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Mrs. Grey in The Blocks
Frederick sat in a corner of the large room, listening to his father giving it to Mrs. Grey, their housekeeper. Every word from his father was like music to his ears. "Wildly incompetent...greatly disappointed!" On and on he went and Mrs. Grey could only stand there, before the huge oak wood desk, and take it. Frederick couldn't believe his luck: she had indeed made a huge mistake, forgetting to lock the display case in the library. And now, the hundred and sixty three year old Liber Amicorum for Earl Rosewood, Frederick's ancestor, was missing.
He had always hated Mrs. Grey, and for good reason, at least in his opinion. In principal, she was an employee of the entire family, including himself. But de facto, when his father was gone on one of his long diplomatic journeys, he had to listen to her, follow her rules. And things would stay like that until his eighteenth birthday, six years from now. Frankly, Mrs. Grey had never told him to do anything preposterous. She only saw to it that he went to bed on time, reminded him of doing his home work and such. But still, the young nobleman found it infuriating!
Test of friendship
(Whispering)
"Nkgg.. Joyce, stop it! That tickles!"
"I'm sorry; I'm trying to keep my hands as still as I can. It's that damned thing inside me. It's making me twitch..."
"Well try harder; you're making ME twitch!"
"NGggg! Sorry-sorry!"
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Plain Biology
"Are you ready?" Determent nodding, accompanied by some muffled noises. "Ok, then..." He flipped the small, pink switch, and then, using a piece of the same tape that was strapped over the lower half of her face, casually taped the controller to the front side of the box. He set the timer.
"It's not rocket science; it's pure plain biology! If you're nor capable of interfering, if you can't touch the thing you will have an orgasm within five minutes. If you can do nothing to influence the process, if you're unable to touch yourself or the device, it will make you come that fast, you will have no say in the matter whatsoever!"
He grinned. His better half had never shied away from a challenge, and look at her now. Her upper body encased in a heavy, wooden crate which was mounted on a pillar in their basement. From the top of the crate, her tape gagged head emerged, her face defiant. And underneath it her legs, doubled up into a tight squat, propped up against the pillar, with a strong iron clamp keeping them in place. No room for wriggling! In the small dark, diamond shaped cavity between her squeezed calves and knees he could see the narrow pink cord of the remote, finding its way between her thighs.
Pulling rank
Pulling Rank
The three men were moving like ghosts through the corridors of the extra terrestrial compound. They were moving so quietly it seemed like someone had turned off the sound. But inside, Hannigan was fuming! Oh yes, the brass had really brought it all together, this time! First of all, sure: bring a woman into this expert military operation. Not only that: put her in charge!
Fresh from the academy, with almost no battle experience. But then, that wasn't needed, because there was the third genius move from the top: it had to be all about diplomacy this time.
And where had that gotten them? Chasing around in these weird, alien corridors, trying to find the broad who had of course been taken hostage immediately. He cursed silently. Up until now, they had put down only two of those creepy slime creatures, but their luck wouldn't hold out forever!
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