New in English!!!
by Janet Jones
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Illustrated by TIM. Cover: TIM.
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tale of white slavery. Scaring, yet terribly exciting…
by Janet Jones and illustrated by TIM, this is BDSM at its best. No doubt
not miss this wonderful novel…
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FROM THE BOOK:
Ronnie’s heart pounded. He’d
almost forgotten. Forgotten the purpose of his night-time trip, forgotten why he
was waiting here in the dark for Chuck. But the moaning, which was getting
louder, reminded him.
picked up the big flashlight on the seat next to him, shuffled his shoulders
round and snapped the beam on.
on the back seat, ankles bound, arms tightly knotted, mouth stuffed with her own
scarf, eyes hugely dilated, lay the reason for his jaunt, his night-time
first order from Chuck.
blonde looked scared.
fact, she looked terrified. Her hair was all over the place, and her eyes were
hollow. Mascara and eyeliner smeared her face.
sight of his quivering passenger buoyed Ronnie. His adrenaline was pumping
again, but this time it was not fear. This time it was lust. If Chuck did not
get here soon that honey, trussed and tied and immobile on the back seat of the
Jeep, would feel his cock shoved right up her fanny.
at that moment the lights of Chuck’s van appeared through the trees. Ronnie
snapped off the flashlight, stubbed his cigarette out and eased his pulsing
prick back down between his thighs.
girl lay alone in the dark, unaware where she was, or why. Unaware of the plans
Chuck and Ronnie had in store for her. Unaware that she was the latest recruit
for Chuck and his chain gang. Unaware that Ronnie, who had grabbed, and tied and
terrified her was a pussycat compared to Chuck.
deep purple van pulled up close to Ronnie’s Jeep. The driver wound down the
window. A pair of eyes, that even on this moonless night Ronnie knew were blue
and cold as ice, stared at him from a round face deep-grooved, thin-lipped,
stubble-chinned and with a scalp that had not a single hair to blemish the
men got out of their vehicles. Ronnie flicked on the flashlight, pointing the
beam at the ground. No way did either of them want to attract any attention.
Chuck raised one eyebrow. Nervous, Ronnie cleared his throat and nodded his head
without speaking. His chest felt tight with excitement and he knew if he opened
his mouth a shout of exultant laughter would burst forth. So, still not daring
to utter a word, he opened the rear door of the jeep and shone the torch onto
the pale, silent figure writhing helplessly, skirt torn, tights in tatters,
shoes hanging from her bound feet.
his bulky body made bulkier still by the plaid overcoat, eased forward to take a
better look. The girl’s own topcoat was bunched beneath her and with her arms
secured tightly behind her back, that was where it had to stay. Chuck placed one
hand on the warm vibrant skin of her thighs. His stubby fingers plucked at a
hole in her tattered tights and tore them down her legs. The luminous flesh of
bare thigh glimmered in the torch light. Pulling the girl towards him, he
dragged her reluctant face closer. She stared back at him from eyes huge with
terror. Her breathing was rapid. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
watched mesmerized, all the time biting his lip. Chuck’s next move was to tug at
the flimsy material of the girl’s blouse.
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