Brat Gets The Goat: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Fedora Ward

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description.

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A beam of sunlight slanted through the thick grove of trees and shone on Dawn's bound young body like a spotlight. It was hot, even at this time of the late afternoon, and the heat combined with the tension and strain of her uncomfortable bondage to make her sweat like a little pig. The waist of her skirt was soaked. Her bare chest and tits glistened with a fine sheen of warm sweat.
But for Dawn the trickling rivers of sweat and the pain of her tight bondage didn't exist, only the sound of her own wildly hammering heart, and the grotesque breathing close to her ear.
She was terrified.
She jumped when something touched her bare shoulder again. Something warm and wet and rough.
Dawn jerked her head around and bumped her cheek against the snout of a big old billygoat!

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Brat Gets The Goat

Fedora Ward

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER ONE

"Hi," she said casually, smiling at the young boy.

He was a kid, dressed in a brand-new cowboy outfit. He was packing a pair of silver-handled pistols, and carrying a long rope. His cowboy hat rested at a cocked angle on his head.

He looked at the girl suspiciously.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice stronger and much more masculine than Dawn would have expected.

"My name's Dawn. I live over there, beyond that other grove of trees. "Who are you?"

"Jim," the boy answered with a nod. "We just moved in. Back there." He pointed with his coiled rope toward the house at the bottom of the hill, barely visible through the dense woods.

"Well, Jim, that's quite an outfit you've got there," Dawn said, just to make conversation. She really wasn't up on the latest in talk with little boys.

"You seen my dog?"

"Your dog?"

"Yeah. Tonto. He's my dog. He came in here."

Dawn shrugged as she looked around.

"Sorry," she said. "I haven't seen a dog. What's he look like?"

"He's big. He's black. And he's got a kind of white band around his head."