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 - THE ARREST
CHAPTER TWO - THE DREAM
CHAPTER THREE – INGRID
CHAPTER FOUR - THE DREAM
CHAPTER FIVE – INGRID
CHAPTER SIX - THE SENTENCE
CHAPTER SEVEN - THE WHORE
CHAPTER EIGHT - THE STRAPS
CHAPTER NINE - THE CELL
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My waking up was pretty much a continuation of my dream. My eyes were wet with tears and I could not move. Liz had tied me tight and I hadn't tried to get loose, I hadn't moved. I was stiff and in a daze of wondering where I was at as though I had a choice between the dungeon at Modragel or the barred cell where some poor girl must once have cried herself to sleep. Maybe I was that girl? It was all so crazy and sea rev and way out.
My tied limbs didn't really want to move. They protested against chafed skin and the uselessness of trying to defeat Liz's rope. But I made an effort and heaved myself up on the cot and looked around. Everything was quiet and still, and the cell next door was empty. Trixie was gone. To make quite sure, and to wake myself up, I hopped my bound feet half way across my cell until the collar and chain on my neck snapped me back. I'd forgotten all about it but it was still there. Anyway, I could see Trixie's cell was empty, so I changed direction and hopped to the toilet bowl. The chain just barely let me get that far. Then I hopped back to my cot and sat down. I didn't even spare a thought to getting loose. It was hopeless and didn't matter anyway.
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CHAPTER ONE - THE ARREST
CHAPTER TWO - THE DREAM
CHAPTER THREE – INGRID
CHAPTER FOUR - THE DREAM
CHAPTER FIVE – INGRID
CHAPTER SIX - THE SENTENCE
CHAPTER SEVEN - THE WHORE
CHAPTER EIGHT - THE STRAPS
CHAPTER NINE - THE CELL
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My waking up was pretty much a continuation of my dream. My eyes were wet with tears and I could not move. Liz had tied me tight and I hadn't tried to get loose, I hadn't moved. I was stiff and in a daze of wondering where I was at as though I had a choice between the dungeon at Modragel or the barred cell where some poor girl must once have cried herself to sleep. Maybe I was that girl? It was all so crazy and sea rev and way out.
My tied limbs didn't really want to move. They protested against chafed skin and the uselessness of trying to defeat Liz's rope. But I made an effort and heaved myself up on the cot and looked around. Everything was quiet and still, and the cell next door was empty. Trixie was gone. To make quite sure, and to wake myself up, I hopped my bound feet half way across my cell until the collar and chain on my neck snapped me back. I'd forgotten all about it but it was still there. Anyway, I could see Trixie's cell was empty, so I changed direction and hopped to the toilet bowl. The chain just barely let me get that far. Then I hopped back to my cot and sat down. I didn't even spare a thought to getting loose. It was hopeless and didn't matter anyway.