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Postapocalypto
Dale rode his Yamaha quad as fast as he could navigate it, looking through the green glow of his night-vision goggles to see his way along the path. He had reached some odd terrain; not many trees, but a lot of small ditches that would easily bend a wheel or worse, an axle, if he pushed it too fast. He had to be careful, but he also had a long way to go with only a few more hours of darkness to conceal him. It was a cloudy cold evening and the moonlight was blocked by thick clouds. All better for him. He had a delivery to make and he needed all the darkness he could get. He would have preferred a nice loud thunderstorm to muffle the sounds of his machine, but it didn’t look like rain this evening.
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Hell had never reigned from the sky as doomsayers anticipated. When the nations decided to try to eliminate one another, the method of doing so rode the winds and waters. Many different biological variations were utilized that decimated huge populations on all continents. One variation, however, was particularly selective in its purpose, only affecting males. While the general population decreased by over 70% as a result of hostilities between the superpowers, the world’s male population saw a 90% reduction as a result of this particular strain’s highly contagious nature.
Sixteen years after the great conflict, the strain had become a disease carried by all humans, but still was only harmful to men. Almost every male eventually caught the disease, but only one in ten survived it. About one third of those were forever incapacitated, spending the remainder of their lives in vegetative states as a result of incredibly high fevers. Those that survived developed an immunity to the disease and were not affected further, but remained carriers of the virus.
Dale, busy navigating the terrain, did not notice another figure standing in the open hatch of an armored personnel carrier, but the figure noticed him. She eyed him first through her heat-sensitive scope, the heat of his Yamaha’s engine giving him away, despite his attempts to cloak it with a heat-resistant coating. In the daylight, this may have worked, as the heat signature was not unlike that of a boulder warmed in the sunlight (albeit a moving one), but in the cool evening, and in the wide-open as they were, his yellow-orange signature stood out in stark contrast to his surroundings. Switching to her night vision scope, she could see greater detail. And she could see the difficulty he was having with the mini-trenches that had been dug row after row to slow runners like him down. She calmly pushed the button on her radio headset to transmit, and informed the other two units in her platoon that a rider was approaching their position.
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The world had carried on after the end of the conflict, albeit at a greatly reduced rate of population growth. Treaties were signed and the entire surviving world seemed to realize what it had done to itself. With so many men dead, women assumed positions of power and influence. A few wealthy and powerful men remained, but virtually all the world’s leaders were now female. At first, laws were passed in most major countries to allow the few remaining men to take multiple wives. These male-centered laws were put into place as a method of population replenishment. As time went by, however, the sense of power rapidly shifted toward the female sex, and keeping men at the center of leadership in the family became as outmoded as keeping them in political power.
As wealth and power was redistributed, men were generally reduced to status symbols for the elite female population. At first, many wealthy women did what they could to lure men into relationships, but soon found that men were too apt to stray as a result of having so many women constantly throwing themselves at them. For a time, it became nearly impossible for any woman to keep a man unless he truly wanted to be with her, because he could choose from so many others.
Dale and his Yamaha came to the end of the large open area he had traveled for the past 2 miles, and was staring up a large hill, largely covered in trees. He would have to ride directly up the hill, navigating the woods along the way. He knew that the other side of the hill marked the halfway point of his journey, according to his map. Although he had been running for years, he had never made the trip to the colony north of his before, so he was nervous as he eyed the wood line before him. With a sigh, he eased out on the clutch and replaced it with a measure of petrol, beginning his ascent of the hill.
Given the utter decimation of the male population, having a man of one’s own was an almost unattainable dream for most women. Still, many women agreed to share, and many men who had been previously attached chose to stay with the women they loved.
As with any high-value commodity, at some point a black market emerged. While the governments of the world condemned the practice officially, many of the most influential women in the world were the very ones involved in this new clandestine institution, which was nothing more than a very organized slave trade.
Many of the world’s men had seen the slave trade emerging as fellow men began to turn up missing without explanation. These males banded together and along with their wives and families moved to unpopulated areas- areas not uncommon after the thinning of the world population only a decade before. They formed colonies within their respective countries. Many of these colonies were formed in towns abandoned during the conflict, where housing and other structures and utility systems already existed. Soon after moving to these colonies, the men elected their own leaders.
Two armored personnel carriers took up positions behind trees at the base of the large hill Dale was ascending on his quad. They had been radioed by the third APV a general course heading and were able to gather from that the approximate area Dale would arrive at when he got to the hill. Seeing him approach for over a mile now, they had been given plenty of time to prepare for his arrival. The APVs were over 100 meters apart, but the two squads of female mercenaries had eyed Dales position and the eight women carefully moved in as he got closer and his general course narrowed. The third APV, the one that had first spotted Dale, followed a half-kilometer behind him with another squad of 4 women inside. It would block any attempt he made to retreat.
As Dale got closer to the hiding squads lying in wait, tire spikes were laid out, and lines between the trees were quickly strung up in the general area where Dale was expected to be heading, in case the other methods of removing him from his machine failed.
Up the hill Dale rode, starting to actually feel safer now that he was not out in the open. His predators kept still, lying in wait for him as he drew nearer to them. 100 meters, 80 meters?..
The governments of the world’s leading countries, now almost exclusively led by women, dealt quite gingerly at first with the idea of having independent colonies governed by males popping up within their own borders, a move that amounted to seceding from their respective unions. No direct military action was taken, but within a short time all official lines of communication between the colonies were blocked in a purported effort to keep the colonies from allying with one another and possibly mounting any type of military threat.
Not only was communication blocked, but travel between colonies was eventually blocked as well. This effectively rendered each colony an island to itself. So while the militaries of the world’s governments took no direct action, they did mount armed patrols that enforced the no-communication zones, keeping cell towers or hard lines from being installed. All satellite and radio signals were scrambled, even HAM radio signals. Furthermore, any person caught in the non-com zones between colonies was arrested on sight. If that person was male, he was sometimes not heard from for weeks or months and in some cases, never.
Eventually, government patrols were reduced in number in favor of privately-funded paramilitary companies which formed their own patrols and worked off government contracts to supplement the needs of the military. These companies were comprised mainly of squads of female ex-government soldiers roaming the cities and countryside in APVs, looking for men to arrest for supposed violations of the non-communications act. These private firms were far less regulated than their government counterparts, and as such it created an environment ripe for unofficial activity. When the privately-funded patrols began, virtually all detainees caught in the non-com zones never returned to the colonies. Even female detainees were arrested and held indefinitely, discouraging the use of women as message carriers.
The private companies that assumed the governments’ patrol duties were basically run by the slave traders, a fact not particularly unknown to the governments which looked the other way. After all, every male citizen that could be repatriated was considered a production unit, one that produced taxpaying citizens. The governments of the world were not about to question the legality of any woman who became impregnated, with a don’t ask, don’t tell policy regarding the entire process.
Eventually, as a result of the relentless mercenary patrols, all communication between the colonies had to be relegated to ‘runners’ that rode high-powered all-terrain vehicles. The runners typically rode at night and would average 10-20 kilometers per hour across varied terrain. It was a risky job, and many runners never made it to their destinations. But communication was deemed necessary to the survival of the colonies by their leaders who felt it was only a matter of time before sanctioned kidnapping raids would be levied upon them by the governments of the world in an attempt to save their dwindling populations.
Dale saw something out the corner of his night vision goggles, but it was too late. He could feel the coarse threading of a large net as it came down over his body, nearly knocking him off the quad. In a reflexive action, he gunned the gas lever and the powerful ATV surged forward with a loud revving of the engine. The net was still all over him, and there seemed to be some weight on it. He could see through his goggles enough to notice a gloved hand on his right back fender, still holding onto the net’s lanyards. He leaned forward as far as he could and shifted down a gear to improve his ability to climb. He looked down and saw the hand no longer there, and the net also seemed to get lighter. In fact, he was able to move the net mostly off of him. That’s when something hit him about chest-high that removed him from the bike completely, leaving him looking straight up into the air at the tree limbs above him.
The line had been placed between two trees and had caught him with one arm in the air as he had attempted to remove the large net. His chest hurt awfully and he felt he would have a difficult time breathing, but he managed to get up as he knew the seriousness of his situation.
He could hear footsteps approaching from behind him as well as what sounded like a female voice shouting out in pain. He instinctively ran up the hill. He could see his bike rolling on its own about 20 meters ahead of him, and then it hit a tree, stopping the engine. If he could get to it he might can start the engine again quickly and get away. He tried to run to the bike, despite the burning pain in his chest.
That’s when he felt the voltage hit him in the back, rendering him paralyzed.
Down he went, face-first into the leaves and dirt. His body was in such pain that he could not even catch a breath, much less make an articulated move. In rapid fashion, he could feel weight on his legs, his butt, and his upper shoulders, with more weight pressing directly down on his head, driving it into the ground further. He felt his hands being pulled around behind his back roughly, without regard given to the natural way his arms folded.
Corporal Bridgette Abrams, with her knee firmly planted into Dale’s lower back-upper butt area, had one side of her high-security hinged handcuffs around the runner’s right wrist before she even drew it behind his back. His other wrist followed shortly thereafter, rendering his hands and arms virtually useless, with his palms facing outward, making it virtually impossible to let himself out of the restraints even with a key. She quickly double-locked the handcuffs to keep them from tightening further, although she had made every effort to put them on as tightly as possible to begin with. She looked back at private Melissa Onarsky, who was facing away from her, sitting on Dale’s legs, busily securing leg chains to his ankles. These had about 40cm of chain between them, enabling a shifty stride for walking but ruling running out entirely. In front of her, private Tonya Benson had one knee on the runner’s upper back, and was busy pulling the other knee off his head, replacing it quickly with her hand and pulling his night-vision goggles off. Once they were removed, she quickly put her palm down into the back of his head once more, pinning him down while the others finished restraining him.
The other five women stood around the restraint team, one of them cursing and holding her injured hand, shaking it and looking it over closely under her night vision goggles. Beside her, one of the women was holstering a stun stick that she had used to incapacitate the runner. Her name was Sergeant Felicia Tompkins, and she would be in charge of delivering this prisoner to the closest detention facility. It was her squad that physically captured the prisoner. This was important; although all twelve members of the platoon would be credited for the arrest, any bonus compensation was based on who did what in a takedown. The ones that came into most physical contact with the prisoner during an arrest were awarded extra pay. That was Felicia’s squad in this case.
With his hands and feet chained, Dale writhed in agony as the effects of the shock took time to wear off. As Bridgette Adams stood up after securing his wrists, Melissa Ornasky moved off of his legs, turned around from his side, produced a short chain and a sturdy lock from one of the side pockets of her tight fatigue pants. She then pulled Dale’s feet up behind him near to his wrists, looped the short chain around the hinges of the handcuffs and the links of the leg chains, wrapped it around twice, and put the lock through two of the links, securing his feet to his arms. When this was done, Private Benson stood up from her position at Dale’s head and shoulders. Now all the weight was off of Dale, but he still struggled to breathe.
The four young women that had comprised the restraint team now stood over Dale, catching their own breath for a few moments. Bridgette put her foot onto Dale’s back, just to keep him from rolling down the hill, perhaps. The four women in the other squad had already turned their attention to his Yamaha quad, and one was climbing onto it to see if she could get it to start. He heard it rumble to life, and could hear the women discussing the best way to get it dislodged from the undergrowth where it had parked itself.
But the four women that stood over him now started to talk. He could hear the radio one or more of them wore, getting a message about removing all traps and spikes. Dale figured they would not leave them here for another runner to hit and possibly hurt himself on. No, they would not want to actually damage a prisoner where he would not be able to get medical treatment and survive. A dead male prisoner was worthless to them.
One of the women in the other squad rode past him a few feet away on his bike, stopping to talk to the one to the one that had used the shock stick on him. It was agreed that the other squad would go collect all the traps and would take them back to their respective vehicles using Dale’s ATV. Another girl hopped onto the bike with her, and they rode off up the hill. The other two walked off toward the west, presumably back to their vehicle.
Dale finally managed to catch a breath, although his current hogtie position made it difficult.
Sgt. Felicia Tompkins announced to her squad that it was a job well-done. She then instructed the two lower-ranking young ladies, Tonya and Melissa, to monitor Dale’s breathing. They were to remove the connector chain from his feet to his hands as soon as he started breathing again normally. Then they were to walk him back to the APV.
Dale rolled his head over as far as he could see, and noticed the Sergeant and Corporal Adams walking away from him a bit, also sensing the presence of the two privates standing over him. One of them, Tonya, the one that had mashed his head into the dirt, knelt down beside him now with relative kindness. She introduced herself by her first name, and informed Dale that he was under arrest for suspicion of violating one or more articles of the non-communication act, then told him she was now going to search him for weapons and identification.
Without waiting for him to speak, she and Melissa both began running their hands all over Dale’s hogtied form. They patted him up and down his body, inside and between his legs, under his arms. Then one of them put her hands down into his pants. Any other time, this may have produced an exciting result, but her prisoner was still in a state of shock from the traumatic experience he had suffered moments before.
Dale had been armed with an SKS rifle that was mounted on the back of his quad, but it was long gone for him now and certainly not something he could have hidden on his person. All he had on him was a small survival knife, which Melissa promptly confiscated. He carried no identification, but it didn’t really matter to the women. They hadn’t even yet asked him his name. Perhaps they didn’t see the need to name livestock, he surmised.
Dale could barely see anything in the dark without his night vision goggles. He could only make out forms and shapes, and those not very well. The women’s hands stopped rummaging for contraband and he could feel one of them picking at his chains. Suddenly the connecting chain between the hinged cuffs and his leg irons were released, and his legs were allowed to relax back to the ground.
Sergeant Tompkins and Corporal Adams walked back over to the chained male prisoner as the two privates were helping him to his feet, taking a position on either side of him, interlocking their arms through his elbows to support him as well as to secure him. As the young women helped him to his feet, he could smell their perfume and shampoo, and his face inadvertently brushed across the chest area of the one that had called herself Tonya. He noticed how soft she felt there, despite the harshness she had displayed when helping to get him restrained.
Sergeant Tompkins instructed the girls to walk Dale back to the APV. Now able to speak, he protested that he could walk better without chains on his legs. Tonya took the opportunity to elbow him in the side- not very hard, but almost out of warning rather than to punish him. But it was too late, Sergeant Tompkins was up in his face in a split second, slapping him hard across the mouth. She informed him that his mouth was to be kept shut from here on out. Then she withdrew the shock stick and held it up to his face. Upon seeing the instrument of pain and anguish and having a freshly-gained respect for it, he nodded his head up and down as she barked at him, unable to muster a sound from his mouth.
Slowly the five figures made their way down the hill, through the brush and low-hanging limbs. Dale could not see where he was going, and his chained feet struggled to keep up with the four women and their unencumbered legs. At times, the two women privates half-carried him along between their interlocked elbows. His hands trailed uselessly behind his back, making it difficult to balance himself, especially down the hilly terrain.
They finally arrived at the APC, and Corporal Adams opened the back hatch. Light poured out from inside, and all the women removed their night vision goggles.
Sergeant Tompkins and Corporal Adams moved into the vehicle and went up towards the front of it to the drivers’ seats. The sergeant instructed Tonya and Melissa to prep the prisoner for transport.
With that, Tonya moved around to face Dale and asked him if he needed to pee. Dale finally got a decent look at one of his captors. She was a very pretty girl in her early or mid 20’s, with dark hair and eyes. Her mouth was kind of smallish and her features angular but very feminine.
?What??? Dale asked. Tonya informed Dale that they would be riding for as much as 80 kilometers and once secured into the vehicle, he would not be allowed to stop to use the bathroom. Dale had actually stopped to pee a little before his rendezvous with the mercenary squad, and told Tonya he didn’t need to go right now.
?Very well, be very still now?, Tonya said as she nodded at Melissa, who still held Dale’s arm. Keeping the handcuffs and leg irons on, each of the girls produced fairly large knives and began to remove Dales clothing by cutting it off his body. In seconds, nothing was left, leaving Dale standing naked in the cold air. Both of the girls walked around in front of Dale after they had cut all his clothes off. They both eyed his flaccid penis hanging out in the breeze, and he felt that even though he was of average length, as cold as he was, it must certainly be shrinking before their very eyes. He felt so embarrassed, but had no choice but to stand there and endure the humiliation.
He noticed that Melissa was equally beautiful and roughly the same age as Tonya, but with lighter hair than her, and with lighter eyes, possibly blue but it was difficult to see in the light from the back of the APC. Both had their hair pulled back into pony tails and wore only light makeup. Both wore identical uniforms consisting of rather tight dark-colored fatigue pants with large pockets on the thighs, and both carried Glock pistols on their right hips.
In addition, each had a utility belt with spare magazines, a couple of nondescript pouches with unknown contents, and each girl had one pouch directly under the center of her back. Out of the tops of these pouches he could make out the center hinges of handcuffs, which explained to him why there was so little flexibility between the cuffs on his wrists. On a quick-release ring around the back of Tonya’s belt he could see 4 or 5 long heavy white zip ties, he presumed to be used to restrain multiple prisoners in a riot situation. Both girls had very nice figures, accentuated by the tight fit of the fatigue pants, and cinched nicely at their waists by the equipment belts.
They wore short dark tight jackets with their last names on their pockets, and some type of company symbol on the shoulders.
As for Dale, however, he wore nothing except his metal restraints, and he was getting cold. He heard the large armored personnel carrier rumble to life, and the two girls promptly herded their prisoner into the back doorway of the vehicle. Tonya whispered softly to him ?I know you’re cold- the exhaust will heat you a bit while we finish up here?.
Dale didn’t know why, but he had already sensed that Tonya had been kind to him under the circumstances, and now he was certain that she must have a soft spot for him. Melissa, who hadn’t spoken the first word to him, stepped up into the vehicle to retrieve something from a storage bin while Tonya held the hinges of his cuffed hands behind his back with one hand, placing the other hand on his right shoulder.
Taking the only opportunity he thought he may have, Dale turned his head back to Tonya and met her eyes with his. ?Please, if you want to be nice to me, help me escape.? Dale whispered. Tonya said nothing but pulled down tighter on Dale’s wrists, simultaneously pulling down on his shoulder and bending him backward a little. Just then, Melissa turned back to the pair holding several items in her hands.
Melissa spoke up as she approached Dale and Tonya. ?Ok, it’s time to get you restrained for the trip to the detention facility.? Dale couldn’t believe what he was hearing. What did she mean ‘get him restrained’? Was he not already helplessly restrained as it was?
Tonya seemed to sense Dale’s incredulous reaction, and told him that certain measures must be utilized to ensure the safety of the prisoner and the crew during transport. With that she firmly instructed him to get to his knees, putting her own knees into the backs of his legs to emphasize the point and to destabilize him. His knees were on the ground almost immediately, and he did not struggle when she applied pressure to the back of his head, guiding him downward face-first onto the back floor of the APC. He sensed Melissa above him moving down out of the vehicle to take a position behind him to his left.
He could not recognize what was in her hand, a long leather device which she wrapped around his lower arms. An expanded area at the bottom completely encased his hands below the handcuffs. The expanded area tapered and forced his hands, which were inserted back-to-back, together all the way to the tips of his fingernails. His thumbs, however, protruded from small holes in the device, allowing him to wiggle them freely. The rest of his fingers, however, were completely immobilized now. Melissa tightened some laces and his hands were effectively welded together. Now she tightened a strap on the device up near Dale’s elbows. In doing so, she put a knee on his back and used all her strength to cinch is as tightly as she could, causing him to grunt in pain.
As she did this, Tonya reached from behind her belt and withdrew one of the large white zip ties. She wrapped it around Dale’s wrists directly above the handcuffs and pulled it nice and snug. With that, Melissa felt safe to remove Corporal Adam’s handcuffs from Dale’s wrists. She unlocked them and moved forward into the vehicle to return the strict restraints to Corporal Adams, who nonchalantly folded them and leaned forward in her seat to return them to the holder on her belt. She said nothing to Melissa as she was busy conversing with someone on the radio.
Dale did feel some relief with the removal of the handcuffs which had been applied cruelly tight. Still, he never felt the smallest amount of freedom. The large zip tie and the bottom of the single glove restraint device held him fast at the hands and wrists, and the top strap held his elbows. His elbows were not quite touching, but certainly closer together than was natural. Tonya cut the end of the zip tie off with a small pair of cutting pliers Melissa had brought for just that purpose. Rather than cutting the zip tie loose, she would just lace the glove up over it, providing extra security for her prisoner. She pulled the heavy leather lace hard and tight with every set of holes, and eventually got to the top near Dale’s elbows. She temporarily undid the strap that had been holding his elbows together, and finished lacing the glove up, putting the ends back down into the glove when she finished.
Dale didn’t say a word, partly worrying about what Tonya might be thinking, but primarily worried what Sergeant Tompkins would do to him if she caught him talking. As far as he knew, she was still up front in the APC, but he knew that as loud as the thing was and with his face buried in the floor of the vehicle, that she could be standing right over him now and he wouldn’t notice it.
After Tonya finished lacing Dale’s arms up, she then went back to the straps. One went directly over the place at his wrists where the zip tie was, offering triple security in that location. There was another strap at the forearms, and one more at the elbows. Two more long straps went around on each side of Dale’s neck, crossing each other at his chest, and returned back under his arms to secure the entire contraption to his body. Meanwhile, Melissa had returned and produced a large heavy thick collar and proceeded to put it around Dale’s neck. From the collar hung a strap that buckled to another strap which was made into the top of Dale’s single glove restraint, from the area between his elbows. The buckle had a place for a small lock where the two pieces joined, and a small sturdy lock was promptly snapped into place. He was now firmly and inescapably secured into the single glove restraint.
Tonya reached into the pile of items Melissa had brought forth earlier and withdrew a small device, holding it up to Dale’s face, softly muttering the word ?thumbcuffs? to him as she moved around behind him, snapping them onto his wiggling thumbs.
?You need to stand up now? Melissa told him as she and Tonya pulled up on Dale’s welded-together arms. He grunted in discomfort as they pulled him up, but then he found his feet and was able to stand mostly unassisted. Melissa and Tonya instructed him to put his weight on their shoulders and lift his feet up to get into the APC, which he did. They stood him up over a cot-sized bench that ran perpendicular to the length of the vehicle. The bench was covered with what looked to be a big piece of thick canvas. They told him they would ease him down onto it face-down. He again complied, and quickly Melissa went to work on his legs, strapping them together above and below his knees. When his upper legs were firmly secured, she removed the leg irons, promptly replacing them with a wide leather strap tight around his ankles.
Tonya, in the meantime, had to go to the front of the vehicle to confer with the corporal and the sergeant. When she got to the front, Dale had a good view of her shapely backside as she squatted down between the seats. As she bent down, he noticed she was wearing a thong as the strap became visible over the top of her fatigue pants. Very nice, he thought, and for the first time since his capture, he began to feel aroused. She turned back to look at him as she spoke to her superiors. He could not hear what was being said over the engine noise, but he saw her shaking her head up and down, and then back and forth, and then up and down again. Finally she turned around and asked Melissa if she was ready.
Ready for what ? Before he could wonder about it long, he felt Melissa pull his strapped legs up behind him again, and he could feel her attaching some type of cord or strap from his bound ankles to a large metal ring on the wrist strap of his single glove. Tonya was directly in front of Dale while this was being done, and Dale was about thigh-level to her, his face only inches from her crotch. She leaned in forward a bit as Melissa pulled firmly on the attachment between Dale’s arm and leg restraints, putting him once again into a tight hogtie. Tonya’s hand rested on his head momentarily, almost petting him while the hogtie was being applied, perhaps out of pity for him, perhaps to keep her balance? he didn’t know.
This was actually tighter than the hogtie the restraint team had applied to him earlier with the chains and shackles, mostly because of the tightness of the single glove, he figured.
Melissa secured the attachment strap holding Dale’s single glove firmly to his ankles, and put a lock through the ring to hold it in place. After she was finished, she looked over at Tonya and nodded with a quick smile, and patted Dale firmly on his naked butt cheek to finalize his predicament. Nothing like a butt-pat to make the prisoner realize the extent to which he is helpless, she figured.
Meanwhile, Tonya went back over behind Dale to the dwindling pile of items Melissa had laid out. When she came back she knelt down beside him and explained that she had seen no need for it, but that the sergeant and the corporal had ordered Dale to receive what is known as the ‘head treatment’. This meant he would be gagged for the trip, so as to be unable to garner sympathy from any of his captors by pleading with them. Also, she had been ordered to blindfold him and plug his ears so as to keep him from seeing or hearing any information that may be discussed during the trip.
Tonya bent down further and whispered quickly into Dale’s ear ?I’m very sorry?. Melissa then handed her some soft putty wax, which she promptly stuffed into Dale’s ear canals, one at a time. Dale did not resist, moving his head from one side to the other with only a slight prompting from Tonya’s hand. Melissa then handed her a full-harness ballgag, which she strapped onto Dale’s head. She waited until after she had tightened every last strap, at the top and sides and in front of his chin, as long as possible before she fitted the big black rubber ball into his mouth behind his teeth. She knew it would be quite uncomfortable and actually would start hurting his jaws after time. No sense in beginning that discomfort any sooner than necessary, she figured. Once it was in his mouth, however, she did take proper care to tighten it in securely. The sergeant would be furious if the ball came out for any reason.
Next came the blindfold, which attached to the harness for the ballgag. It had six snaps and was relatively quick to put onto Dale. Tonya’s was the last face he saw as she fitted the covering over his eyes. Then came earphones, similar to what is used at a gun range to protect hearing. Here she used these in conjunction with the wax she had put into his ears to keep him from hearing anything. He was truly deprived of his senses at this point.
Now came the final restraint: Dale could only feel as Melissa and Tonya pulled up on the canvas he had laid on earlier. They pulled it up and back around him, connecting eyelets on opposite sides of the canvas bundling bag with small locking rings, the kind often used by rock climbers. Then they pulled four separate chains, also with larger locking rings at each end, from a heavy steel frame situated above the bench. They attached these larger rings to the smaller rings that held the bag closed. While attaching these, they hoisted him up one corner at a time so he now hung in the bag a few centimeters off the bench. Once the bag with their prisoner inside was hanging, the girls took 3 large leather straps and wrapped them firmly around the bag to further secure it.
Dale was now firmly hogtied, tightly bundled inside the thick canvas bag with only his head sticking out one end, and deprived of his senses. Tonya noticed Dale’s head hanging down, and instructed Melissa to hand her a small connecting chain which she affixed to a D-ring on the back of his harness gag. The other end she attached to the frame above him, pulling it upwards until his head was in an upright position. She then locked the chain into place with a small padlock. This supported Dale’s head and would keep him from straining his neck downward, although it would significantly restrict his freedom of movement.
The all-clear was given to the drivers, and Dale could feel the vehicle start to move. He was now moving toward an uncertain fate but was completely helpless to do anything about it.
End of Chapter 1
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Veronica Leal Loves to fuck. This particular day she wanted to fulfill her fantasy. She told her husband that she wanted to have a threesome with him and another man. He wasn’t so into the idea. He decided to go take a shower to clear his mind. While he was in the bathroom, a vacuum salesman knocked on the front door. At first, Veronica wanted to send him packing, but she soon realized that she could use him to get her way. She pulled him in and started sucking his cock in the kitchen. At this...
xmoviesforyouThere is a fierce rivalry between the dark elves and the Star Blade tribe. While the dark elves make formidable mages they are not equal to the fighting prowess of the surface elves."I giggled as I took the clothing from my inventory and put it on. I pulled the hood of my cloak up and drew my silver sword. I found a spot to reveal myself to the dark elves. I cried out and brandished my blade. The three looked up and saw the sun flash off my weapon and let go of their cocks and beat a hasty...
Dear Connie, I called this morning but got no answer. I'm at the library now writing this and looking at your pictures and dreaming a little bit. I know you won't mind if I mentally undress you. I saw the redhead last nite but have decided to cancel all plans. She is too inhibited and would rather get serious than enjoy life. I don't want to get involved. I've heard that redheads are quite passionate but I believe she would be the exception... too conservative. Oh well! back to the...
MOM KE SATH GARAM SEX pART-I Dosto yeh ghatna mere jiwan ka ek bada hi shandar experience hai, yeh us samay ki bat hai jab meri umar 17 yrs kit hi, mujhme jawani kudne lagi thi aur mujhe aurto aur ladkiyo me interest aane laga tha. Meri maa bahut pyar se mera khayal rakhtee the aur mai humesha unke pas pas rahana pasand karta tha. Meri mom bahut hi sexy aur sundar thi, kya body shape tha, ekdam gori chitti lumbe lumbe kale bal kareeb 5’5″ aur figure 38-26-38 tha. Maine kai bar mom aur dad ko...
Once again, I was alone and I was horny. It had been weeks since my cock had even seen any pussy, let alone fucked any. I had the feeling my balls were turning a deep shade of blue. I had to find something better than just masturbating all the time. But, since I didn't have any regular pussy, jerking off was pretty much my only outlet. So there I was, another night at home, cock in hand, watching my favorite ass-fucking porno. Some red-headed beauty with a body that could stop traffic was...
I trudged past the baggage carousels in the arrivals hall wheeling my carry-on bag behind me. What was supposed to have been a relatively quick three night business trip through Miami and then Boston had turned into a week-long nightmare. Before I’d even landed in Boston, the problem that I thought I’d resolved for my client in Miami flared up again. I had no choice but to return to South Florida to re-extinguish the fire. For a Canadian, spending a week in Miami in early March sounds quite...
My Dr visit 2019I know they all start out the same because that's how Dr. offices seem to do it sorry!Like the previous years I had my annual Dr. appointment and since now both the nurse and the Dr. know I'm a feminine male (the male term I use very loosely:) I really don't have to hide the fact and as before my recent visit certainly validates that. I showed up wearing cute green girls shorts and cute lacy panties underneath, topped off with a somewhat feminine blouse that did not really...
Kat called us in to eat about an hour later. One question was answered instantly. She sure as hell can cook! My mother couldn't cook for shit and unfortunately she passed that on to me along with my low self esteem. But my grandmother was a great cook. Kat's dinner was every bit as good as anything my grandmother ever made. Kat was uncomfortable. Not because she was sitting there naked with us. Well, maybe that, too. But I'm pretty sure that she was more uncomfortable because she was...
*** Back at Danny’s house, everything was great as Danny turned the cold silver key, locking his front door as Jake made himself comfortable on the soft, black, leather sofa. Jake had been to Danny’s house hundreds of times in the past, of course he had, they were best friends, but this time, it was different. It felt special. It was the first time he had been there since they had become more than just friends. He couldn’t stop smiling. He was elated with their newly evolved...
Hi dosto aap ne is story ka agla part padha or bahot sare dosto ne mail kiya sach bolu to kisi ladki ke mail nahi the iss se muje koi fark nahi padta me yaha story kisi ka shath sex karne ke irade me hi nahi likhta hu. Par me ne jo kiya wo yaha likh ke apani khusi dikhata hu. Ladki na sahi par bahot achhe dosto ne muje ye story likh ne ko bola is liye jald hi likh raha hu.warna abhi 10 dino ke bad likhne wala tha. Ab aap ni story pe aate hai. Me rohit gujrat ke ahmedabad ke 1 gau se hu. Aap ne...
L'avevo notata da qualche giorno quella ragazza sul Bus e mi chiedevo tutte le volte come poteva sentirsi a suo agio con quell'abbigliamento così provocante. Camicie decisamemte scollate, ed osservandola attentamente si poteva notare che il piú delle volte sotto mancava il reggiseno. Le gonne erano il suo pezzo preferito, sempre molto corte e senza calze, non ricordo di averla mai vista con altro abbigliamento nella parte di sotto. Anzi, ripensandoci, di tanto in tanto indossava una sorta di...
Sure enough, when I joined Steve and Glenda for coffee, Steve told me, "I want you to go in this morning and set your people up for three or four weeks. They can call you on your cell phone if they're stuck, but I want you out of your office for most of a month. You've not missed a day, and the only time you've really taken off has been for flying lessons, and I consider those to be part of your duties. You've used almost every minute of your spare time for more flying lessons and hours,...
Wife's First BBC and FUCKLICKYou might think "How can a man watch another man seduce his wife and not stop it?" I asked myself the same question everyday, but I could come up with no logical answer. Karen is a beautiful petite blonde girl and had never had another cock in her since our marriage fifteen years ago. At 34, her eyes still sparkle and she's a prim and proper wife and appears that butter wouldn't melt to on lookers but she's a secret slut in the bedroom & especially when she's...
"Hey there, you ok?" he asked with concern. Sophie's bottom lip trembled slightly as she nodded. The man had dark hair that was combed back, dressed in a high priced suit. Eye's the color of a stone with a stern deep, yet gentle, voice. "Well good, don't cry now. You're too pretty to be sad." He ran his thumb over her cheek and grinned at her before pinching her nose. "I've got your nose! Oh no!" he pulled his hand back, pretending to keep her nose. Sophie gasped as her small...
CHAPTER EIGHT: One of the things about ‘ignoring the world’ that Mitch finally gave into was cell coverage. And, I think it was only because of me. I really think he would have been perfectly happy and content without easy contact with the outside world, but he saw my becoming a major part of his life as something needing a reconsideration. I tried arguing with him, but that only seemed to strengthen his resolve. He felt we needed easier contact with the outside world and especially for...
Hello Dosto! Mera naam Rahul hai (name changed) aur main ISS ka bahut bada fan hu. Mujhe incest aur rishton mein sex karna bahut pasand hai. Meri umar 23 ki hai aur well settled hu. Aap sab ne meri pehli story ‘Nisha Ka Nasha’, parts 1, 2 aur 3 ko khub pasand kiya. Iss story mein apko batane ja raha hu ki kaise meri pyari, sexy Nisha maasi mere ahosh mein aayi, aur kaise maine unki choot ki pyaas bujhai. Mera lund 5.5 inch ka hai aur 1.5 inch mota hai. Jo log naye hai unhe meri jaan Nisha ke...
finally we gave in!!!...it was my wife's 40th birthday and after all the years we had been together(what to buy her)..we talked 1 night in bed about parties presents and so on,,but she wanted none of them i'll leave it you surprise me..i was in the pub with my mate Alan and we were talking about this problem and out the the blue Alan said with a smile on his face,,get her a new cock!!! what..that's right treat her to a younger man..i was in shock,,Alan said that's what i gave my wife but she 50...
Ye kahani meri aur meri cousin dooly ki hai. Dolly ki height 5 feet, rang gora,choochi 32 ke karib aur gaand 36 hai. Badi mast dekhti hai wo. Hum bachpan se bahut achhe dost rahe hai. Jab hum 18 saal ke the jab se hum ek doosre ko kis karne lage the. Phir jab bhi hum milte kiss karte. Ek baar jab wo mere ghar rehne aayi, to mein akela tha. Mummy, papa bahar gaye hue the. tab mujhe laga ye achha mauka hai chudai karne ka. Hamesha ki tarah humne milte hi ek doosre ko kiss kiya. Doophar ka waqt...
A couple of months ago I went to visit the parents of one of my old school friends to see how he was doing as I haven't spoken to him for a long time and neither have our other friends from the school. When I got round his dad answered the door and invited me in so we sat down and talked for a little while. After about 10 minutes my friends mother came back home from doing some errands and we all continued to sit talking in the living room. This brought back a lot of memories as I used to go...
Everybody sat up late watching television but paying little attention to the programs, all lost in their own thoughts trying to make sense of the day’s events. Finally, from pure emotional exhaustion, first Adam, then Lynn and lastly, Aaron went to bed. Next morning Aaron had to satisfy himself that Lynn would be okay staying home from school by herself, then he waited with Adam for the school bus before heading off himself in the pickup. During lunch break he got a call from Fran who had...
The Art Of Seduction-Corrupting couplesAll the stories in the Art Of Seduction series are based on the true experiences of my husband and I. These stories can be read in the order of publication. Which is the chronological order of events as we experienced them. Or they can be read as individual stand alone stories.*****Friday night 7:00 PMJohn slowly eased into his patio lounge chair. Sighing, he grabbed the remote and flicked on the sixty inch flatscreen tv mounted to the back wall. After...
Major Talmadge was professor of applied physics at Princeton, and his curiosity was piqued when a protegé of his asked him to document an attempt to travel back in time. He was determined to do this despite the fact that Talmadge had explained in detail about paradoxes, such as going back in time and killing one's own father! He cautioned young Alec about claiming abilities that conventional science had pretty much agreed was impossible. Nevertheless, given Alec's wealth of knowledge and...
Sorry for the HUGE delay, Will do these more often I promise!!- - - - - - - - - - - - As I left the class I was filled with relief that the class was over, but dread at the thought of an evening with Adam. Before I could think about that too much I had to head back to see Jodie, and finally get this plug removed. I clicked down the empty corridor to the reception area & found Jodie tapping away at her computer, she looked up and a huge smile grew across her face. "Look at the **state** of...
Surf Shark sounds like the name of the gargantuan beast that attacked me off the coast of Hawaii, but nah, this shark is here to protect you as you surf, not bite your dick off. Unlike most of the websites I review here at ThePornDude, this one ain’t even dick-oriented. Of course, one of their main functions is helping you surf the web anonymously and privately, and we all know exactly what you’re going to do with all that extra anonymity and privacy. (In case you’re a little dense, that’s a...
Best VPN Sites“Shall we have a meeting?” Kevin Humphreys asked the hundreds that were gathered. Jenny had given John a hug just after Dar took the bag of black boxes for Vid and the Russian Space Program, “What are you smiling about?” “I think the two Presidents may have bonded.” John smiled as he looked in Jenny’s eyes. “I agree, that’s worth smiling about.” Jenny gave John a kiss. Reverend Jacob approached John and Jenny, “I’m calling for volunteers to fly home and see how much damage we got. From...
FELIX becomes FELICITY Chapter 5 ..My Mum and David had announced their impending marriage with a ceremony planned in about 6 weeks time. No guessing who was to be bridesmaids. The week before we were due to start back to school Jasmine mentioned at breakfast that Thomas wanted to take her to the cinema that night and that they had talked about a foursome me with Bradley . “Not a chance in hell,”I stated. My Mum smiled but then David butted in, “No I think you should go Felicity dear.” I...
Since the early days of my youth as a teen I have had a fetish for sucking cocks. Whenever my friends would come over to visit we would go downstairs to the playroom and sit around looking through the stash of porn magazines I had hidden away. Mostly it was the normal guy and girl stuff but I also had a few gay magazines. My buddies and I would look through the pictures and get so horny, as all young boys do. Our young cocks were easily aroused and we didn't hesitate to strip off our pants and...
"Oh, no." Amanda's gait slowed now as she approached her house. The small twinge of fear she had first felt when she had turned the corner, when she was still far enough away that she could be mistaken, now became a twisted knot of anxiety settling into her stomach. Now that she was close enough, there was no denying the very distinctive blue-gray Chevy with the nicked front fender and the ding in the driver's side door. Amanda's heart sank. She was afraid to go inside now. What state...
The Adventures Of Reggie Starr Book 2 - Chapter 3. The City of New Orleans. I was in the company of Mary Kate Bishop, Marine Body guard, extra ordinary. (I was not a slouch myself.) My problem was not that anyone could hurt me, but that I would hurt someone. That has a habit of bringing attention to us. That is not good. The way we were going to look was going to send the NSA into spasms of regret in giving me that stupid security clearance. I was going to have a good...
Northern Nevada is a great place to live. Not that the Pacific Northwest is less, by any manner of speaking, but since I am in the electronics business and working with Software, and this has become the second Silicone Valley, it was the natural place for me to hang my hat, and here it hangs, at least for the moment.My life has involved quite a bit more travel than I like of late, and my routes back and forth across the country and from top to bottom would resemble a spider’s web if you were to...
SwingersMein Name ist Rebecca und in meinem bisherigen Leben habe ich immer gewusst, dass ich lesbisch bin. Das erste Mal verliebt habe ich mich mit dreizehn. Damals war ich noch verwirrt, denn meine Gefühle galten einem Mädchen aus der Parallelklasse. Leider hat sie meine Gefühle nicht erwidert - jedenfalls habe ich das vermutet, denn geoutet war ich damals noch nicht. Die ersten sexuellen Erfahrungen habe ich erst mit siebzehn Jahren gesammelt, als ich gemeinsam mit Freundinnen auf einer Party war....
The sweet scent of Sabina's perfume filled the house. David was getting hard just thinking about his wife getting ready for her first date tonight. Yes, David was a very lucky guy. He met Sabrina straight out of college when she came to work at the insurance office he worked at as an agent. He thought she was so gorgeous the minute he laid eyes on her.Blonde hair, knockout body with big boobs. She was his perfect dream wife and he knew it the instant he laid on her that Monday morning. He...
Copyright© 2003 by Carlos Malenkov "You're what? How old? Eighteen? And you've never had a date?" Beth knew she was hopeless. Grossly overweight and ugly. Totally inept when it came to dealing with people one-on-one. Maybe she should resign herself to living the rest of her life without companionship. Finally dying as a dried up old maid. Alone. Forever. Freshman English Comp was one of the few classes she enjoyed. The instructor, Professor Wilmington ("Just call me Prof."), calmly...
"No, Chad, no..." Again Linda had tried pushing the animal from her, kicking him. She had driven her toes into his furry, powerful chest. The big German Shepherd backed away only for a moment, twisting his head around and snapping those powerful jaws at her retreating foot. Linda screamed, drawing her leg behind the other. She had heard that snap, that awful crunch of those criss-crossed fangs that could snap a small animal in two. She shuddered, wondering if he would attack her if she...
Porter was not comfortable shaking hands with other people. In the Empire, the typical hello/goodbye combination was a slight bow from the shoulders up. Not only was the custom less messy, bowing saved time because there was no need to approach every single person in a room; bow once at a conference table and the touchy-feely stuff was done. Besides, Porter knew few wanted to squeeze his fat, squishy fingers. However, he was not standing in the Empire and its cold manners anymore. He was...
Mike called me a few days after our first encounter. He wanted to meet up again! I couldn't contain my excitement, I had been thinking of his cock ever since that night. I ran to the shower and lathered up my body all the while thinking of deepthroating his cock until I gagged. I got so turned on I had to slip my fingers between my pussy lips and flick my clit. I came hard and fast, biting my lips to stifle my moans. Once Mike showed up, I got into his car and we drove away. I kept peeking at...
Taboo(Because I tend to set my stories up rather thoroughly in the beginning, I definitely recommend reading Part One first for the back story) Only a few short hours passed since 19 year-old Riley found herself caught in the midst of a fierce February blizzard, with little hope of help. Her car battery died in the most inconvenient of places; down a seldom-used road in a small northern Minnesota farming community, almost two hundred miles from her home in Chaska. She was woefully unprepared for...
First TimeI thought about what had happened as I showered. Was I interested in a relationship with Jen? No. Kelly seemed OK with what had happened last night. Was there any harm in three people having consensual sex together? I was almost finished with my shower when I remembered – what about birth control? I certainly was too drunk to think of using a condom with Jen last night, or this morning for that matter. I had a lot of questions to resolve with Kelly and Jen. Certainly the most important...
Wednesday, September 27, 2028 (continued)... Once Abby, Carla, and Tami had arrived for dinner and we had been introduced, they immediately joined Karen in the kitchen. Karen said she needed all of them to help her finish dinner. Brandy, May, and Abe, the three grandchildren, were left in the living room for Steve and me to babysit. The conversation Steve and I heard drifting out of the kitchen was mainly talk about me and my plans to start the Rattler. I suppose someone can work and talk...
December motoring from Holland to Pentwater is pushing ones luck ... idiot is more like it. We shipped the mast and boom by rail but the boat was just too much. US 31 is two lanes, curvy and heavily festooned with power lines, low overhanging trees and lots of traffic. Many of the Lake Bulkers were tying up in Ludington and their crews were heading home ... Holland is shipping and there's not any really good places for a boat the size of the K5 to sit on the hard and undercover. The Weather...
My name is Sharath (name changed). I live in Mumbai, working in MNC. One day I was in a hurry to go office. Then I saw a beautiful modern lady of age, maybe 27, near my bus stop. She had a cute face and a hot body structure, wearing a tight top and jeans. Luckily she boarded the same bus as mine. I got the courage and asked her name and introduced myself. I got to know that her name was Akansha. Akansha: Hey, what is your name? Where do you work? Me: My name is Sharath, and I work in Xyz...
CYBORGANIC BIOROID CHRONICLES "The Nyanny, Part 2" by the Perv Otaku Another day over, I settled into bed and watched my wife, Amanda, finish taking her clothes off. Despite having given birth recently, I thought she looked amazingly good. She denied it, of course, and kept talking about the work she'd have to do to get the baby weight back off. She turned off the lights and climbed into bed beside me. Ogling my sexy wife had made my cock stir, and I figured she might appreciate...
Damon stood in the posh hotel suite he had rented for the night, taking a sip of tanqueray on the rocks, and observing the view from the balcony window. Its a nice night, Damon thought. He felt the familiar pressure in his groin. Its a nice night to fuck, he thought with a smile, knowing that he would be able to unload soon enough. On her way to the hotel, was Tammy, Damons ex girlfriend. Damon had been going out with Tammy for almost 4 years. Pretty much through out her college years, she was...
EroticFrank spotted her from a mile away and used this as an advantage. Without thinking it twice, he instantly dropped to his knees and hid behind his car. Those pale grey eyes and that chalky complexion were unforgettable and they still triggered something in him, something wicked. Everything he loathed could be found in those weary eyes, those eyes he had once loved dearly and he had a heart throbbing feeling he was close to meeting with them face to face after such a long time. Frank peered...
Elisabeth stood beside Shepherd, gathering the courage to take the first step across the bridge. "Take your time," Shepherd told her. "I'm scared," Elisabeth replied. She slowly placed her bare foot on the first slat, feeling the coarse texture of the wood against her skin. The next step was easier but she still turned back towards Shepherd for reassurance. He smiled at her. The timbers creaked under her weight and she vaguely recollected the previous crossing, just after she was...
Kate’s phone woke her. She just wanted to sleep in on this first day of summer vacation. The text was from her best friend, Sarah.Out front, it read.Kate checked the time, way too early. She knew Sarah wouldn’t be put off. Sarah’s ringtone was next, making that point clear. She accepted the call.“Kate, get out of bed. The sun’s up, and I’m waiting out front!” Sarah started in before Kate could get a word in.“What? Why?” was Kate’s groggy reply.“Come on. You promised you would help me find where...
First TimeOne night in bed after having sex, my husband confided in me that he had a fantasy of watching me with another man. My initial reaction was one of hurt; if he loved me, how could he want me to be with someone else? I couldn't bear the thought of seeing him with another woman. I just didn't understand. He tried to explain that he had strong voyeuristic tendencies and that he thought I was so beautiful and it would be an amazing thing to watch. He said it would be like having his own private...
Wife LoversIt was 4 pm and I was at Dupont catholic highschool for yet another detention. The Spanish teacher kept me for the third detention this week. I will admit detention wasn’t a total waste of time since the teacher was pretty hot. Being 27, she had the most shapely ass I’d ever seen. I’d spent many hours dropping pencils, erasers, or anything I could find just for the chance to see up her skirt. Her best assets however were her small, yet perfectly round, perky tits. Sometimes her nipples would...
At 6 AM I was sitting in the Suburban across the street from Patti's apartment. I wanted to see if I could find out what was going on with her that she looked so upset in the mornings. I had stopped off at the donut shop as I came through C-ville to get a couple of bagels and a giant cup of coffee. Coffee wasn't one of my favorite drinks any more. I had consumed gallons of in the Marines as it seemed to be the beverage of choice in the chow line and every ships galley I had ever been...
Jacky (my neighbour) had popped in a few times each day, although she made no mention of the hand job she gave me on my first day out of hospital. Her sixteen year old daughter, Jo, on the other hand had given me the pleasure of a blow job or hand job each time she visited.With luck this was to be my last day confined to bed and Jo called in after school wearing her uniform. She came skipping into my bedroom with her school blouse unbuttoned to the waist and her skirt waist rolled up making the...
This a is a memoir of how I remember the events combined with details from my wife's diary during those years. It all started before her forty-third birthday. We had been married nineteen years, and she was still as beautiful and sexy as when we were married. Her name is Hope. Hope said to me at the breakfast table one Saturday morning, "Have you heard of the 'Wild Oaks Project'?" "I said, "Can't say that I have. What is it?" "There's this California woman, Robin, who is about our age and...
CheatingDad had got us tickets to the Olympic swimming events for my 15th birthday. The first final was in the 200 meter breaskstroke, and we had seats right over the starting blocks. “So who are the Americans in this race?” My sister Katelyn asked. “Just Jared Kelley. Montoya didn’t make it through the semis.” “Is he the nudist one?” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, if that’s what you’re here for.” “Why is he a nudist?” Mom asked. “I dunno, some sponsorship thing.” “Is he going to win?” “No one can...
Growing up I was the anonymous child. In a family of five children, I was number three. My eldest brother, the firstborn, was a total hell-raiser. Number two, my sister, was a drama queen. Number four, my second sister, was the ADD/ADHD Ritalin sibling among her many other disorders, and number five my youngest brother was the darling of our tribe. He could do no wrong and always got away with murder. My entire childhood was a never-ending soap opera. The one thing that I, Mr. Anonymous, had...
Gay MaleIn spite of the similarity in name, this story has absolutely nothing to do with my previous story of Dr. Jeckyll and Missy Hyde, other than being loosely inspired from the same book. Dr. Jeckyll and Mistress Hyde by Morpheus Dr. Robert Jeckyll leaned over his patient, looking long and hard to make his examination. Turning around to his assistant Wendy, he said "Bottom right molar" Then to the man sitting in the chair, Robert said "Sorry, but it looks like you have a...