Candace Spencer

Valley Of the Hostages: Extreme Taboo BDSM Erotica (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

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 - Captured!
CHAPTER TWO – Oasis
CHAPTER THREE - Tied Up for Dinner
CHAPTER FOUR - Girls Punished in the Night
CHAPTER FIVE - Captives on Display
CHAPTER SIX - Captives, Wet and Making Love
CHAPTER SEVEN - My First Cropping
CHAPTER EIGHT - I Get Shafted
CHAPTER NINE - A Wanton Hussy Gets What She Wants
CHAPTER TEN - Golden Secret
CHAPTER ELEVEN - Ambush!
CHAPTER TWELVE - So Close Yet So Far
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - Three Girls Tied and Tortured in One Bedroom
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - Golden Torture
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - Whipped Nipples
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - Rawhide Torment

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Juan unlocked my wrist at the first light of dawn. To say that I was a sorrow girl would be an understatement. I was sore, my arm and wrists hurt terribly and my feet ached something horrible.

Perhaps as a concession to my very chaffed and raw wrist, my hands were not secured again. Instead a pair of handcuffs were locked upon my ankles. It was just as effective as securing my hands behind me, I could not get them off and I certainly couldn't run. The tiny steps I had to take were both very limiting and humiliating. Rather than wait for me to hobble along, Juan simply picked me up in his arms and carried me back to my bedroom. Marlow was nowhere in sight, so Juan simply dumped me on the bed and left.

I could have tried to escape, tiny steps and all, but it seemed simply too much effort. And doomed to failure anyway. So I curled up on my side on the bed and fell asleep. I didn't feel like sleeping on my sore bottom.

Lunch was my first meal that day, spent at the table eating with my own hands for a change. My feet under the table were joined by handcuffs but I didn't mind. I was hungry and considerably refreshed by the morning nap. My wrist was red and bruised from the hard steel but otherwise unhurt. What felt worst was where my bare bottom came in contact with the hard wood of the chair. I fear I was almost constantly squirming and wiggling in vain efforts to get comfortable. The men said nothing, but I was sure they were enjoying my discomfort.

Produktdetails

• Verlag: Palimpsest Publishing
• Erscheinungstermin: 28. Juli 2017
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781543108972
• Artikelnr.: 59061529