No Ransom: Extreme Taboo BDSM Erotica (eBook, ePUB) - England, Elsa
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Table of Contents: CHAPTER ONE - Faith without Freedom 1 CHAPTER TWO - Tar and Feathers 17 CHAPTER THREE – Lune 33 CHAPTER FOUR - Fantasy in Fetters 65 CHAPTER FIVE - Strapped Skin 85 CHAPTER SIX - Plural Punishments 110 CHAPTER SEVEN – Shamed 128 CHAPTER EIGHT - Diversity of Prisons 142 CHAPTER NINE - Saint Ursula's Prisoner 162 CHAPTER TEN - Return to Penance 186 CHAPTER ELEVEN - The Loving Bind 209
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Faith Baldwin had been prisoner to The Cause for more than a month and seemed likely to remain so for the rest of her life. She had become accustomed to the "hit and run" existence…mehr

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Table of Contents:
CHAPTER ONE - Faith without Freedom 1
CHAPTER TWO - Tar and Feathers 17
CHAPTER THREE – Lune 33
CHAPTER FOUR - Fantasy in Fetters 65
CHAPTER FIVE - Strapped Skin 85
CHAPTER SIX - Plural Punishments 110
CHAPTER SEVEN – Shamed 128
CHAPTER EIGHT - Diversity of Prisons 142
CHAPTER NINE - Saint Ursula's Prisoner 162
CHAPTER TEN - Return to Penance 186
CHAPTER ELEVEN - The Loving Bind 209

Excerpt:

Faith Baldwin had been prisoner to The Cause for more than a month and seemed likely to remain so for the rest of her life. She had become accustomed to the "hit and run" existence of the tiny group of rebels everyone called The Bhoys in an admiring Irish brogue. She had expostulated with Ratigan. their leader, to no avail. "There's no need for you to drag me around like a camp follower or a bundle of baggage. The government's offered an outrageous ransom for me, why don't you take it and let me go?"
'"Cause you're English, love, that's why. Every ransom offer is loaded with traps. We don't need their lousy ransom money and they won't give us guns for you." Ratigan had laughed at her sulky face. "How many guns do you think you're be worth, love?"
"You can buy guns with the money. Please take it and let me go."
"We don't buy guns, they're given as a gift to the Holy Cause, you know that. Sorry girl, you're going to stay with me a long, long time."
"As your personal possession. Can you take pride in using me the way you do?"
Ratigan was a fugitive from wealth, he had done Oxford and the London School of Economics but frequently employed a bit of Irish raillery. "Would ye be Catling yourself a whore, lassie? Come now, 'tis an honorable estate, so it 'tis." He chuckled, "Ye don't get paid a penny for your pretty pussy. By rights I should share ye with m'boys. Maybe ye'Id be liking that."