Kidnapping

Author's Note: This story will be darker than my previous stories, but everything will work out in the end. And if you wonder what modern BDSM items are doing in a story with a medieval setting, don’t. Just relax and enjoy the hotness of it. Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time Princess Serena sighed as she stood after mopping the castle steps. She wiped the sweat off her brow and went to the pond to wash off her face and hands. The face looking back at her was covered with dirt and sweat. When she’d wiped it off, she saw skin as white as snow and lips as red as blood, highlighted by hair as black as night (even though it needed washing). ...

Author's Note: Pearl Dean, daughter of the British ambassador to Germany, dreams of experiencing the adventures enjoyed by the heroines she sees on the silver screen. (At this point, the knowing and compassionate reader might caution a well brought up young lady to beware what she wishes for incase, one day, her dreams might come true) This is romantic adventure in the old-fashioned sense, set mostly in ’the dark continent’ of Africa in the 1930s. I’d like to compare it to H Rider Haggard but it’s probably more Indiana Jones only with more bondage. In comparison to many of my stories, it gets off to a slow start (a ‘slow burn’ is the expression used by another author) but I hope it subsequently delivers. If you want hot bondage and kink in almost every scene then you’re probably better reading ‘Kawaii’ or ‘The Circus’, however, I hope you’ll find this one worth engaging with. ...

Claire was a sight to behold. Bright blue eyes radiated from her tan face, framed by honey-blonde hair that went past her shoulders. Her shoulders were bare, as were most of her bosom and her entire back. A flimsy layer of shiny, silk-like material seemed to cover her nipples, seemingly floating along just in front of them. It hid little; just enough to be tantalizing. The slinky, shiny material seemed to cling to the underside of her boobs and flow down her front, often sticking to her toned belly. A belly chain sat just on top of her hips, circling the outside of the silky fabric as it flowed down past her hips. Below the waist, Claire wore a flirty skirt that seemed on the virge of riding up in front, and showed tiny glimpses of her amazing ass in the back. Starting just a couple inches below that, her stiff black boots ran down to her feet, perfectly molding her thighs, calves, ankles, and feet into the sexiest shape possible. They were so stiff that she couldn’t bend her ankles or knees, and this caused her to sway her hips more and take more steps, swinging her lovely chest and beautiful ass that much more. ...

I approached the adult store with my girlfriend’s words ringing in my head, “Pick me up something for me to play with when your not here, and don’t be embarrassed, everyone visits these store”. I had been with Jenny for a few months now and she certainly wasn’t like any other girls I had been with before; confident, self assured and extremely sexual. She had taught me a thing or three!! Little did I know this shopping trip would be another part of my education. ...

Author's Note: Please note that this story is pure fiction, not even considering the following fictional characters separate stories. The characters featured in this fan-fiction rights belong to their respected owners (Marvel & Eidos) I do not own these rights. Also, I would like to thanks Cropsncuffs for allowing me to use his story as a inspiration-source. Part I “It must be here, It can’t be anywhere else” Catwoman thought as she jumped off the fence surrounding the Croft Manor. “I’ve checked all the museums she normally donates to, but none of them have it!” ...

Author's Note: This is not fanfiction. Those references have been changed! All characters featured in this story are my own creations, even if this were fanfiction. I hope that everyone enjoys my story. Please leave me positive feedback, public or through email. Ensign Michelle Carter was as happy as she could be. She had just transferred to the VSS Serec, as the assistant counselor. With 212 crew members, she was busy more often than not, but she loved her work. Michelle had only been on board a few weeks, arriving just before the ship was sent to patrol the Romban/Alliance neutral zone. Now she was getting ready to go to bed. She closed down her computer terminal, climbed into bed and dimmed the lights. ...

Author's Note: Fictional story for entertainment only. Feedback is appreciated. Chapter 1 Jill was just a snob. Turned her nose up at men all the time, sure she looked good, and maybe she looked better than most, but that did not give her the right to be so high on herself. From the first time I met her I knew I would want to mess with her. Sure I wanted to fuck her, but that would not happen naturally. So I thought, it would just have to happen a different way. One day, she will be begging me, to fuck her, I would muse. ...

A weekend afternoon, I was slightly hung over and wanted to sit and veg watching TV. The doorbell was the last damn thing I wanted to hear. I thought about asking whoever it was to simply go away. But then I saw her through the window. Tall, taller than me, brunette with an unreal body, like something out of a comic book, I had rarely seen a woman this lusty. She was wearing a skin tight lycra sports suit, it made her body hum. She held in her right hand a large bag with some kind of company logo on it. ...

Author's Note: Deep in the heart of rural Suffolk sits a secluded mansion house; the subject of numerous rumours and tales of strange goings-on. Into this environment, three women are drawn. They have never met, but their paths are destined to converge, and their lives become inextricably entangled with…The Secrets of Shackleton Grange…. Chapter 1 - Cathy The Cat Burglar Cathy scaled the perimeter wall and momentarily sat atop the high brick structure. Her eyes swiftly scanned the landscape in front of her; no trace of guard dogs roaming the overgrown lawns, no sign of security personnel or movement sensitive lighting. In fact, aside from the wall and the securely locked wrought iron gates, there was very little sign of there being any preventative measures having been put in place to deter trespassers from getting into the grounds. Her gaze drifted further afield, towards the mansion house about one hundred yards in front of her. The rambling old building, with its Tudor architecture, had seen better days, but was still quite impressive, even when viewed in twilight. How many rooms were there? There must be at least a hundred, Cathy guessed, taking into account the towers that rose at each corner above the main body of the building. Although not visible from this angle, Cathy knew - having cased the joint carefully over the past few weeks - that the house was actually built in the shape of a U, with the two arms, or wings, creating a vast courtyard at the rear. Adjacent to this, a number of outhouses, including a stable block, had been added at a later date. Set in more than a hundred acres of mainly wooded countryside, deep in the heart of rural Suffolk and more than a mile from the nearest village, Shackleton Grange retained an air of mystery about it. At one time the rural retreat of an aristocrat or lord of the realm, the present owners kept themselves to themselves and were rarely seen, even by the local populace. In fact, no one really seemed to know who lived here. But whoever they were, they must be extremely rich, Cathy reasoned, to be able to have bought, and then maintain, such a vast estate. And it was this wealth that had acted as an incentive for her coming here tonight. ...

The three girls slowly approached the mummy. It was lying on its back on a table with its ankles locked in metal stocks. It was completely wrapped in white bandages except for a dark object sticking straight up. “Wow, is that a real penis?” the blonde asked. “Try it and see,” replied Candy. The blonde grasped the latex-covered penis, and the mummy moaned in response. She rubbed her hand up and down and the mummy arched it’s back and raised it’s pelvis. ...