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Part 2 The door opened to the living room. It too seemed to have been devastated by a storm, so many various objects were strewn on the ground, books, various fabrics. This enraged Laurence, but this rage was short-lived. Indeed, a few seconds later, a silhouette appeared at the other end of the living room!! Thief ! Or rather THE thief, because Laurence had to face the facts: the curves that puffed out the top of the intruder's black hotel rat costume, as well as her slender legs, left no doubt as to the sex of the catburglar… "So ? The mummy has decided to move? I was starting to get impatient!” said the thief in a confident, mocking voice. “Mmmmnnrffff!! moaned Laurence into her tight gag, her eyes wide open like saucers. She began to hop away from the girl, but the latter quickly advanced towards her. "I'll take you back to where I left you, little pesky..." she said, grabbing her victim by the shoulder and lifted her a little to guide her back to the bedroom. GGrrrrr thought

Robbery at Laurence’s Part 1 Laurence woke up with a terrible headache. I went to bed too late again last night she thought. But very quickly the images were back in place in her head. Funny pictures. And funny smells. Funny shadows. She looked mechanically at the clock radio on the bedside table next to her bed. It indicated, in red numbers, 11:45 p.m.… Strange. The artificial light was on then. Strangely, she hadn't realized right away that something was wrong. She was lying on her bed, but she was gagged! And tied tight! She had tried to move her lips, but they were parted, locked like her jaws. Some stuff had been put in her mouth and it was filling it. And she couldn't see it (but felt it), one of her scarves had been tied really tight to hold the stuff in her mouth. Her ties were Laurence's pantyhose that her attacker had found in her bedroom drawers. My god, she thought. A robber ! She thought of the worse, but said to herself that it mustn't have happened. She felt

An Unexpected Evening C- 2022 by Arsene Daubrecq (deviantart.com/arsenedaubrecq) (translated from the French by the author) Edited by Dannysuling (deviantart.com/dannysuling) Author’s Note: Another story from my vault, for your reading pleasure. (translated into English from my own story in French). Part One Elise was really starting to feel stressed at the idea of ​​reaching this fateful milestone of ‘Forty’. In eight days, in fact. This number seemed to her more frightening every day, as if she were going to have to give up an entire section of her life, a bit like a Cinderella who, at midnight, would lose all her finery. And yet, she was very pretty, Elise. Strawberry blonde hair (which she had cut into a short pixie bob this week, as if to ward off fate) that went well with typically elegant make-up that highlighted her beautiful hazel eyes. She might have preferred to have somewhat bigger breasts, but then we are never happy with what we have, are we? At 7:10 pm, the

Memoirs of a serial kidnapped girl 1 A- Sophie-Charlotte was definitely in a hurry this morning. She was going to meet her new friend Clarisse at the café in the centre. Clarisse: "By the way, Sophie, you're going to find me very curious, but..." Sophie-Charlotte: “Yes, Clarisse? Tell me ?» Clarisse: "Well... I heard that you’ve already been kidnapped... Is that true?? I would like you to tell me about it, if it's not too hard for you..." S-C: "Oh, no problem, that's over now! And then it was a long time ago: I was 18, it was in 1999. Even if the last time was five years ago… ” Clarisse: “Do you mean that you have been kidnapped several times??? » S-C: “Yes. Three times to be exact. I am a real specialist now” Clarisse: "Do you think it's because of your father? » S-C: “Yes, it surely attracts the attention to be a Swiss banker’s daughter, more than a shoe saleswoman! » Clarisse: “Hee hee! Yes I can imagine. So tell me the details. » S-C: “Well, the first time, so I was 18