Her light pale blue eyes pleaded, while her bound body tingled with anticipation. Drool trickled out from under the leather hood and flowed slowly down her neck onto her small shapely blue/green breasts. They glistened in the soft glimmer of the white Christmas lights decorating the wheel to which she was bound. The reflection of the lights danced off of the tinsel that covered the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room she was in. ...
Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest Visit our contest sponsor, Quality Control She knew torture would be inevitable when she received her license to kill. So, she faithfully endured the intense mental and physical torment to prepare herself for the worse. But, even the long rigorous months of training could not prepare C.O.N.T.R.O.L. Agent 0038DD, Sheri Stonewall, for the devious torments of Dr. Emila Sinstra. Agent 0038DD lay naked with her arms spread above her head and her legs pulled wide apart. The leather cuffs, buckled tightly around her wrists and ankles, were bolted to the cherry wood floor. Her firm round ass lay atop of a 4-inch-thick stainless steel pressure plate. ...
Author's Note: : This story is the sequel to Tammy’s Valentine Bind. To get an insight into the characters you may wish to read it prior to this one. Chapter One Tammy Lynette Dufrane stared at her laptop screen. The vivid images sent a chill down her back and a unsettling warmth between her legs. She recognized the people on the screen. James VanNorkin, the bald, mustachioed man beneath the black beret, and his two evil henchwomen, Nora and Gina, were being very deliberate and methodical as they skillfully laced a black leather body sheath over the body of the voluptuous redhead. Tammy not only recognized her, but, also had an intimate knowledge of her. ...
Tammy Lynette Dufrane sat frozen at her desk. She blankly stared at the 9-inch view screen on the portable DVD player in front of her. It had mysteriously appeared on her desk while she and her secretary had been called to the conference room for the daily morning powwow. No explanation of who it was from, just a card with the words ‘FOR YOUR EYES ONLY’ slid under the white bow and ribbon that decorated the heart shaped bright red box it came in. Two layers of her favorite caramel filled chocolates surrounded the player and filled the rest of the 2-inch deep box. ...
AUTHORS NOTE: I wish to thank Anne Gray for her permission to use and refer to some of her wonderful stories in writing this, as well as allowing me post it. I offer my heartfelt thanks from the readers she has entertained with all the stories she has written, and, I beg her to continue to entertain and delight us with more adventures. I need a good cry, so I pull the car over to the side of the interstate. ...
GAMBLING: 1. To play games of chance for money, etc. 2. To take a risk for some advantage 3. An undertaking involving risk. Faye glanced into the mirror as she closed the last eye hook on her bright red silk and satin corset. Nimbly, she reached behind her back and drew the bottom corset laces tight, thinning her 26-inch waist to a svelte 24. Then, with a bit of additional effort, she pulled the top laces, drawing the eyelets nearly together. The underwire cup supports shaped her 40-inch triple D bosom into 2 massive mounds of flesh. ...
Chapter 1 The combined efforts of Tri-Lambda and Omega-Mu fraternity and sorority houses had defeated and embarrassed their counterparts of Alpha Beta and Pi-Delta-Pi houses on many occasions. The natural enmity between the Adams College houses went further than jocks/cheerleaders and geeks/nerds. It grew into a feud that rivaled the Hatfields and McCoys. Therefore, when Spectral Enterprises Incorporated announced a contest between all the houses for a $50,000 prize for the most unique and imaginative Halloween display, the feud escalated to new heights. ...
Movement in the mirror grabbed her attention as she brushed her long blonde mane. She thought she had seen some just moments earlier, but, wasn’t sure if it had been that last glass of eggnog or not. She spun the brush handle in her hand. Holding it like a tennis racket, she twisted and turned her voluptuous body and swung her arm in a backhand motion. Connecting with a green and white cone shaped hat, she watched it fly across the room, landing by the door. ...