The Long Rope: Extreme Taboo BDSM Erotica E-Book

Jillian Mae

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Table of Contents:
CHAPTER ONE - THE WHITE SLAVE GIRL    1
CHAPTER TWO - EXPERIMENT IN CHAINS    21
CHAPTER THREE - THE SLAVE TRADER    39
CHAPTER FOUR – COFFLED    55
CHAPTER FIVE - AGONY AT AMPHALA    77
CHAPTER SIX - THE AWFUL DECISION    98
CHAPTER SEVEN - CORPORAL PUNISHMENT    120
CHAPTER EIGHT – SOLD    168





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Hassan Darouba was gravy, an unexpected bonus. His typewritten invitation, on the most expensive paper, nestled in her briefcase. He would give her a personal tour of the guerrilla fortress of Amphala! Cheryl Chase smiled cynically: Hassan wanted a sympathetic write-up in the U.S. Press. She wanted a scoop that had about it the hint of danger and romance. The product of Cambridge who had chosen banditry was reputed to be damn good looking with an eye for the ladies! Without seeing each other, they had found accord.

Her plane had dropped her off at Malenka the day before. It would be recalled by phone when needed. Malenka actually boasted a phone; a somnolent hotel with basic plumbing, and a number of seedy locals who were prepared to be helpful when bribed. Along with a small and nondescript population, it gave refuge to sundry goats, camels and chickens. The hotel had laid on a jeep and driver for so auspicious a visitor from the land of foreign Aid.
 

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The Long Rope

Jillian Mae

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE - THE WHITE SLAVE GIRL

CHAPTER TWO - EXPERIMENT IN CHAINS

CHAPTER THREE - THE SLAVE TRADER

CHAPTER FOUR – COFFLED

CHAPTER FIVE - AGONY AT AMPHALA

CHAPTER SIX - THE AWFUL DECISION

CHAPTER SEVEN - CORPORAL PUNISHMENT

CHAPTER EIGHT – SOLD

CHAPTER ONE - THE WHITE SLAVE GIRL

Hassan Darouba was gravy, an unexpected bonus. His typewritten invitation, on the most expensive paper, nestled in her briefcase. He would give her a personal tour of the guerrilla fortress of Amphala! Cheryl Chase smiled cynically: Hassan wanted a sympathetic write-up in the U.S. Press. She wanted a scoop that had about it the hint of danger and romance. The product of Cambridge who had chosen banditry was reputed to be damn good looking with an eye for the ladies! Without seeing each other, they had found accord.

Her plane had dropped her off at Malenka the day before. It would be recalled by phone when needed. Malenka actually boasted a phone; a somnolent hotel with basic plumbing, and a number of seedy locals who were prepared to be helpful when bribed. Along with a small and nondescript population, it gave refuge to sundry goats, camels and chickens. The hotel had laid on a jeep and driver for so auspicious a visitor from the land of foreign Aid.

Cheryl had used her time and modest baksheesh to loosen tongues and take pictures of weather hewn features, bare dirty feet, and a host of flies; all with the backdrop of a sleepy Malenka. She had even persuaded a bearded patriarch to place a noose upon his daughter's neck and lead her in front of her camera at the end of a leash. For a quite small sum he had offered to give the girl a thrashing. Cheryl had compromised bay having the delighted damsel kneel in bowed submission with bared back while her parent waved his whip around in a simulated blow. Such pictures would make good filler if the interviews should disappoint.

Before landing at Malenka she had hoped to catch a glimpse of a trade in female slaves all authorities denied, but at the back of her intelligence there had nestled a small doubt, and the expectation of having to colour and amplify her script with imaginative journalese. But the doubt was gone. The seed types and the owner of the hotel had dissolved it utterly. Beyond Malenka there were slaves and men who dealt in them. Cheryl Chase knew she was on a treasure of a story. And if there were pictures too... ! Mmmmmm! With even more than her usual confidence, she gathered her satchels and cases and followed the baggage boy to the waiting jeep.