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Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.
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CHAPTER ONE - Trapped Tourist CHAPTER TWO - Permanent Prisoner CHAPTER THREE - Gift in Chains CHAPTER FOUR – Agonies CHAPTER FIVE - The Binding of Miss Genevra Anderson CHAPTER SIX - The Passionate Pain CHAPTER SEVEN - Ma's Prisoner CHAPTER EIGHT - Cut of Cord, Bite of Steel CHAPTER NINE – Punishment CHAPTER TEN - Her Master's Slave CHAPTER ELEVEN - The Rape of Trinity CHAPTER TWELVE…mehr

Produktbeschreibung
Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.

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CHAPTER ONE - Trapped Tourist
CHAPTER TWO - Permanent Prisoner
CHAPTER THREE - Gift in Chains
CHAPTER FOUR – Agonies
CHAPTER FIVE - The Binding of Miss Genevra Anderson
CHAPTER SIX - The Passionate Pain
CHAPTER SEVEN - Ma's Prisoner
CHAPTER EIGHT - Cut of Cord, Bite of Steel
CHAPTER NINE – Punishment
CHAPTER TEN - Her Master's Slave
CHAPTER ELEVEN - The Rape of Trinity
CHAPTER TWELVE - Prisoner for Life

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Later Genevra was to crossly tell herself she was old enough to have known better. But Trinity had palled and ten pence was not a lot of money. She counted out the coins and, without another thought, inserted her hand and then her arm to claim her prize. It would quite likely be a tour guide or a package of tea bags.
It did not happen instantly. Genevra was busily groping when her wrist was bitten by what she first supposed to be animal teeth. A few moments later she knew it had been encircled within a noose of wire which dragged her hand and arm painfully to where she stood pressed against the wall. Her arm stolen by a force unknown, her eyes roving frantically in search of help. But there was no help, she was alone.
The wrist of Miss Genevra Anderson hurt abominably. Genevra's tugs and twists elicited only pain until she stood panting and flushed to assess her plight. As yet she was not afraid.
Genevra had fought her battle with English facets which leaked in floods and with English heating devices in which there was no heat. No doubt this was one more case in which something was not working according to plan. When someone came to provide release they were going to get a few crisp American observations on English inefficiency.
Her wrist hurt more and more. She wondered if it would do any good to scream.
The school girl was delightfully English. She wore the femininely scholastic white and blue of the island's school uniforms, which Genevra had found attractive when a group were inarching together on the streets or playing in the fields. It was neat and tidy and left no doubt as to the wearer's status. The girl advanced several paces into the room and now stood surveying Genevra with vibrant interest. She might have been eighteen, although there was a hint of wisdom in the eyes which belied the trim white tunic and blue blouse. Brightly she observed, "You can't withdraw your arm, can you? You're fixed?"
For the first time Genevra felt concern, a concern overwhelm by irritation. "Of course I am fixed," she said angrily. "Surely you don't imagine I'd stand like this if I weren't. I'd be grateful if you could get me loose or go and get someone who can."
"You're very pretty," the girl said as though thinking aloud. "You're an American, aren't you? If I led to loose, would you mind being handcuffed for a while?"