Kidnapping

Author's Note: : This is my third story. I have kept past feedback in mind while writing this story. Please don’t forget to rate or write a quick review to help me improve, I really do take it into consideration for future stories and I enjoy hearing what you guys like and dislike. Enjoy the story! -Ashley Chapter 1 Her beautiful, long blonde hair was plastered over her forehead, slightly obscuring the ring gag that was keeping her silent. Her arms grew tired and her nipples became increasingly numb with each passing minute. She struggled to bring her arms down from over her head but it was no use, the chains connecting her handcuffs to the roof were far to secure for even a body builder, let alone a pampered, 18 year old California girl. She could tell he was watching and waiting for his moment to catch her off guard with a painful smack of his leather riding crop. She cried again at the thought of never seeing her parents or her boyfriend again. Right when she became flooded with emotion, the stranger gave a solid smack causing her to scream through her gag. She quickly looked around for the man but he had disappeared behind her once again. ...

Author's Note: This was a fun write! Hope you enjoy it! I’ve only been in the drawer under the bed for about three weeks now, but I’ve learned quite a bit about my owner. (We ’toys’ do talk when we’re not in use, you know!) Homemade 6 inch whip (dowel, screw eye, shoelaces), has relatives; 15- and 27-inch whips. Ankle and wrist cuffs were the first ones made. (The stories THEY can tell!) I’m a set of nipple clamps, one of two here. It’s the day after and the talk ‘round the drawer has been about what we did yesterday! ...

Author's Note: This is my very first story, so forgive me if there are flaws in my writing, Thank you, and enjoy. Chapter 1 The girls pleaded with me, however they were trying to accomplish that. I really wasn’t paying attention. I wondered in the back of my mind how many I have treated like this. I had lost count. The girls I captured and trained became nothing more than faces that needed to be disciplined before the next auction. Hell, I hadn’t even remembered how I had started this business. ...

As Lucy came to, her mind struggled to make sense of the room she was in. She could see an ornate ceiling; complete with bas reliefs, which seemed to be engaging in some pretty unusual acts. There should be gleaming white tiles and recessed lighting she thought, not this. A polite cough drew her attention from the ceiling to the couple standing by her side. He was dressed in a sharp business suit, and she was dressed in a tight t-shirt and figure hugging jeans. Definitely not the doctor and nurse she had been expecting. ...

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. ...

I’m John, a highly successful investment banker. I’m working for a big investment organization in London and my job requires traveling quite often to our offices around the world. I’m a frequent flyer and, of course, my position allows me to travel business class. My marriage has not gone well. I know I was not faithful with my wife and kid, but in my position you just have to many opportunities. Short after I started dating my wife Kathy, I started to have sex with prostitutes, co-workers, and who ever was wearing a skirt. Thanks to my lawyers, I succeeded during the divorce and had only to pay the minimum for my wife Kathy and my daughter Linda. ...

Author's Note: This one became more of a nightmare situation than originally planned….. Still a fun story though. Part 1 Well I’m off too the Carnival that came into town everybody is talking about. I arrive and get a bunch of tickets to ride all the rides even double if I want. As I pay for the tickets the ticket person looks at me up and down and smiles a little, I don’t know why, as she hands me the ticket and asks for my wrist. I stick my arm threw the window and she places this pink armband on me. I ask what it is for and she tells me since I bought so many tickets I get too ride the “Real Ride” at the back of the park which opens 5 minutes before the rest of the rides close. I thought wow cool a free ride. This was like most carnivals some OK rides and some really cool ones. Unfortunately no coasters where too be found… Every time I got to a ride the girl at the gate wood look at me then smile, I wondered if they were smiling at everybody or me. ...

Author's Note: Hello! I’m known for my illustrations in deviantArt and tumblr, but now I wanted to take a dive in the world of writing. I’m hoping it’ll entertain you all and it is not full of mistakes and typos. 1. Tomas had started an e-mail relationship with a Ukranian girl. Lena had registered in to a fetish forum and Tomas saw her pictures in there. They shared their thoughts about bondage and life. She was submissive, he was dominant. Everything seemed to be in order. Tomas really liked her face and hair, but her body was a bondage enthusiasts dream. Light and flexible. “So much to do, hope she’ll agree when…” Tomas thought. She was going to come to Belgium to meet him, perhaps start a life with him. ...

Part I Flying is just not fun. The security lines, the delays due to weather/crew/the airlines just hating you and wanting to screw up your day even more. It’s just not fun. And sadly, I do way too damned much of it. I own my own company (web-based merchant), and it seems like I’m always on the road for a meeting, to check out a new supplier, to try to find a bank that understands that I’m not going to put myself out of business meeting their credit terms. So over the past 5 years, I’ve racked up better than 100K miles in the air each and every year. ...

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves as two white ghosts moved slowly along the dark road. A pirate, a skeleton and a witch approached from the other direction on the opposite side of the road walking at a brisker pace. All except the tall ghost were carrying plastic containers. That carried by the short ghost was in the shape and color of a ripe pumpkin. It was Halloween and they were all out trick-or-treating, going door-to-door demanding candy. The two ghosts were a man and a girl, but not father and daughter as one might suppose, rather they were master and slave. ...