Claire Holden collapsed onto the stained, burned motel bedclothes, her stupendous breasts jiggling in the absurdly tight white latex top. Continue reading
She waited all morning for him to show up to fix her stove, but all he had in his toolbox was rope, tape and a nasty looking gun. In minutes the housewife was stripped, tied and waiting for what was coming next. Continue reading
I found this little gem on an old hard drive the other day. Sadly, my note taking skills are lacking so I am not sure where it is from - other than an obvious British origin.
Gwen, choked, jerked, and flopped in place as the man delivered a shipment of cum down her throat.
Before she could even get her wits back, he had jerked the log from her mouth and let the remainder spurt, dribble, and ooze on her mounds. Continue reading
It seemed like a simple plan. Fake a robbery and collect the cash. The trouble was that her friends had other ideas. Continue reading
As I have said before, I have GIGS of old covers,posters and such all depicting lovely lasses trussed and gagged,. Here's another pile of images: Continue reading
The rules are simple and the hame is the same. I challenge you to come up with a short, damsel in distress based story based on any one of the three pictures below. The story should be no longer than 1000 words and sent as a text file (or Word "doc") to HERE
Between now and June 10th, I will print some of the best entries I receive and then award a winner who will receive a FREE e-Pub copy of any of my TYLER Novels published so far.
Ready? Here are the three photos Continue reading
The girl kicked and writhed wildly -- terrible, stifled sounds emerging from the mouth wrapping -- as she unwillingly orgasmed, the witch still clutching at both her neck and clit.
For a moment they stood like that -- a statue to perversion in an abandoned, rotting, rest stop – until a sweat-dripping Gwen collapsed in her kidnappers’ arms. Then Al sharply lifted her over his head by her underarms and dumped her into the witch’s clutches. Both abductors’ eyes sparkled in reaction to her relatively light weight and small shape. Continue reading
It's open season for male emboldenment, lust, and resentment, so the ex-White Slaver known only as Tyler reveals the perverse, super-sized, tale of the man he calls "Privateer Zero" -- the depraved stalker of a trio of pretty girls he had lusted after all his adult life. With the help of his monstrous mother, he snatches, silences, restrains, and secrets them in his seemingly normal suburban home -- mere walls, floors, ceilings, windows, and doors away from rescue and release. Can he possibly keep the sweet redheaded dancer, bombshell brunette business woman, and adorable blonde co-ed against their wills? Only one way to find out...!
So she drove the nondescript van, listening. Listening to the sodden sound of impaling flesh and the bulbous noise of sweat-slick mammeries bulging between spasming fingers – all to the rhythm of grunts, growls, muffled moans, and smothered wails.
Dorothy Swanson slowly turned onto the access road and made their way to the interstate as her partner blasted cum into little Gwen Hennessy for the first time. Continue reading