THE LIBRARY: PROM NIGHT (A Taker Tale) Part 4

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They stopped long enough for the woman driver to attach weights to the boys' ankles and drop them over the side of a lake. Bridget was sitting on the rear bumper—arms still bound, ankles crossed and bound—head down and sobbing into the tight gag.

"Oh come on," the woman driver grunted, dragging Spikey like a scarecrow. "At least you proved an old adage: 'the dead don't come.'" After letting the boys sink under the surface, the woman came back and gripped Bridget's chin with fingers of iron. "And I got more news for you, prom queen. If getting fucked by dead men is the worst that happens to you on this trip, count your lucky stars."

Bridget searched for any pity in the woman’s steel gray eyes, then started crying anew. Continue reading

THE LIBRARY: THE EX Part 1

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By Geoffrey Merrick

Not surprisingly, the Hollywood PAWN (post adolescent White Slavery Network) DFF (Division For Females) was a particularly busy one. With young beauties arriving every day to “become a star,” all they had to do was wait until what seemed like the majority fell through the cracks. But sometimes they got their most profitable product from other sources.

“Every production is a lifetime,” is an oft-quoted phrase in tinseltown – reflecting the high emotions that come with sensitive, insecure, beauties thinking they’ve found true love after working on a romantic comedy or whatever – only to find that their prince charmings are actually as self-obsessed as they are. Hence the higher-than-normal marriage and divorce rates in the area. Also, hence the higher-than-usual passion that can result.

Even worse, when a man is made to feel weak, he can respond with lust, rage, and a seemingly overwhelming desire for dominance. The result is a particularly theatrical brand of hatred, desire for revenge and control. “Hollywood,” Orson Welles once supposedly said, “is not about money. It’s about ego.”

On this particular Hollywood night, that ego was manifested in a non-descript van that drove down a Burbank street toward Dodger Stadium. It didn't go too fast or too slow. On the busy mid-evening highways, it was just one of thousands.

Only in the back of this one, a stunningly beautiful young woman was bound with her crossed wrists beneath her, her mouth filled and covered with swaths of tape (the kind baseball players used on their wrists), while grunting and screeching agonizingly as she was raped. Continue reading

THE LIBRARY: PROM NIGHT (A Taker Tale) Part 3

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She couldn't believe it when she woke up. She was in the front passenger seat. It was all the way back, so she was practically lying down. He had wired her ankles to the base of the seat, so her legs were open, her feet cringing in the high heels. Her wrists were wired to the sides of the chair, so she could reach no further than the center of her stockinged thighs.

Around her throat was a strap holding her down to the headrest. Her mouth was refilled with pulpy material, a strap between her teeth holding it in, and an incredibly tight band of reinforced cloth sealing her lower face. And then, over that, was another strap, this one made of rubber, holding her face to the headrest. Continue reading

THE LIBRARY: PROM NIGHT (A Taker Tale) Part 1

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The procurer known as The Taker watched her crossing the playing field.

Bridget Thomas’ smile shone amid the high school prom class like a beautiful crescent moon in the night sky. Even from across the playing field he could see it. Her natural blond hair was bouncing down to the center of her back. He studied her slim, sleek, shapely figure, dark blue eyes, her proud, prodigious chest, and her happy, bright, fresh face. Continue reading