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The Mighty Isadora

Fri, 12 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

The Mighty Isadora by Celeste The compliments received were very much appreciated! Hope this ones to your liking The Mighty Isadora by Celeste

Search as long and hard as you like, try every toy store for miles but you will not find amongst the mass ranks of pint sized space suits and tiny cowboy hats a junior clerks outfit. There is no “my first filing cabinet”. Nobody aspires to be a filing clerk, no one views the position of cog within a giant cooperate wheel as the crock of gold at the end of life’s rainbow. But then Karl didn’t go a bundle on rainbows.

Trespasser

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Trespasser by bbmnf Trespasser by bbmnf

I was on my vacation. I had decided to hike a trail in the Rocky Mountains of the United States of America. I was 22, out of college and had not yet accepted a job. I had saved enough from my co-op job to spend the summer hiking. I would only need food. I had enough to swing that. The first 6 weeks went fine. I was running low on food. Unless I wanted to live off the land, which I didn’t, I had to go into an inhabited area for supplies. It was a long trek down to the lower level where I could make my way into the town that was a few miles away from the foot of the mountain I was on at the time. I hiked down the mountain to the flat land and continued east in the direction of the town. I could see the highway from where I was. It was about 200 yards away. The only problem was all along the fence were signs. “NO TRESPASSING. TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED TO THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW,

Kidnapped in Mexico

Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Kidnapped in Mexico by Ardvark Kidnapped in Mexico by Ardvark

Along the Road:

The truck full of farm workers slowed as they drove past the spot where the two men were holding me. I was very aware that I was providing the men in the truck with quite a show. While I do not consider myself beautiful, many men have told me that I’m a “looker.” I have naturally wavy, reddish blonde hair that frames a face that I have been told is pretty. My 105 pounds is arranged on a 5’2” frame that is 34C-23-35. This is all carried on straight, well-formed legs. My nipples are large and tight with very small aureoles around them and are the kind that stand erect most of the time. I usually turn men’s heads when I enter a room. Standing naked by the side of the road however, was not the way I wanted men to be able to see me.

What Martin Knew

Tue, 22 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000

What Martin Knew by Celeste What Martin Knew By Celeste Martin was different. He knew that, he’d always known that, as far back as Martin could remember, Martin had known he was different. Nobody else seemed to share his fascinations, no one he knew at school taped “bits” of TV shows like he did. A kidnap scene here, a bit of a medical drama there, alone he’d sit moving the tape along frame by frame freezing a glimpse of a straightjacket. Staring long and hard at the screen, as most teenage boys do Martin discovered what turned him on in the privacy of his bedroom. By the time he left school the internet had opened up a whole world of bound helpless, if 2 dimensional females for Martin to lust after. His experiments with those more solid females around him had been fun but lacked… that certain something.

Caught in the Woods

Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Here I am, naked except for chains, leather cuffs and padlocks hiding in the bushes next to a country road. Traffic is light but constant; another car goes by every minute or so mostly moms running errands during the day while the kids are in school or local construction workers driving between jobs. The last thing I want is to be caught by one those guys! Once in a while a really cute female drives by and I am sure she can see me hiding naked and helpless in the bushes a mere 5 feet from the edge of the road, sometimes I peer out a little almost hoping to be caught by one of the females.

The Making of a Model

Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 The Making of a Model by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations THE TELL TALE COLLAR It started out as a lousy day and just seemed to get worse. Clients not satisfied with their vacation came into the office trying to get a refund… the reason… lousy weather. Shaking her head she promised them that she would do her level best to get the tour company to give to give them compensation of some sort. Of course, she knew that the company would laugh in her face, but hey, in a customer service oriented company the Client is always right. With a sigh, she dialled the tour operator knowing the response before anyone picked up the line.

Captured and Tortured

Mon, 07 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Captured and Tortured by gopi

There are some things that everyone thinks will never happen to them… Things like accidents, earthquakes, being struck by lightning, being burgled, and so on… … until one of these things does happen, and then they are very surprised, even upset, that it should happen to them.

Gopi was like everyone else, but in his case what he thought would never happen to him was… being abducted. Naturally, living as he did in a large populous country like India, he had heard of abductions. But they always seemed to happen in other places, and to other kinds of people - like young girls, or children of rich people - and not to perfectly ordinary people like him.

Toll Road

Mon, 30 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Melissa closed the car trunk and got in next to the driver. “It was really nice of you to help me move out of the dorm, Daddy. I know how busy you are with your new job.”

“I’m glad of the chance to get away for a while, honey. I’ve missed you, and now I can be with you for a few hours.”

Spellbinder Vs The Collector 4

Wed, 25 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Spellbinder vs. the Collector - Part 3)

8 8 Spellbinder vs. the Collector - Part 4: The Climax by Ranger Spellbinder Vs The Collector Part 4—The Climax

Paula McKenzie, being forcefully pulled by the tight crotch-leash, couldn’t resist the Collector as he pulled her into the dank dungeon without extreme pain between her legs. She was so close to freedom to be caught by a “computer geek”—how humiliating. She was dragged over to a steel exam table where several henchmen held her down as they removed the straps holding down her naked body. The henchmen’s hands were everywhere—brushing and squeezing her breasts, inner thighs, and crotch. Paula struggled for all she was worth but the hands were too strong. They were slipping her legs into something very tight. She looked down to see some type of latex body suit being pulled up her body. The material felt very thin but strong.

Transporting Cathy

Thu, 12 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

* Transporting Cathy by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002. All rights reserved. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All of the characters and organizations are imaginary, and any similarity of names to those of real persons or organizations is coincidental.

Transporting Cathy by Zack

Cathy finished a call, hit the logout button, and took off her headset. Ten o’clock. Break time at last. Cathy had only been working as a telemarketer for a week and she hated it already. She stretched and walked over to the cubicle where her friend Jolene was working a call. Jolene scribbled a note and passed it to Cathy.

Island Adventure

Mon, 05 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Carol Simony, CEO of the Choplet-LaSalle Corporation and the richest woman in the USA, strode out of the Manila office building and across the sidewalk inside a wedge formed by her bodyguards; she ignored the cries of protest from the pedestrians who were jostled out of the way by her phalanx of thugs. So sure was she that her limo would be waiting that she was at the curb before she noticed it wasn’t there.

Amber’s Misfortune 4

Mon, 22 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Amber’s Misfortune, My Gain - Part 4 by Gagged Utopia

Amber wakes to some extreme cramping in her legs, neck and shoulders. Looking around, she realizes that she is still in the cage and can’t move. Surprisingly she was able to get some sleep, but was only due to the pure exhaustion from the day before. “What am I going to do now? I can’t move, I can’t do anything but do what this wacko says. At least I can keep him at bay a little bit by doing what he says.” she thought to herself. Every once in a while the smell from her shit and piss where she lost control during the night would reach her nose causing her to wince. Just the thought of being locked in a cage, inches from her own waste and her face covered in dog food was too much to bear. Amber started to cry profusely and uncontrollably.

Amber’s Misfortune 5

Mon, 22 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Amber’s Misfortune, My Gain - Part 5 by Gagged Utopia

Preface

Two weeks have now passed since Amber was first captured from her own self-bondage in her dorm. Having trained many slaves in the past, I can easily tell the signs when a slave has adjusted to their position and accept it. Once in a while, a slave will develop an attachment to their new masters and become instantly disobedient to the new master. It is unfortunate that the slaves have to learn they are in no way in control again, their only saving grace is most masters are not as cleaver and sadistic as I. Amber seems to be turning out into one of those slaves. She has grown very attached to me as a master and already does not see herself as a kidnap victim. Something is different with Amber however, normally I sell them off to my normal contacts or dispose of them if they get too damaged during training. Amber might be a little hard to get rid of, but I don’t have a choice… unfortunately.

Amber’s Misfortune1

Mon, 22 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Amber’s Misfortune, My Gain - Part 1 by Gagged Utopia

Introduction of Amber

Amber was a student attending the state University. Currently however, she was keeping herself busy with her summer job working as a waitress at a local pub. She seemed to enjoy her job, or at least tolerated it with a smile. I always enjoyed looking at her beautiful body; it was very athletic and toned. He nice round large breasts, I almost couldn’t control myself as I would dream of new ways to torture them. In fact, many times that was my reason for leaving the small pub.

Amber’s Misfortune2

Mon, 22 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Amber’s Misfortune, My Gain - Part 2 by Gagged Utopia

I walked down the stairs to the basement and could hear Amber squirming around, letting out a soft moan every once in a while. She seemed to be enjoying her little friend very much. The vibrator that I used was very lifelike in texture and feel, very close to my manhood that is. It was time for me to have some fun, so I walked up to her, pulled it out, and replaced it with my own cock. “I figured you would want the real thing for a change.” I said. She tried to thrash around, which was only making it better for me as I pumped away. After a few minutes, her resistance to me seemed to diminish a bit and was having a harder and harder time resisting the pleasure she was feeling.

Amber’s Misfortune3

Mon, 22 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Amber’s Misfortune, My Gain - Part 3 by Gagged Utopia

A few hours have passed and Amber starts to come to. It doesn’t take long before she realizes that she is hanging by her arms from the ceiling and her legs are chained to the floor. A state of confusion rushes over her, as she is sure that she is dead, but why would she still be chained? She comes to the realization that she is still very much alive and that she is still my prisoner.

Penance for Gromet

Mon, 08 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Penance for Gromet by Jan Penance for Gromet

My name is Jan and I have just recently been introduced into a life of BDSM. After my indoctrination my Husband (Master) instructed me to type up my experiences (A Slave in the Making) and submit them to Gromet’s site for all to read. I did as instructed and Mr Gromet was nice enough to post my story. Unfortunately shortly after I sent it I mistakenly screwed up my E-Mail account and had to ask Mr Gromet to change my address on my story to my new one. My Master was very upset with me for having to trouble Mr Gromet and informed me that I was to be severely punished for my stupidity.

Field Survey

Sun, 16 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Field Survey)_

Part Three

A guardsman pulled Sonji from the auction platform and dressed her in her smock. He took her to a table where the warrior who now owned her was paying money to a clerk. The warrior hardly looked at his purchase; he grabbed her arm and led her into a small room, where another warrior was standing next to a large barrel. They picked Sonji up and stood her in the barrel, forced her to crouch down, and fastened the lid. The barrel was put on a hand truck and rolled outside and down the street.

Foreclosure 3

Mon, 03 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Foreclosure 2)

8 8 Foreclosure by Zack

Part Three

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.

It was just after 5 a.m., and Sharon was supine on her cot. She was wearing her usual night-time attire of tee shirt, sweatsuit, white socks, leg irons, and belly chains. She was covered by three blankets and shivering violently. The chains interfered with her circulation just enough that her hands and feet were icy. The outside temperature had dropped way below zero and it wasn’t much warmer inside the jail.

Monkey Business

Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Janet looked out of the windshield as the Cessna 172 approached the airstrip carved out of the jungle that covered most of the tropical island. She could see the buildings that housed the world-famous Simian Institute and felt a combination of exhilaration and fear. Exhilaration that she, a lowly junior pre-veterinary student, had been selected as a student intern, and fear that she wouldn’t be up to the task.

Taking Jenny

Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

PROLOG: Tell me a story

Jenny lay back against the bed’s wooden footboard. I’d decided to keep the leather body harness on her – while technically unbound, the straps were tight and were easily embedded in her soft skin. I reached over and poured her another brandy, but I could tell by her eyes that she was close to stepping into sleepy land. We’d been fucking each other for going on six hours straight, me on top slapping her wonderful ass with the leather flogger, her tightening ropes that held me spread-eagled to the bed. This girl could think up the most horrid things to do to the male body whether she really followed through or not – in Jenny’s world, when you’re tied you’re just a product to be dealt with.

Arrested

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

His hands almost shook when he read the letter. The letterhead was that of the Sheriff’s office and he was the addressee.

It indicated that a warrant had been sworn out for his arrest and he was to report to the Sheriff’s office within 3 days to turn himself in to face the charges or a warrant would be issued for his arrest and he would face charges that could result in two year sentence in jail. The letter indicated he should report to officer Kelly Andersson.

Banker's Hours

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

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.

Binding Connection

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

Patrick stuck the taser to Dee Dee, the oldest of the three in the backseat. She flopped while her sister Cheryl screamed and pawed at Patrick. Cheryl tried to open the door on her side. They already had told them the door was broke, jammed in place. On the other side Robin tried to get out, but her door was up against the wall of the abandoned gas station Billy had pulled into.

Community Service

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

* Community Service by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002. All rights reserved. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All of the characters and organizations are imaginary, and any similarity of names to those of real persons or organizations is coincidental.

Community Service by Zack

Mary was anxious as she entered the big Southwind department store in suburban Seattle. She stopped and looked around as she reviewed what she had planned. She had never done anything like it before, but she needed the money. She approached the counter that displayed expensive watches.

Field Survey

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

Part One

The Amalgamation Survey Ship Interloper moved in a synchronous orbit above the only landmass on the third planet of star P314159264. Three young women entered the Captain’s office, and one said, “Junior Lieutenant Erig and Ensigns Mahoon and Regan reporting as ordered, Captain.”

Captain Goda returned their salute. “At ease, ladies. I’ve summoned you because we have an important field survey pending, and since that unfortunate incident on the holodeck last night we’re now short-handed. I need three field surveyors and you are the only ones that have the necessary characteristics. I really dislike sending you out on such short notice but I have no choice. The ship has other commitments and we cannot remain here beyond our original departure date. Fortunately, this survey isn’t difficult or dangerous. I’ll give you a summary of what you’ll be doing, and if you need more details you can get them later from the net.”

Field Survey

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

(story continues from Field Survey)_

Part Two

A wagon pulled by two oxen entered Prison Farm Number Four. Two keepers in tan dresses sat on the seat and the back was filled with sacks of seed grain. Sonji sat on top of the sacks. She still wore the straps that the guardsman had put on her back at the jail, and a rope was tied around her neck with the free end held by one of the keepers. It was bothering Sonji to have her hands immobilized for so long, but she didn’t have any of the pain that she had experienced in Hodg’s wagon.

Foreclosure

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

8 8 Foreclosure by Zack

Part One

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 most junior member of the Northern Empire Bank’s legal department was sitting in his climate-controlled office and sweating like a pig. He picked up his phone, put it down, and then picked it up again and reluctantly punched in a number that had nothing but bad memories for him.

Foreclosure 2

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

(story continues from Foreclosure)

8 8 Foreclosure by Zack

Part Two

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 next morning Sharon woke up early from a restless sleep. She struggled to get up from the cot, but all she succeeded in doing was dislodging the blanket, and then she was cold as well as stiff. The gag wasn’t so big that her jaw was more than uncomfortable, but the corners of her mouth really hurt from the pressure of the tight strap, and she had drooled enough to soak the mattress under her head.

The Gold Mine

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

(story continues from The Gold Mine)_

story

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. ————————————————————- Chapter Three

Sarah remained on her stomach and tried not to move, and eventually the pain started to ebb. It was a struggle, but she was able to remove her boots and crawl into the sleeping bag, and eventually she managed to sleep.

The Gold Mine

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

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Sarah never thought that her devotion to the Earth might cause her death. She was in the mountains of southern Colorado where, she passionately believed, the land had been ravaged by man’s greed for gold. She and her fellow members of the Sequoia Club had decided to put a stop to the plundering of Nature. Sarah was on a solo scouting trip to determine the worst offenders; then she and her friends in the club would bring the ravagers to justice. She had left her home in Albuquerque and driven to a trailhead north of Pagosa Springs, and after a few uneventful days on the trail she reached this mine, the first of many on her list.

The Gold Mine

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

(story continues from The Gold Mine)_

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Sarah wasn’t feeling so forgiving after she had been confined in the dark for several more days. The boredom was excruciating. Desperate for something to do, she found that she could generate static electricity by rubbing the nylon cover on her sleeping bag, and she watched the sparks for hours at a time. It was the only light she had.

The Leather Twins

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

This is a work of fiction. The author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual. 8 The Leather Twins by Anne Gray Copyright: Anne Gray, November 2002 Chapter 1 – The First of the Set!

I was waiting in the car outside the entrance to the mall just after 9:00 p.m. for Karen to do her part in our new adventure. She timed it perfectly and was behind Susan as she pushed through the doors and fiddled with her umbrella.