Stolen Property E-Book

Tiffany Argus

• Herausgeber: Taboo Pulp Press
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE - THE HANDCUFFS AND THE TREE    1
CHAPTER TWO - SHANTY SHACKLES    15
CHAPTER THREE - THE CUTIE CAGED    31
CHAPTER FOUR - TWO GIRLS    43
CHAPTER FIVE – ESCAPTE    59
CHAPTER SIX - THE LONG STRETCH    76
CHAPTER SEVEN - BLONDE BONDAGE    96
CHAPTER EIGHT – WHIPPED    112
CHAPTER NINE - INNOCENCE AND INGRID    133
CHAPTER TEN – PENANCE    147
CHAPTER ELEVEN – POSSESSED    161

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The girl herself belonged. The same stamp of quality was upon all five. She leaned forward against the eight inch trunk with an affected ease. The chrome bands, tightly encircling her wrists, compelled an intimate embrace so that her arms were forced to a seeming affection for the rough bark, held thus by joined hands she could not withdraw. Her eyes followed each movement of her companions, but her lips were as silent as their own – an unnatural silence charged with tension. A challenging silence provoked by pride in one, and amused expectation in the other four. It was not broken until the last of the gear was loaded and the car door opened.

"You're not going to leave me like this?"

Leseprobe

Stolen Property

Tiffany Argus

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE - THE HANDCUFFS AND THE TREE

CHAPTER TWO - SHANTY SHACKLES

CHAPTER THREE - THE CUTIE CAGED

CHAPTER FOUR - TWO GIRLS

CHAPTER FIVE – ESCAPTE

CHAPTER SIX - THE LONG STRETCH

CHAPTER SEVEN - BLONDE BONDAGE

CHAPTER EIGHT – WHIPPED

CHAPTER NINE - INNOCENCE AND INGRID

CHAPTER TEN – PENANCE

CHAPTER ELEVEN – POSSESSED

CHAPTER ONE - THE HANDCUFFS AND THE TREE

The girl herself belonged. The same stamp of quality was upon all five. She leaned forward against the eight inch trunk with an affected ease. The chrome bands, tightly encircling her wrists, compelled an intimate embrace so that her arms were forced to a seeming affection for the rough bark, held thus by joined hands she could not withdraw. Her eyes followed each movement of her companions, but her lips were as silent as their own – an unnatural silence charged with tension. A challenging silence provoked by pride in one, and amused expectation in the other four. It was not broken until the last of the gear was loaded and the car door opened.

"You're not going to leave me like this?"

It was more a question than a statement. It dissolved unanswered in the still air of the remote campground.

"You just can't! It's too awful...?"

The question was now definite, made urgent by hope. The captive of the tree raised her locked hands and extracted such eloquence as she could from the single link. Four pairs of eyes examined the demonstration with approval.

"I could die here!"

Since the dramatic declaration elicited no response, the captive girl tried moderation.

"You're just trying to frighten me. You'll drive away and then come back...?"

It was a question without much hope. No one spoke.

"Even if I'm found, it's certain to be a man – or more likely several. Think what they can do to me!"

"You'd enjoy it, Wendy." It was the first response. Amused and a little contemptuous.

"I wouldn't! And that was a beastly thing to say!" The handcuff rattled in earnest now as the wearer sought, unsuccessfully, to stamp an indignant foot.

"I still think we should strip her." The voice was bored.

"Don't be a pig, Rita! And I don't see how any of you can believe I did what you think. I didn't! I didn't, I didn't... ! Oh, how can you be so stupid?" The young voice was desperate.

"Time to go, girls. Wendy will make out. She always does. She can play Guinevere to Sir Lancelot or Galahad – or whatever happens by."