Young Lady In Jail: Extreme Taboo BDSM Erotica E-Book

Reese Sinise

• Herausgeber: Palimpsest Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

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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Young Lady In Jail

Reese Sinise

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

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

CHAPTER ONE - THE ARREST

"Not bad for a first time."

To Ingrid Ranier it sounded condescending. Her retort was bitter, "It wasn't my first time."

"Virgins are a bore." He wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Ran- nock made a good choice in you. I'm pleased."

"Are you pleased enough to untie me?"

Instead of answering, he queried: "Neat pickup, eh?"

"I suppose you bribe the policeman? What do you do with all the girls he arrests for nothing?"

The man nodded in approval of something she did not understand. "Tell me how Rannock handled you? I'm curious."

"He flagged me down on the highway. Said I was some girl whose name I've forgotten, and was wanted for a hold-up job in Michigan."

"You didn't resist?"

"Resist a policeman, and in a police car!" Ingrid Ranier's exclamation was loaded with disgust. "Why would I? I thought it mistaken identity, something easily dealt with. I made a fuss about the handcuffs but it didn't do me any good."

"Didn't make you suspicious?"

The naked girl stirred restlessly against tied wrists. "It was hateful being handcuffed like that, especially behind my back. But I've seen it done so often on T.V. No, I wasn't suspicious until he turned off onto the dirt road."

"Yes? Go on?"

"There's nothing to go on about. Your policeman paid no attention to anything I said." She sniffed disdainfully. " I fought handcuffs enough for him to stop the car and click them tighter on my wrists. After that I was too frightened to say much."

"Painless abduction. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, I suppose so. Clever idea if you can get away with it." Ingrid made her voice decisive. "Now I've been raped, please may I be untied? I'm not enjoying being spread out naked like this.

"No."

"You intend to rape me again?"

"Yes."

"Well look, I'm not surrendering or complying or telling you I'm a pushover, but a girl doesn't have to be tied down to have sexual intercourse. I'll promise not to fight."

"What we're doing is an introduction. It's not the reason you're here." Soberly watching the impact of what he had said, he added: "My name is Brice Ireland. It doesn't matter that you know my name or anything else. Oh, and we'll use first names: Brice and Ingrid."