Victoria Vanished Finale“mmmppphhh!!!” Victoria moaned through her gag as she struggled against the ropes holding her tightly hogtied on the floor. The teenage girl was soaked with sweat from her exertions and she’d rubbed the bare skin of her wrists raw straining against the coils of rough rope that bound her hands. Despite all that, her bonds remained as tight as ever. The poor girl’s shoulders burned from the strain of the hogtie, her jaw ached from being forced to accommodate the massive wad of cloth stuffed in her mouth to keep her quiet and the thick band that kept her effectively muzzled.Victoria Vanished Finale in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Close by, hidden in the darkness of Victoria’s blindfold, Hilary and Amy sobbed miserably into their own gags. The two girls’ bonds were just as cruelly restrictive as Victoria’s. Amy was still struggling, grunting loudly as she squirmed, but for all her efforts, she remained stringently tied up. Hilary had already given up trying to get free herself, as futile. She lay on the
Tales From the Maid Wars: Episode FiveTales From the Maid Wars Episode FiveTales From the Maid Wars: Episode Five in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Secret of the FMP
“Did you manage to arrange everything?” Helen asked as Morris came into her office.
The older man nodded. “I’ve managed to set up an interview. He’ll be waiting for you at a little pub called “The Eagle”, here’s the address, in fifteen minutes.”
“Good…” Helen said, standing up. “The admiral can’t really complain if I decide to take a late lunch break, can he? You’ll cover for me?” Morris nodded as she walked out of the office towards the lifts.
Since his arrival on planet, Admiral Rolland had been keeping Helen nearby, where he could keep an eye on her. Ostensibly, she was here to assist him in his job of coordinating the local security forces. More likely, the admiral no longer trusted Helen.
Privately, Helen fumed at this. She was a high ranking intelligence operative with years of field experience, and yet he was treating her like s
Victoria Vanished part 2A peal of thunder roared through the night, shaking the ancient mansion to its foundation, rained poured down, harder now, lashing against the window shutters and roof. Inside, three young women slowly crept through the dark hallway, huddling close together for support. The girl in the middle, a tall brunette named Bethany held a flashlight in one hand. The thin, yellow beam of light flickered in the dusty air as she swept it across the hall.Victoria Vanished part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
“No! No, please! Please don’t go out!” A blond girl named Hilary, standing behind the other two girls, wailed as the flashlight flickered again, than went dead, plunging the girls into near total darkness. She huddled closer to the third girl, a slender Asian girl named Amy.
“Darn…” Beth said ruefully. She smacked the back of the flashlight with the palm of one hand, in the hope that the batteries were simply out of alignment. No such luck; they were dead. She sighed, opening her messenger bag. Blindly, the tee
Dressing Room Danger"Ooh! This is cute!" Claudia thought to herself, spotting a pretty red dress hanging from a nearby rack. She walked over and unhooked the hanger, holding her find up. She smiled, draping the dress over one arm. It was a Saturday afternoon and the mall was bustling with people shopping, like Claudia. The 28 year old chemistry teacher had decided to take a break from grading papers and kill a weekend afternoon clothes shopping.Dressing Room Danger in Short Stories More Like This
The young woman continued browsing through the racks of clothes, until she had found three or four outfits she liked. Carrying them over one arm, Claudia headed to the changing rooms to try them on.
In the changing rooms, she found an empty room and went in, shutting and locking the door behind her. Setting the clothes and her purse down, Claudia quickly stripped off her jeans, jacket and blouse. Grabbing one of the dresses, the young woman took it off the hanger and slipped it on, turning to look at herself in the full length mirror.
Claudia struck a pose, seeing
Victoria Vanished part 3The three girls carefully retraced their footsteps back to the spot where they had seen the phantom. Hilary got out her cellphone and turned it on. There was still no signal, but the small screen did shed some light in the gloomy hallway.Victoria Vanished part 3 in Short Stories More Like This
“There!” She said, pointing. Faintly, the three girls could make out two sets of footprints, where the fine layer of dust on the carpet had been disturbed. One pair of small, lady’s shoes, the steps placed far apart as she fled headlong in terror, followed by another set of footprints, smeared slightly, like the hem of a cloak, dragging along the ground.
They followed Haley’s headlong flight, all the way to the front door. “Damn!” Victoria swore as her cellphone went dead. “I knew I should have recharged the batteries before we left.”
“It’s ok.” Amy said, pulling out her cellphone. “Mine’s fully charged.” She turned the brightness all the way up and swept it around the
The Audition"Next! Miss Katherine Willis!"The Audition in Short Stories More Like This
Amanda Smith glanced up briefly, as a brunette woman stood up and crossed the room to the door. As the door shut behind her, Amanda turned back to her magazine. She reached up and brushed a few strands of wispy auburn out of her face. The 22-year old coed drama major sat in a chair in a waiting room. About eight or nine other young women were in the room with her, waiting for their turn to audition for the lead part in The Secret Room.
Oddly enough, Amanda hadn't heard of this new play, at least not until a couple days ago. Out of the blue, she had received an e-mail from the director/producer of this new production, one Joseph McCormick, inviting her to audition for the part of the heroine in the play. Apparently, he'd seen her in the school's production of Much Ado About Nothing and was impressed by her rendition of Ursula.
Amanda had been intrigued enough to sacrifice a Sunday morning to drive into town to the small theatre the e-ma
Dressing Room Danger part 2"Mmmmmppphhhh…." Claudia moaned softly into her gag as she slowly came to. Gradually, the young woman regained control of her senses as the knock out drugs worked themselves out of her system. She was lying on the floor of a moving vehicle. Her hands and feet were still tightly bound with rope. Claudia winced. Her limbs had fallen asleep while she'd out.Dressing Room Danger part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
She wasn't alone. The young woman could feel another girl pressed against her side. One of the other women who'd been kidnapped from the mall, she guessed. Claudia could hear the faint inhale and exhale of multiple people nearby, over the muffled sounds of the highway outside, as the van bounced down the road at high speed.
Claudia whimpered softly in fear. Where were they being taken? The young woman had no idea how long she'd been out. It could have been hours. By now, they could have been taken out of the city, across the state! There was no way of knowing. With every minute they spend travelling along the highway, the captives were
Tales From the Maid Wars: Episode FourTales From the Maid Wars Episode Four:Tales From the Maid Wars: Episode Four in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Captive of the Amazons
Sometime later, Helen slowly came to. The first thing the MASA officer realized was that she was tied up with packing tape. The young woman was sitting in a padded wooden chair. Her hands were taped to the chair arms; her feet were similarly secured to the chair legs. What must have been half a roll of tape was wrapped around Helen’s chest, pinning her back against the chair. Finally, a strip of tape had been stretched over her eyes, blindfolding her.
“ugh…” she groaned as a wave of disorientation washed over her. Her head ached from whatever drug her attackers had used to knock her out. Helen squirmed in the chair, but her efforts were feeble. She was still weak from the knockout drugs.
“Good…she’s awake.” Helen heard a voice speak nearby, a woman’s voice. She struggled to raise her head, listening around, trying to pinpoint her captor’s location.
Victoria Vanished part 4“Whoa! OOF!” Amy grunted as she tumbled out of the shaft onto something soft, cushioning her landing. When the trapdoor had opened up beneath the young woman’s feet, the 20-year old girl had slid, feet first, down a narrow, metal shaft, in total darkness. She must have fallen at least thirty feet or more. Fortunately, the chute wasn’t straight down. After a few yards, it had curved to one side, slowing her descent somewhat.Victoria Vanished part 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Slowly, Amy sat up, heart still racing from the shock of her plummet. Feeling around, she grabbed her cellphone from where it had fallen nearby. Turning it on again, she held the glowing screen up and looked around the room she found herself in. As best she could tell with the weak like of her phone, the room was maybe fifteen feet, square. The walls, floor and ceiling were of bare stone.
About half of the room was taken up by a large pad, on which she’d landed. It was placed underneath the opening of the chute she’d fallen throug
Victoria VanishedThe ancient, dusty floorboards of the old mansion groaned underfoot as the four-members of the Spring Valley Mystery Society quietly crept through the deserted house. Outside, the rain still poured down in sheets, lashing against the dirty window panes. The shutters clattered, blowing in the wind. A bolt of lightning briefly flashed across the sky, lighting up the long, narrow hallways. Just as quickly, it vanished, leaving only the thin, quivering beam of the girls’ flashlight. A second later, a clap of thunder rolled through the mansion, shaking the house.Victoria Vanished in Short Stories More Like This
“Ah! What was that?” Hilary said, jumping. The 18-year old blonde girl glanced around nervously. “Why don’t we just go home?”
“It’s just a little thunder, Hil.” The second girl, a tall brunette named Bethany replied. She stood at the front of the group, holding their single flashlight. “Don’t be such a scaredy-cat! We’re this close to discovering what’s b
Sonnet IDark glasses asideSonnet I in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That you might see my eyes -
At a breakfast of baked sunlight,
Filling and spilling,
As photons in rage;
Aging us one day at a time,
One cell at a time,
Split, one at a time -
Til we're glowing with growing
As stars feeding stars,
Our bones aching with breaking
To keep up with our hearts.
Pulling pairs of pulses dictate
Chemical vehicles, blind interstate,
And you, just as bright
In the dark as the light.
Not passively, as some stars
Who simply twinkle with the menial -
Instead, bursting; beating close,
Smiling easy with eyes closed.
With what tools would I be suited
To extract you?
Stolen, as only human thoughts can steal -
Separate, as we were built to feel -
Some silly certainty that
Our disparateness is real.
But no, not us,
We seem to know better:
Wrapped up in a feeling resembling forever.
So close, as to become unintelligible;
As given as your breath in my lungs.
As trippingly as the love songs being sung,
Ecstatic and free
From the tips of our tongues.
RopeWith just another inch of it,Rope in Free Verse More Like This
let loose, unwound
slack from secret stashes:
There might have been enough
sisal rope or
to tie to you
to keep you close
to form into a noose
(so you might hang around this time.)
She Was LovelyDinner with guests was always a tricky affair to navigate. The guests were sat nearest to each other, to promote pleasant conversation, while friends and family were sat far from each other on opposite ends of the table. While Zephyr was perfectly aware of how these customs came into being, he didn't exactly like them. Zephyr was in a rare, uncomfortable, position within his own palace.She Was Lovely in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting next to him tonight was the eccentrically unique young King of a place with a very long name. The word sounded like some Rakselou gibberish, something the shapeshifters would say to make it difficult for humans and ferals to understand what they were saying. Thankfully, King Noreat translated his own words and explained that he was from the "Mountainous Lands". Zephyr was unaware such a place existed. He was also unaware that men could look so much like women up until recently.
King Zephyr sighed under his bre
Big and HungryThis moment was perfect; there was no way Noreat was going to let it slip past him. The King was locked in that hazy plain between awake and asleep, just barely aware of the world around him and yet aware enough to know he was no longer dreaming. Usually, this moment was annoying for him, but right now it was everything he could ever want. Noreat could feel Zephyr with him at this very second. The older man's big warm arms were locked around his back, Noreat's face was pressed into his lovers chest. He could even hear Zephyr's heartbeat drumming in his ears. Noreat didn't move, didn't twitch, and didn't even dare to breathe too deeply. This was a rare moment for him. He usually couldn't remember Zephyr in his entirety like this. Most of the time all he was able to recall would be the heartbeat, the tough textured skin, the feeling of Zephyr's breath against his neck. Great GodBig and Hungry in Short Stories More Like This
The Only Safe OptionAmbient voices, cold air, a flash of white in the corner of his eyes, that was all that Noreat dreamt of. The man felt as if he were sitting in a blackened room, staring at colorless walls waiting for a dream to start in front of his eyes but one never did. He could feel his mind desperately clawing for a dream, for something with pictures and color, but whenever he tried to dream all he saw were wide white eyes. What was worse was that the young King was painfully aware that he was asleep and couldn't rouse himself. It was as if he was lucid dreaming but he had no actual control of his lack of dreams. All of his body felt numb, his limbs turned off while he slept, and he had no way of waking up. The sensation was maddening. He didn't know what was going on in the waking realm, but he knew he should be awake. All he wanted to do was wake up, to see what was going on, to know ifThe Only Safe Option in Short Stories More Like This
Because he had been so diz
Small MiraclesIt was funny how dinner with Noreat had transformed from an affair that Zephyr wanted to rush through because he was uncomfortable around Noreat to an affair that he wanted to rush through so he could have Noreat to himself, in his arms, all night, in just the span of two weeks. The older King was rather thankful for the old seating arrangement traditions, since it kept his paramour close to him while his daughter sat on the other side of the room and seethed. Iridesia had elected to force Zephyr to endure her silent treatment and the girl had not talked to him for the last day or so. The old man was no stranger to his daughter's silent punishment at this point. Once, when she was particularly upset with him for something too trivial for him to remember, she didn't speak to him for almost four days. While it was vexing and it nearly tore Mayanna apart, Zephyr had markedly less headaches those four days.Small Miracles in Short Stories More Like This
But now was not the time to
Damn RomanticJust like before, the gentle drumming of Zephyr's heart took Noreat's hand and led him out of his dreams. It was so curious that one sound could both lull him into sleep and wake him. Noreat wasn't sure what that meant, but he knew that it made him rather happy. He lazily opened his eyes, unwilling to move and ruin this moment. The young King was comfortable with his face pressed against Zephyr's chest, his body curled up against the much larger and warmer one beside him, Zephyr's heavy hand on his shoulderthere was no reason to move. Not yet. The young King couldn't suppress a gentle smile from gracing his lips as he listened to Zephyr's heartbeat. It was quickly becoming one of his favorite sounds.Damn Romantic in Short Stories More Like This
Noreat's eyes found Zephyr's other hand, curled into a loose fist next to Noreat's face. He noticed dark blue and purple marks on the knuckles. Those hadn't been there yesterday.
Humbly SurprisedThis felt all too perfect to be real. Noreat never thought he would wake up next to Zephyr ever again. And yet, here he was, lying in bed with his long lost lover, as if nothing had happened. There was no way this was real. The King curled his fingers against Zephyr's weathered skin. The old man mumbled something and shifted in Noreat's grasp. Noreat could feel him as Zephyr moved his face against his chest, his prickly beard tickling his chest. An airy, almost cautious laugh eased out of Noreat. Dream Zephyr didn't have a scraggly messy beard. He always looked the same as when the two first met. Dream Zephyr was also never this thin, nor did he have bandages around his stomach. This was real.Humbly Surprised in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Zephyr wake up," Noreat whispered in his lover's ear.
A small part of Noreat knew he should let Zephyr sleep. He knew that the older man was injured and unhealthy a
Backstage GossipMeg Giry, you little prat, snapped La Sorelli from where she sat at her dressing table puffing chalky powder onto her face, if you knew what was good for you, you would shut your mouth this instant!Backstage Gossip in Fan Fiction More Like This
From the opposite side of the dressing room, the little waif of a girl pursed her full lips and tossed a thick shock of long ebony hair over her shoulder.
I wouldnt talk that way if I were you, Sorelli, Meg sneered pompously, narrowing her slate gray eyes, The ghost could be lurking somewhere near.
The crowd of lanky ballerinas huddled around Meg let out a collective gasp, snapping their necks around fearfully to check for apparitions.
Sorellis rouged lips pursed and she placed her hands on her hips.
Your head is stuffed with fluff, do you know that? she shook her head, Does your mother know that you are spreading such stories?
I watched Meg draw herself to her full height (which was not at all an impressive
Haunted Chapter EightErikHaunted Chapter Eight in Drama More Like This
I spent the next several days lying in wait in the old warehouse, in what appeared to be a long-abandoned basement.
Despite the familiar comfort of a cellar, I could not tolerate the gray. The room in which I was obliged to sojourn was gray---impersonal, industrial, mechanistic, hideous gray, from the endless maze of pipes that wove across the low ceiling to the crumbling stones set into the wall to the stained concrete floor. Geometrics, stark, uninspired geometrics; not a flourish of art, not a hint beauty. All was graythe loose hospital garments, the low, rumbling sky, the shadows of the maskgray, gray, gray, and I could not escape from it.
One would assume that an individual in my precarious condition would concern himself with matters of greater importance than the heinous architecture and drab color scheme, yet I was fixated upon it. And by God, I could not abide by it. It was sickening.
For I thirsted for beauty, and yet beauty seemed determined
Break AwayMy throat closed up at the sight of the old house. It looked exactly as it had so many years ago, save for several spidery cracks on the gray exterior, new, perfectly manicured flowers and shrubs that lined the pristine walkway, and chips in the paint. It was a lovely home, sturdy and well-built, the picture of flawless living.Break Away in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a ridiculous lie.
A very large part of me screamed in protest at my choice. Indeed, I could hardly believe that I was standing here, a prisoner to my past once again.
Antoinette Giry had accosted me earlier in the week with urgent news. Id reluctantly met with her in her office. Shed hesitated for some time before pulling out an envelope from her sash and laying it on the table between us.
Its your mother, Erik, shed told me.
Id immediately stiffened. My mother and I hadnt been in contact since I was nine years old, and frankly, I wished to keep it that way.
What about her?
The Holiday: Chapter EightDo you have the time?The Holiday: Chapter Eight in Fan Fiction More Like This
I blinked. Her soft inquiry nearly jerked me out of my stupor, though I still could not tear my eyes away from where she sat on the bed.
The only bed.
The bed that, in a few short hours, I would be frozen upon like a mummified corpse as I lay beside her in the darkness, a beast next to a beauty.
It sickened me. Truly, it did. Oh, not the prospect of being near Christine. That was such a heavenly thought that I scarcely believed it could happen.
But when two people shared a bed, there were rather awkward implications that the aforementioned people should commence cuddling and then begin to
ah cuddle more intensely.
I should like to make it very clear that my intentions are controlled purely by love of the deepest, sincerest kind. I am not a lustful man, and I have no right to be. Although occasionally, Christine dons dresses that hug her body in such a sinfully perfect way that I begin to sweat a little. Or I w
Because I CanLAYER ONE:Because I Can in Fan Fiction More Like This
Name: Many: Opera Ghost, the Phantom, Angel of Music, and certain explicit names that common decency forbids me to record. You may call me Erik.
Birthplace: St. Martin de Boscherville, France
Birthday: Will you believe me if I assure you that I have absolutely no idea?
Gender: Male. I pity the woman named Erik.
Eye Color: a rather garish shade of yellow
Hair Color: Ah, you must be referring to those fine, shaggy strands that crown my head? Black, then.
Height: Six feet, four inches, I believe. Why cant you behave normally and use the metric system like everyone else?
Righty or Lefty: Hands? Left.
Zodiac Sign: Did we not discuss this previously?
Elemental Sign: Must you?
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Come now, this is getting ridiculous. Stop your laziness this instant and check the birthday question if you insist on an answer!
Your heritage: French. I believe the name Erik is Scandinavian, but as to my ancestry in this area, I have
Down Once More TranslatedSubliminal messages abound in The Phantom of the Opera. Some are so entwined in such carefully constructed, phallic metaphors, that it may be difficult to sift through the passionate web of angst and decipher the lyrics' true meanings. So here, for your clarity, I have provided a translation of some of the musical's most elaborate lyrics. The original lyrics will be italicized, while the translations will not. It is my desire that your next viewing of Phantom should be an enlightened one, and my sincerest hope that these translations will clear up any confusion.Down Once More Translated in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Down Once More"
PHANTOM: Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair!
(I am using hyperbolic metaphors that make me the patron saint of emos everywhere.)
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!
(Have you, perchance, ever heard of schizophrenia? Because I think I may have it, along with a medley of other psychological disorders that would make a therapist salivate.)
Down that path
sheBeautiful, but she sees it not.she in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting there with no air about her,
suffocating in the once was.
The no more.
once appeared comfort,
in what truely was, couldn't be.
Needing time, space, lonenly.
That percieved as perfect... not truth.
So alone in her bitterness,she sits,
waiting for the return of once was pefect.
D. I love youIn the begining, easily felt,D. I love you in Free Verse More Like This
energies that made me melt,
when I was new to this
mixing of entities.
Feels as if we've never been,
anything less than,
What has always been.
I lie on your bed while you're away.
Contemplating the words I need to say.
These feelings inside encompass me.
As thoughts of you drift into eternity.
which way?The pluse of energy,which way? in Free Verse More Like This
once pure and exciting,
seems to be shorting out between you and me.
The drama high,
the newness low,
no longer flows.
The start was sweet,
and charged positively.
Faded now, by what won't go away.
The truth is never accepted with dignity,
but callouse answers, and hurt spirit.
No logic in the reasoning of doubts.
If you won't listen, I mean really hear,
then you only bring about what you fear.
Words come hard,
there is never an easy way
to make it clear, to try and say,
that maybe I need sometime to decide.
Yes I love you,
no I don't desire to lose,
currently my heart knows not what direction to choose.
I request your patience,
as you often do mine,
Please my love, give me time.
To youTo you I was drawn ,To you in Free Verse More Like This
not because of how you look,
although beautiful you are.
To you I was mesmerized by,
The sadness you forced others to ignore.
I saw it there,
wishing to make it all dissapear.
I couldn't go to you then.
It wasn't time.
You played to the crowd, and annoyed me,
Why weren't you being real,
Why not let them see?
Now I know they aren't important.
You were drawn to me.
All blessings and dreams
The union created, that time wouldn't allow.
Now I am your's and you mine.
I aspire to be a hepling hand,
To let you see
That I love you.
ooopsOkay here goes:ooops in Free Verse More Like This
Too much for me to take in.
Last night, well
Baby, I hoped.
The connection there.
I've had many.
I wanted to know what was
The passion, yeah, You know.
I never knew that
I could feel,
You surpass any dream.
Baby you speak to me.
As I say it's not important, and IT"S
The passion, the fire,
baby, that's what speaks to me.
You have opened my door
that I wish not shut.
So touch me tenderly,
But always let me feel
past's present, future's pastJust another day in the exciting.past's present, future's past in Free Verse More Like This
Eveything starts with the past.
Now moving forward, which will soon be behind.
this second present, now gone, and gone.
Live in the future, knowing it holds a past.
The past's looking glass, held a once dear soon near.
Sister's New Doll (2) She then began to plaster me with makeup she got from her little girly makeup kit. I had no idea what she was doing, but it probably made me look more like a clown. She then pulled my somewhat-long hair into two ponytails out the sides of my head.Sister's New Doll (2) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It hurt quite a bit with my hair being forced into pigtails with it not being very long, and I began to scream, not because of the pain, but because I wanted out of there. She frowned at me, and did something I didn't expect. She took out the ball gag. I was about to scream again, when she shoved a diaper in my mouth, and retied the ballgag around my head. When I tried to scream again, nothing came out at all.
"Dolls don't talk." She said simply. She unlocked the clasps around my feet, releasing me from the wall. Before I was about to kick her, she held up the remote, and I immediately decided to obey. She motioned me to the bed, and I laid down in it. She then clamped my legs to clamps on the sides o
Girls' Doll (6) "We should..." The oldest girl was cut off with the sound of someone coming downstairs. "Mike was here last, so maybe he is still here." It was my mom! She had come to find me! I started screaming into the pacifier. The girls started to panic, and quickly popped me out of the high chair, and even though I struggled, they pushed me out the window and into the huge garbage can and shut the garbage lid.Girls' Doll (6) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eventually my mom left, while tears streamed down my eyes. I was now stuck in a huge garbage bin full of diapers... My own diapers... I tried to push that thought away, and as I tried to get back to the top I sunk in deeper. I heard the lid open, and I tried to get to the surface, but without my arms or legs it was impossible.
"Great, now the doll is somewhere in there." The youngest one said. "I'm not going in after it." "Neither am I." I heard arguing. "Fine, I'll grab it, but only if it comes to the surface." I tried as hard as I could to wiggle
Girl's Doll (2) The girls huddled together and spoke to each other in quick whispers. "Well, before we can do that, we have to get her ready." The oldest girl said. Once again, they all scattered. When they came back, they had all sorts of stuff in their hands. One girl began to brush through the blonde wig with a brush, making sure it was all straight and acceptable, but my focus on that was lost when I felt a piece of duct tape on my leg, and then get ripped off.Girl's Doll (2) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"MMMMPHH!" I screamed. Al the girls joined in, grabbing pieces of duct tape, attaching them to my skin, and ripping off every piece of hair. I tried to swing my legs or something to get them to stop, but they continued to rip off all of my body hair, all the way up to my neck. "There, no more icky boy hair." The other girls agreed.
"Mom and dad will be home tomorrow, so we have work to do." The girls scrambled off a third time, but this time they didn't come back with anything. I heard random sounds
The Love Doll (Part 1) It had been a year after the last one escaped, and Natalie was finally ready for her next victim. She had spent that entire year perfecting her inventions and her devices, to prepare for the next one, and especially since the last one escaped...The Love Doll (Part 1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was ready to find the next person to use for her. It was time to get another one again.
Best day of my life. Got the hottest girl in the world with me in a bar, I must have been in heaven. I quickly got drunk, and I tried to kiss her, until I felt something stab me in the leg, and I blacked out.
That's pretty much all I remembered until I woke up in a very dark room, with a bright light source from above shining on me, almost like a spotlight. I was sitting down in a slightly tilted chair, making me lean back a little, and I was tied to the chair by my wrists and legs. There was a head brace under my head, making me unable to move my head at all.
"Look who is final
Slumber Party (2) "Kiss my butt." One of the girls said, laughing. I didn't do anything. "I think she told you to do something." Becka said, narrowing her eyes at me. I reluctantly knelt down behind the girl, and kissed her on the rear while her shorts were on. Everyone laughed.Slumber Party (2) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Did you like that?" Becka asked me, smiling. "Y...yes mam." I said, then I put my hand up to my mouth. My voice was all of the sudden very high pitched and girly sounding. I then realized the metal choker around my neck had moved my voice box, forcing me to talk in a high voice. The girls laughed again.
"Aren't you so happy you are our little sissy toy now?" Becka asked, and I shakily said no. "Would you like us to demonstrate one of the punishments?" Becka said, and took a large dildo out of her pocket. My eyes opened wide, "Yes, I am happy." I said, and curtsied. "Good." She said, and put it back in her pocket.
I went through an entire day of endless servant work, and le
SHAMEHow do you explain that sense of shame?SHAME in Free Verse More Like This
That causes you to drop your eyes
And build up walls in which you hide...
How do you explain that sense of shame?
That turns your sorry heart to stone
And forces you to live alone...
How do you explain that sense of shame?
That deems you unworthy of any love
That prevents you from reaching all you've dreamed of...
How do you explain that sense of shame?
Tug-of-warSo what next?Tug-of-war in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me what's next?
When my feet hit the floor,
Where go they go?
Forwards or backwards,
Future or past.
To love and move on,
Or to make love that lasts.
Seconds or years.
Are any enough
To quiet my fears?
Of spiders, of darkness,
Of being alone.
Of ending the day
With nobody home.
My fears of an ending
With no hand to hold
Of dying here slowly
Lonely and cold.
So my feet hit the floor,
Now what? Where to?
But my feet feel heavy
I can't seem to move
I'm stuck in the middle
Of then and of now
Stuck in the middle
Oh, how to get out.
I try to leave yesterday
Try to move on
But it's holding on tightly
And singing a song
A song of my memories
Of smiles and of tears
And now I remember
Why I live with these fears.
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I can taste it now
But not just a taste -
So many forms...
Freedom is cold
As wind bites my bare arms
Freedom is vivid
As flowers bloom
And bluejays sing
But to me,
Freedom is also white
Like my eyes
No longer red
From nights spent in tears
Freedom is white
Like my scars
So beautifully healed
But never to leave
A constant reminder
Of what you can't see
A battle, a wrestle
A long, brutal fight
But one I have conquered -
Defeated the night
So freedom, you ask
What is it to me?
The place in my life
Where I happen to be.
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Hidden deep beneath the clothes
Masked with shame
But no one knows
Every day a new regret
With every bruise came side effects
A colder heart
And fewer tears
WIth no escape from haunting fears
Of hands so strong
A grip so tight
A pointless struggle
An endless fight
I swore I'd never be that girl
Who woke up crying on the floor
With man-made marks upon my skin
Left from a fight I couldn't win
So hide the colors
Shield the shame
Try to win this stupid game
Hide all weakness
Bear the pain
And hope the bruises fade away
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Breathe in again
Fingers through my hair
Heat between us
Press in closer
Hands around my waist
Forget to breathe
I love you
Let's forget to breathe
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First things first, I have to tell you that it was a pleasant surprise to find you dressed so deliciously today, Kyla. He whispered into her ear again, his hands moving down to her waist beneath the sweater. It was so nice of you to dress so sexy for me underneath, even if the sweater is a bit conservative.
I think youve got things a little out of order. Kyla hissed softly. I think youre supposed to compliment the girl, and then tie her up. Isnt that what it says in the peverts handbook?
You might be right. Will laughed, one of his hands beginning to glide along the waistline of her skirt, and then down over the smooth material. So, whats the next step according to the book?
I think youre supposed to turn yourself into the cops now. She answered quickly, and he felt her
The Hotel Robbery - Chap 1Will brushed the snow from his shoulders as he stood before the doors to the hotel lobby, the awning there giving him some respite from the steady fall. He pulled on the door handle, rattling it although he already knew that it was locked. Hed seen the hotels last guests leave about an hour before, and watched the manager lock the door behind the smiling couple. He leaned his large, wheeled trunk against the wall and then knocked insistently on the glass doors, his leather gloves making a thudding sound. For a few moments, he feared that no one would come to the door, and he pounded on it again.The Hotel Robbery - Chap 1 in Erotic More Like This
A nervous, fluttering feeling ran through him as the manager appeared in the foyer on the other side of the door. His heartbeat quickened with excitement as he realized that he really was about to go through with the plan that hed been preparing for so long. He took in the sight of her as she stood there, mouthi
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Will returned to the lobby a few minutes later, after making some quick preparations behind the reception desk. Kyla had obviously been struggling while he was gone. She was on her stomach again, squirming slowly toward the door like an inchworm. Shed lost one of her heels in the process, and he smiled at the sight of her toes wriggling within her sheer hose as she struggled toward the door. The friction of sliding across the floor had stretched the neck of her soft sweater down over her right shoulder, revealing her smooth flesh and the black
strap of her bra beneath.
Going somewhere? He asked as he approached her, reaching into his pocket for another length of chain and a pair of the small locks.
Just thought Id get some fresh air. She snapped back, wavy locks of hair falling over her eyes as she turned her head to look up at him.
Oh, but there is definitely somethin
The Best Purchase - Prologue 1 of 2"Caitlyn!" The voice barked behind her. As the realization settled in that she was the one being called, it occurred to her that it wasn't the first time her name had been called. She had heard it a couple times before, but it hadn't registered. Not for the first time, she questioned her decision to go by her given name here at work. At the time, it had seemed like a good idea, a way to signal her change to a working member of society instead of just a student supported by her parents. But she'd been called Katie for so long, all her life. It was an adjustment to respond to Caitlyn.The Best Purchase - Prologue 1 of 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm sorry," she said, turning quickly and heading for the table of demanding guests. "It's been a busy night. Can I get you something?"
"Yes, you can get us something," the man at the table spoke, turning to roll his eyes at the woman who accompanied him. He was in his forties, with graying hair.