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...!
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“She tried again, but the exposed tape was too covered with grit to stick. Even so, she felt the gag give when she moved her mouth. She started chewing the plug furiously, and tried wedging it out from beneath her teeth.
Hours later, it started to work. Lily kept scraping her face against the wall, chewing, and pushing with her tongue. The more she did it, the more energy she got, remembering he could come back at any moment. But he didn’t come back, and she kept chewing and pushing and scraping until the tape was a quarter off her lips, and the plug was halfway out of her mouth.
Choking on excitement, Lily rolled onto her side, the back of her head and her heels on the wall, shaking her head furiously, and pushing with her tongue. She felt the padding give. She felt it coming out of her mouth like a big, thick, wet, turd. It caught on the tape at the last second, but with a huge effort, Lily spit it out of her mouth.
The gag held on, hanging and pinioning one third of her lips, but she gasped, and sucked in breath.
“Help, It’s me,” Lily said. “I’m down here. I’m tied up. Someone ... kidnapped me. Help, please!”
She heard more footsteps, heavy ones, and the woman say “oh my god.” Then the woman was standing over her. Lily could tell by the proximity of her voice. “Are you all right?”
Lily ignored the question. “Untie me, please!” she begged.
“Of course, of course,” said the woman, and then Lily felt her strong, fat fingers tearing at the tape around her ankles.
“My hands...,” the redhead started.
“Of course, of course,” the woman repeated, still tearing at the tape around her legs, and making quick work of it. With strong, certain movements, the woman tore and ripped the tape off Lily’s ankles. By making one tear across the back of the tape cinching her thighs, Lily’s legs were completely free.
The woman sat the girl up. “I can’t see,” Lily said. “Please...”
“You were making quite a racket,” the woman said quickly over her. “I thought it might be a cat or a siren, but then I heard the words ....”
“Yes, yes,” Lily gasped. “I can’t feel my hands....”
“Don’t worry,” said the woman. “We’ll take care of that.” Then she was sitting beside the girl.
“What are you ....?” Lily started, but that was as far as she got. That was when the woman started grabbing handfuls of her hair and plunging bobby pins along the back of her head, hair being affixed on the top of her head, Then the tape was ripped entirely off her mouth. And something else was plunged in.
Lily’s new cry of pain was cut off by the shaped plastic prod that went between her teeth. She bit down, but it was too late. The prod was all the way in, a padded leather band crushing her lips. Then she felt straps tighten at the back of her neck, unobstructed by her long hair. The prod gag was cinched so tightly that it felt as if she had been born with it in her mouth,
“Feel that, dear?” the woman said as she pulled out the bobby pins, letting the red hair fall back across her shoulders. “Recognize the shape?”
Lily screamed again, her head going back, the sound once again muffled, twisted, and obstructed. ”