Prisoner on Gromet's Plaza Archive

We Always Get One

Tue, 18 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000

We always get one you know. This one stood at the back of the room looking across at me and had that distant look on her face. I meant to say that she was different from the others on the tour. But they always had the same sort of look. The place was atmospheric I agree; but you have to wonder.

The tour started at the reception. The big steel door closed with a loud echoing bang. The heels of their shoes clicked and snicked as they walked on the tiled floor to the first cell block. I began my patter surveying the crowd. This one was middle-aged and very attractive, on her own, and standing at the back.

Visit to a Neighbour 4

Sun, 09 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Visit to a Neighbour 3)

Visit to a Neighbour 4.

It was late afternoon on a cloudy Autumn afternoon and a car was travelling westward to a cottage in the western mountains. In it were two people we already know.

One was Alice. Early forties, trim figure, firm athletic build with a square, pleasant face and short fair hair. She was long divorced. The other was Henry Carey. A little older than his companion, he was slightly taller, thin and with hair just starting to grey. He was quiet, somewhat shy and, until he had met the woman beside him, had not always been at ease with women. That had now changed.

Three Ladies Kidnapped

Mon, 15 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

It was late afternoon of a wet day on a short residential street in a remote mountain suburb of a sprawling city.

Irene Drake was getting ready to go out on a short visit. She was a thin, healthy woman in her late thirties, recently widowed after a short but otherwise happy marriage. She had a narrow face, framed with short dark hair and was generally thought to be a pleasant person. By occupation she was a part time librarian in the local council library and had lived alone in a small neat cottage in this quiet street ever since the death of her husband.

Rubber Robin

Mon, 03 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000

There was a new villain plaguing Gotham City, a prankster called Sissyboy. People assumed that he was a protegé of the Joker, because whenever one of his pranks distracted people, the Joker and his henchclowns took advantage of the confusion to pull off one of their capers. It seemed as if Sissyboy could work a strange kind of magic. On one occasion the poles holding streetlights turned to rubber and sagged into the street, blocking traffic. On another occasion the walls of the shower rooms at the Gotham City Country Club turned to the clearest of glass. And during the consequent disruptions the Joker and his crew, cleverly disguised as ordinary people, performed a little magic of their own by making money and jewelry disappear.

Beta 3: Belladonna Sciori

Tue, 28 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Beta 2: Spencer)

Part 3: Belladonna Sciori

“What you’re proposing is treason, don’t you realize that?”

Seated to one side of the large table, Bella watched quietly as Spencer considered his reply. As she waited for him to speak, she thought about the path that had brought them here.

They had spent, altogether, five days at Spencer’s cabin, resting and preparing themselves for the first step in his grand plan. After leaving, they had spent the next month and a half moving from town to town within the province. At each town, Spencer had spoken with the leaders, directing each to meet here.

The Kitten Sisters Blow Up Dick Tracy

Fri, 27 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000

How can someone become an inflated slavedoll for a plastic witch? What could compel a man to put on a girl’s plastic shower cap in order to become an inflated plastic punching bag bouncing gaily for his captors? Someone found out.

Inga Yelma was missing. That fact in itself would not have drawn Dick Tracy’s interest. But there were hints that something more sinister was at play.

The information had come from Joe Cullun, crime reporter for the City Press. He had been making the report to Officer Lizz Worthington, saying that Miss Yelma had contacted him, saying that she had a horrifying story for him. “She said that she was scheduled to compete in the Women’s Ski-Jumping Championship Meet at Indian Head,” he said, “and that she wanted to meet me the next day to give me the scoop. It sounded like she was about to tell me more, but then I heard her say ‘Oh!”, as if she had been startled, and she hung up. And she never showed up for the meeting."

The Wrong Room

Mon, 09 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Jess was waiting in the darkness for the owner of the house to leave. She was wearing all black and was standing behind a wall of trees and brushes. Jess had everything she needed to break into the home. She knew the owner was going out tonight and would be gone for a number of hours. It that time, she could break in and take whatever she could. Unless it was nailed down, it would be going with her. Jess was a good thief and had already robbed a couple of homes in the area. The lights started going out one by one as the owner got ready to leave. He left through the front door and locked it behind him. He double checked it and walked off into the night. Jess watched him walk away from his house and left his home isolated. It was a easy target as she waited a few more minutes in case he come back. Once Jess was happy it was all clear. She headed for the back door. Jess quickly picked the lock and disabled the alarm. She was in. Jess soon find a roll of money and a gold watch it was a good start. She was looking for small items first as she walked around the house. A macbook pro laptop and a go pro camera soon find themselves in her swag bag. The house was huge and looking in each and every room was taking time. She found some silver rings in a bedroom and was starting to think about how long she had left.

Mistaken Identity

Sun, 17 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Clara hated this city. It was small, it always rained and the food was just awful. But the thing that she really hated were the incompetent morons who ran this city’s branch of Calicent. Calicent, one the the worlds leading business to business sales company’s. Numbers were seriously down and Clara was dispatched to sort things out. Clara was a very attractive blonde. A tight fitting pencil skirt. Her toned legs were enhanced by her high heeled shoes. A tight fitting blouse covered her torso. A bright, red jacket finished her outfit

Operation Rubberdoll

Fri, 14 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000

“Bond. Jane Bond,” the pretty young woman said when the attendant asked her name. She wore her flaming red hair in a thick shag style and wore a plain white dress, visible through the transparent-blue plastic of her raincoat. She had pulled apart the magnetic patches, blue thumbnail-discs of magnetized rubber, so that the raincoat hung open. Her sensuous lips and bright blue eyes were definitely a distraction to the people around her, as she intended.

A Deal With The Devil

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

It was Halloween eve, and once again I was alone. The last year had been as terrible for me as the performer I was about to see, and the ticket for the Vegas show I was preparing to watch a bargain at fifty bucks. A ticket so cheap to see the woman on stage perform with just a few members of her band was almost too good to be true, the only catch was to come in costume to claim the table in this cozy venue. Not exactly a hardship for me, and if I caught her eye and she gave me a smile I would be in heaven.

The Trouble with Pantyhose

Mon, 25 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

In Her Lair: The Gorgeous Giantess & Her Plaything

The cloudy, cold Thursday morning came far too soon for me; I was rudely awakened from my dreams when Gina shook me out of the boot where she kept me for safekeeping. It was a tall, glossy thick black lacquered rubber rain boot, placed on an upper shelf in her closet, which effectively discouraged me from trying to tip the boot over & escape (the fall would kill me, I reasoned logically). And so I adapted during the last few months as her prisoner, getting almost used to the acrid scent of rubber, glue, & Gina’s foot odor which I endured for endless hours while she worked, partied, or just forgot about me. In all fairness, at least she fed me some leftovers from her plate, provided water, & allowed me the use of a miniature commode & tub twice daily, morning & night.

An Unexpected Discovery

Tue, 03 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

As soon as I walked into the restaurant, I was glad I had made an effort. Part of me had said that it wasn’t a date, I was just meeting another woman, so there was no need to take too much trouble over my appearance. But when I saw how stunning she was, I was glad I wouldn’t be sitting there feeling like a plain Jane the whole evening. Somehow she knew me as soon as I walked in and beckoned me over. She had chosen a quiet table in the corner, away from the others.

Anne Takes Charge

Sat, 10 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

This story would not have been possible without the inspiration I received after reading “An Unexpected Discovery” Submitted by: Anne. 03/28/10 on the Altairboy webside. It would be helpful if you read that part first. Finally, I would like to thank that author for a truly creative story line.

Natasha drove us to my third floor walk-up apartment where I picked up enough things for two or three days. Told the landlord that I would be leaving at the end of the month.

Watery Snack

Sun, 18 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000

“Wake up ladies! Rise and shine! It’s the big day!” Nicholas was already wide awake, staring at the ceiling, his eyes red and bloodshot. He heard the guards, but didn’t move. He didn’t want to go anywhere for that matter, but he had no say in the matter. Not that he would be listened too, anyway. “Up and at ’em. You’re out of here in half an hour” “This early?” A prisoner from the next cell said. “Yep. What did you expect? A sunrise serenade? Nope, you all get the midnight shift. Now get moving!” Nicholas heard his cell mate start to whimper, no doubt trying to hold back tears. He would have cried too, but he was just too frightened at the moment. He had spent much of the past few hours crying, and he had nothing left. “Nicholas! Up and at ’em. Don’t want to get marked for discipline problems now, would you? It wouldn’t look good on your record.” “At this point, I really don’t care,” Nicholas said softly. “Well, we have a schedule to keep. So get moving.” He could have stayed on his bed and not moved. Eventually, they’d call in the riot guards, who would drag him out of the cell. But now, he didn’t want that. He wanted things to go with dignity, if that were even possible. Sitting up on the cot, he looked around the cell, took stock of what few minuscule possessions he had. As far as he knew, every one of them had a new owner in mind. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about that. The transport bus arrived ten minutes later, at which point Nicholas and his fellow cell mates were shackled, marched outside, and onto the bus, which began it’s night time ride. Nicholas looked out the windows as they drove, wishing he could at least see the sun one more time. But it wasn’t gong to happen. The bus drove for about an hour, giving every man and woman on board enough time to think and contemplate their fate. Most were quiet, either too stunned, or resigned to their fate. A few were crying. A few more were no doubt trying to plan some daring, last minute escape. But Nicholas stayed near the window, looking out at the countryside, watching as it went past, the trees illuminated by the full moon. “Nervous?” He looked over at the woman next to him. Ann, he thought that was her name. “Of course I am.” “Good. Glad to know I’m not the only one.” Ann gave a nervous chuckle. “it’s like, what? Ten minutes to go?” “Don’t know. Never been down this route before.” There was an awkward silence between the two. “Do you think it’ll hurt?” “A little, yeah. Don’t know how much though.” Ann was quiet, but her lips trembled. The bus turned off the main road, went down a small dirt trail. It was a rough, bumpy ride. A few were hoping that the bus would spill onto it’s side, or otherwise be temporarily sidetracked, but their hopes were dashed as it continued onward, finally clearing the forest and arriving at their final destination…a large, deep water beach. Nicholas stared at the water as he was unbolted from his seat, then led outside with the others. There were numerous armed guards on the beach, watching the prisoners closely. As he was marched, Nicholas felt the wet sand underneath his standard issue sneakers. There was a high tide tonight…which was exactly what the state had waited for. They came to a stop. The prisoners were lined up, one by one, as the warden walked in front of them, holding an official proclamation. “All right dirt bags,” he said. “Because of the nature of all your crimes, the state has decided that it’s not worth keeping you alive and locked in a cell for the rest of your lives. Thanks to the budget cuts, we’ve had to find other ways to get rid of society’s filth, and this is where it is. You all are about to become fish food.” Ann gulped next to Nicholas, trying not to burst out in tears. “Here, you will serve another purpose…becoming food for nature’s most noble sea animals.” As if on cue, several giant fins appeared in the water, heading straight towards the beach. They were too large to be the fins of sharks though…Nicholas watched, wondering what these things were. Giant forms leapt from the water, landing on the beach. And all the inmates gasped. A whole pod of Killer whales lay on shore. Enormous in size, each one was roughly the size of a moving van, it’s body swollen and huge, built of pure muscle, and each was heavy enough to crush a car, should they ever be dropped on one. “Say hello to your dinner guests,” the warden said with a smile. “The secret whales of project deep Six, the navy’s trials to train capable aquatic life to guard or shores against terrorists and would be illegal immigrants. These beauties are specially trained to swallow intruders, who then end up as their meals.” He smiled. “Tonight, it’s your turn. They haven’t eaten in a while.” Three guards came up to each prisoner. They were stripped naked, jumpsuits being gathered in a pile. “Half of you are going to go in your birthday suits. The rest of you are going to be suited up, to give these beauties practice at swallowing something slick and greasy.” Half of the naked prisoners were dragged forward, at which point, under armed guard, they were slathered with lard and lube, making their bodies shine under the moonlight. Then, with the guards keeping their weapons pointed, they were forced to the whales. Nicholas watched in horror as each inmate was forced up to one of the whales, at which point the beasts lunged forward and grabbed them. One it took hold, it shook and flapped until the helpless inmate was in place, then began to gulp them down whole, never biting or chewing, until frantically kicking feet, or thrashing hands vanished down the dark mouths, vanishing from sight. It was fast. In less then five minutes, all the naked inmates were gobbled up. “Suit the rest of them up,” the warden said. The three guards attending Nicholas brought forth a black rubber suit. “Put it on.” Nicholas had no choice. Being under the gaze of the tasers and stun guns, he had no chance to escape. They weren’t going to kill him if he tried. They would just disable him, then feed him to the whales anyway. He slipped into the suit. It was a very tight fit, with the rubber squeaking as it went over his skin. When it was on, he was then ordered to put on a pair of gloves, followed by rubber socks with sleeves for each of his toes. The very last thing put onto him was a thick, eyeless neoprene hood, which completely blinded him, and was then locked into place. Blinded, unable to see or feel where he was going, Nicholas struggled as he was held in place, the lube and lard being poured onto his suit, making him shine like the naked inmates. He wondered how Ann was doing, and how she was going to meet her end. Would she go struggling mightily, or face it with quiet dignity? From the faint screams he heard, she was going with a struggle. Nicholas and the other prisoners, with their bodies now slick and slimy, were grabbed and forced down the beach towards their hungry hosts. Blind, each could only put one step in front of another as they were mercilessly pushed and prodded. Then they reached the very edge of the water, and the guards shoved them. And like before, it was quick. The whales sprung forward, grabbed onto an inmate, maneuvered them into position, then gobbled them up, suits and all. Ann, as Nicholas suspected, went fighting and screaming, kicking as she was pulled into the gut of a whale feet first, her hands frantically grabbing onto it’s teeth, trying to hold in, even when her head and shoulders were already in it’s throat. But she couldn’t resist the relentless pull of the whale, and she was finally sucked in and gobbled up, her screams vanishing. Eventually, only Nicholas was left. He didn’t know this, but from the silence around him, he figured that the others had already been eaten. He could hear the breathing of the giant whale in front of him, and knew he was next. But unlike the others, Nicholas was tall and proud. Raised to become a don in his father’s crime family, he was taught to always be proud and noble, no matter what happened. And although he would never become who he had been raised to be, he would now go to his end, noble and proud. Shrugging his captors off, he walked down the surf towards the waiting whale, which watched him with interest. Normally it had to lunge forward to grab it’s prey, but this one was coming towards it, almost willingly, it seemed. Still blind, Nicholas reached out, until his hands landed on the orcas’s snout. Feeling around, he felt the mouth as it opened wide to greet him. Moving quickly, before the fear could get to him, he knelt, felt around the whale’s mouth, and then began to crawl inside, spinning over as he went. He felt the heat quickly grow as the giant tongue slid across his back, tasting the lubricant and the suit, but also the faint aromas of human flesh from beneath the rubber. It pulled him deeper in, until his head was pressed through a tight opening, and into a passage that was slick and slimy. From outside the orca, the guards watched as Nichoals’s body was gulped deeper and deeper into the orcas’s mouth. His legs were soon the only things showing, and his feet were kicking, as if he was having second thoughts about going willingly. But a few more gulps, and then only his feet were showing, and they had now gone still, even as the tongue reached up and curled around them, finally pulling them inside, the mouth snapping shut, as Nicholas was gobbled up. With their meals swallowed, the orcas began to shuffle their way off the beach, back into the water, where they turned around and swam out to sea, letting their stomachs go to work.

Poetic Justice

Sat, 18 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000

“A prisoner transfer?” Officer Rebecca Stillwater was shocked. “I’ve never done a transfer before. Not solo, anyway.”

“Oh, I know that,” replied Captain Giles. “But I think you can handle it. Besides, this prisoner is one I know you’ll take special care to deliver.” With a smile, he handed Rebecca a thick file. Printed atop the front was the name Jennifer Stark.

At the sight of the name, Rebecca smiled. Stark had been her toughest arrest yet. A burglar who didn’t mind having some fun with anyone unfortunate enough to be present when she broke into a home. Assuming, that is, that the unlucky one was a woman. At the time of her arrest, it was figured she’d robbed 32 homes and raped 17 women.

Prison Bound

Mon, 15 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Prison Bound by sin_dy Prison Bound by sin_dy It is half past midnight and I am laying here wide awake. Thoughts of bondage drift in and out of my mind. We finished the “Barn Project” last week and I keep wondering when he will lock me up.

Let me explain. I am married to a great guy, that as luck would have it, is also a city cop, a policeman. He took to my bondage craving the very day I revealed my need for the total loss of control and the great feeling to be trussed up and your partner can do anything to you he or she wants. I opened my soul to him and ever since we both have enjoyed bondage to the fullest. It probably is the ultimate in foreplay.

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.

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.

Submission in South America

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

Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005

Catherine Parker is employed by a leading English newspaper, working as a journalist for special features. Based in London for the last few years she has come up through the ranks to become a valued member of her team, and regularly is given international assignments on behalf of the paper.

She is 5 foot 4, 28 years old,38 D-21 -36, pretty with long blonde hair, always admired by her male fellow worker’s. but never romances in the office, nicknamed by many around the office as the pocket rocket.