Author's Note: Edit 5/29/16 Boy I really had to do some editing to this story, all my grammar was completely off. So here it is again. As requested since the first part was so well liked to The Van in 7A, here is the continuation. This second part was all my original story and the woman who had come up with the first part said she loved this too. That always makes me happy as a writer. ...
Author's Note: As requested since the first part was so well liked to The Van in 7A, here is the continuation. This second part was all my original story and the woman who had come up with the first part said she loved this too. That always makes me happy as a writer. For those who want to read the stories in order please check out the first part under my user profile here, it is called once again The Van in 7A. ...
Author's Note: This is my first completed story. Please feel free to criticize. I would love the feedback! My final class on Friday has just ended signifying the start of the weekend. It couldn’t be better timing either. I’m completely exhausted from the week of classes and lack of sleep caused by homework. I call you to let you know that I’m on my way home. You say you can’t wait but that you have to go because you are working on homework. It’s a complete lie. The second you hang up you go get three short pieces of rope. One you hide inside your pillowcase and the other two you hide underneath the bed. At this point I’m almost home and you know it. For the final touch you clean all your school supplies off the bed and remove your panties from underneath your black short shorts. You finish getting redressed just in time to hear me unlock the front door. When I walk in you are standing in the doorway to our bedroom wearing your black short shorts and a black tank top with a black lace bra underneath. At 5'8", 110 pounds, with reddish-brown hair and deliciously pale, white skin, you are the definition of sexy and you send my mind to all the wrong places. I take off my backpack and place it by the couch. ...
Foreword: this is the direct sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her. I’ve heavily editted the original story – especially the dialogue near the end which some readers found lacking. Chapter 1 - The Perfect Toy “Violet! I’m back.” I heard the hydraulics of the garage door closing as Master called out. The heavy downpour outside had masked the sound of his return until now. My feet scurried as fast as my precarious stiletto heels would allow. My neck chain jingled noisily as I made my way to the washing room hallway and the entrance from the garage. ...
Author's Note: If enough people show interest in the story and like it then I’ll continue it ;) Part 1 It was a Wednesday like any other, Sarah arose from a nice slumber and began getting ready for work, she had been doing the same thing day in and day out for the last 3 years. She’d gotten a job as an accountant working at her uncle’s company, it was decent enough pay to let Sarah fuel her fetish and still live comfortably, but she felt something was missing from the job. Sarah also liked to partake in her fetish on the weekends; she often liked to indulge herself (sometimes with one of her friends) in some bondage scenarios. She’d usually just do self-bondage and imagine a scene for herself such as damsel in distress, or the daughter of a millionaire who’d been kidnapped, but if a friend was around she’d let them ‘play’ too. ...
Author's Note: Please comment your thoughts. Why had this happened? And to her of all people! It was unimaginable, but if it wasn’t Alex then it would have been some other innocent teenage girl. She didn’t know why she was here or why the hell these people were testing on her. She only knew that she would probably be here for a very long time and things would probably get a lot worse as the time passed. She had been taken just after her 18th birthday, drugged and snatched away by masked men from her room late at night. When the drugs wore off and she awoken she had found herself in a metal room, suspended in the air in a spread eagle position, her limbs fitted in solid metal sockets that extended out from the walls. She could move her head around to some extent but her ability to speak was removed due to a large rubber ball gag stuck in her mouth. ...
MMMMMPHPH! God this is taking a lot longer then it should. My nipples are killing me, and my arms feel like they are going to fall off. How the hell did I get into this mess! I wish Greg were here. He would save me. I have got to figure a way out of this mess, but first let’s back the story up a little bit and go back to before I got myself into this mess. ...
Author's Note: This is a fan fiction screenplay of a Doctor Who episode. It focuses on the 11th Doctor (Matt Smith) and his companion Amy Pond (Karen Gillan) Scene 1 - INT.SHIP.UNKNOWN THE DOCTOR and AMY step out of the TARDIS. The room looks like the inside of a spaceship, however more so the engine room than a control deck. THE DOCTOR: Well, this definitely isn’t Gettysburg. And I doubt it’s 1863 either. ...
“Have a kinky friend who needs a nice, long, SURPRISE vacation? Sure, they may not be willing at first, but they’ll be begging to stay once we’re done with them! We offer personalised escapes, for a multitude of fetishes - For a wide variety of “vacation” options - Visit us at (suspicious-kinky-website-name also appears on screen) to hear more about our services. 24/7/365 pick-up, same-day services, extended vacations (On screen: Days? Weeks? Months? We have it all!), and attentive staff; who are excited to provide the most extensive vacation experience money can buy. Group discounts available! Ask about our budget vacations at (suspicious-kinky-website-name)!” ...
Author's Note: This is the 4th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com. Megan and Sophia sat in slack-jawed silence across from Andrea and Lea trying to process what Lea had just told them. “So let me get this straight. You own this place,” Sophia said slowly as she looked around the living room, as if to make it extra clear which place she meant. ...