Jeb's Adventure On The Smith River

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Now that you are my bound captive", she said, in a voice loud enough for Sarah to hear through the layers of muffling silk, "let me explain a little more about your predicament, because I am sure that someone of your youth and innocence has only ever heard of the white slave trade in history books. Let me assure you that the trade is very much alive and well - I am living testament to that. There are still many rich men in far away countries who keep female slaves for their own perverted pleasure and will pay handsomely for young, nubile, white girls of your age".

Cindy called through the door, "Toss out your pajamas and I'll have Rachel wash them too so you can wear them again tonight."When she was left with about five feet of loose rope at each end of the coil, she attached the long loose ends to the brass rings at either side of the bed and hauled in firmly, so that the loops around Sarah's body tightened, squeezing her tight as it bound her firmly to the mattress. Each end was knotted at the brass hook on either side of the bed, ensuring that Sarah's body was firmly roped to the mattress and bed. She got an answer to that question when the robber hooked his fingers inside the waistband of her panties and yanked them down past her hips and thighs. Kat groaned and opened her eyes. She glared at the white robber with sheer contempt. Her police training once again reasserted itself. She studied the man's face, making a mental picture of every detail and feature in her mind.

The first thing I did was cut the rope tying my ankles to my wrists. Then with great difficulty I maneuvered the scissors between my wrists and began trying to saw my way through the bonds. I kept dropping the scissors because my hands were so numb, but finally I felt something loosen. I pulled hard and my wrists came free. Stop your pathetic snivelling and snuffling," Stephanie said with a sneer. "If you stop bouncing around, you'll be able to breathe easier. And don't think I am going to take it out if you choke. When I gag my captives they stay gagged!" While I was relieved that I was still alive, I realized I was still very much in danger. I tried screaming into my gag as loudly as I could, but only a faint muffled mewing sound came out, not enough to penetrate beyond the living room, much less the townhouse door. This certainly was nothing like I'd ever seen on TV or in the movies when people were gagged; they usually only seemed to have a scarf tied between their teeth or something and they usually seemed to still be able to communicate. But the man who gagged my mouth really knew what he was doing. It was physically impossible for me to make any kind of intelligible sound. Sarah's silk-wrapped body bounced about on the bed and muffled sounds of fear and terror came from beneath the gag. Why thank you, Sarah", said Stephanie, pretending not to notice her discomfiture. "Let me show it to you".It was a midsummer Saturday afternoon, and Cindy and I were lounging by her pool in the hot sun. Cindy was wearing a white string bikini, and I was wearing my usual one-piece blue swimsuit with the conservative cut. I had a wrap over my shoulders too. I didn't like to show too much skin with other men around, and Cindy's butler, Walter, was waiting on us. Two of my recent stories have been about The Embezzled Endowment. There was a reference to a previous incident, where Lucy Talbot, the bus driver, had been caught up in a bank robbery. So here is a more detailed account of what happened that day...

Eventually, it was determined that all the two robbers got were a few hundred dollars. They had failed to find the large denomination bills, which were hidden under the cash compartment of the register. Of course they had done far more damage to Kat than anything else. After Amanda Taylor left Kat and Rachel had a private and rather personal conversation.The man beat her to the punch. He pulled out a revolver from under the counter and aimed it at Kat. "Don't move!" he yelled. They went in and raided the house. They searched every foot of the house but could not find Wendy. One of the men found the room in the basement. It had a bed in it with bits of rope and the ball gag on the floor, but there was no sign of Wendy. Had George just lost his niece forever? He could not believe that. In her room, he found her phone, her purse and other things that she would not have left behind. He accused Brent: “Where is Wendy? I know you have done something to her!" That wasn’t the weirdest – my one actually wanted to be tied,” Bobbie said as she took a drink of water, “she thought it was an honour.”