Carmen Nichols

Tormented Anguish: Extreme BDSM Erotica (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Table of Contents:
CHAPTER ONE - CIRCLES OF STEEL 1
CHAPTER TWO - I LEARN 17
CHAPTER THREE - MEDIEVAL MAIDEN 33
CHAPTER FOUR - CRANSTON'S CAPTIVE 51
CHAPTER FIVE - THE HONORABLE MABLE 67
CHAPTER SIX - NOBILITY IN IRONS 80
CHAPTER SEVEN - ANGELA'S ANGUISH 94
CHAPTER EIGHT - SLAVES OF EL KABAR 118
CHAPTER NINE - MABLE'S MASTER 163
CHAPTER TEN - POOR ANGELA 185

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I expect a real convict girl locked in a real cell because of a real crime goes through all the emotions that kept me quivering like a leaf. The first of these was fear. Chained nakedness was not an easy thing to adjust to. The next thing was the loss of freedom and will. I was a nothing, just a pretty parcel of naked girl, checked against the wall as one might check luggage at a railway station. There was also the still smarting marks of that riding crop upon my skin. I wasn't sure of those, they might have been a necessary part of a charade, if indeed this was only that. Or they may have been the beginning of something else. Mixed up with all this was the memory of Mable's hot lips and the thrust of our bellies and loins... ! Surely that meant something. . . . Or did it!

I then considered my nakedness. Mable and I had not discussed it. I could only assume she wanted me naked to make me more submissive and easier to handle. Surely she could use her riding crop on me to far greater effect that if I was clothed. I realized this nakedness did strange things to me, like accenting my helplessness, but also adding the color of sexuality to everything done to me thus far. I could easily discern this sexual arousal remaining a part of whatever Mable did with me or to me. My loins flared at that single word, of what she might "do" to me. It left me with one more quiver to cope with.

I still refused to believe Mable's story about keeping me prisoner for a protracted length of time. Her possession of me had already gone beyond the bounds of one of Reggie's "pleasantries, " I had to suppose the Reggie or Mable had decided to go a step farther this time in whatever excitement they got out of scaring a girl to death. I couldn't see beyond that but, uncomfortably, I realized Mable might easily keep me for a week or so and there seemed little I could do about it. Disgustedly I looked at the bed which might as well have been in the wilds of Africa for all the good it did me. It was out of reach. Grudgingly I slithered to the rug, it would be less tiring than standing but it wasn't all that good because I had to hold my cuffed hand at a level above my head. It was simply the best I could do and my first glimpse at the compromises a captive girl had to make.

Mable took her time. It was dark before she returned and I'd been sort of nodding with my head against my raised arm. I'd twisted and tugged at it until my wrist was chaffed. Common sense told me I could not withdraw it through that metal but instinct said otherwise, instinct told me I had to try. Logic aside, I still found it hard to believe a shiny little handcuff could keep me against the wall to await Mable's pleasure. Had she bound and gagged me it would have made more sense and I would have accepted it more easily.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Taboo Pulp Press
• Erscheinungstermin: 20. Juli 2017
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9788826061962
• Artikelnr.: 58965428