into the front of a ballgag, tightly pulled into their mouths. People who weren’t battling a collar and leash that j-u-s-t let them reach the keyboard. And people that probably weren’t wearing a locked-on crotch belt holding the fullness of a dildo inside their pussies. ...

Chapter One The damned connection kept timing out. Why hadn’t she chosen a shorter password? Linda pressed the ENTER key, sending her username and password off into cyber-land and establishing her connection to the Internet. After a few minutes and some very patient typing, the familiar login prompt to the mail server sprang into view. She breathed a sigh of relief. This had to be the hardest email Linda had ever had to write. Who would have thought typing a two-paragraph e-mail would be so hard? Probably people who had never had to write e-mails using a pen stuck into the front of a ballgag, tightly pulled into their mouths. People who weren’t battling a collar and leash that j-u-s-t let them reach the keyboard. And people that probably weren’t wearing a locked-on crotch belt holding the fullness of a dildo inside their pussies. ...