Arresting Hook Novels & Stories

the detective asked the head of the forensic team. Amanda Spearsun, the head of the forensic team, replied to Detective, “Hey, Lira. (Sighed) The person’s name is Zirconius Wooferhook, and he was called “Host Hook.” “Any idea of the murder weapon?” The detective asked when examining the body of Host Hook. “Hook! So, the phrase goes like this: Mr Hook is hooked on a large-sized hook.” Amy rolled her eyes and made some facial expressions and gestures. The detective turned her face to the cop named Edan and asked, “Dan, did you inform the landlord?”

Murmurs turned into hushed panic. Astor turned his head slightly, his brow furrowing. “What the…” “POLICE! NOBODY MOVE!” A team of uniformed officers stormed into the venue. “ASTOR HARRINGTON, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE MURDER OF AN UNIDENTIFIED WOMAN WHOSE REMAINS WERE FOUND IN THE WOODS” Astor froze in place. The silence that followed was electrifying. Astor barely registered what was happening as two officers grabbed his arms, yanking them behind his back. Susan’s scream shattered through the tension.

My head was in excruciating pain. “Freeze! Put your hands behind your head. Briar Witley, you’re under arrest for assault and stalking. You have the right to remain silent…”

Then I pay more attention to my surroundings and I see I'm at the back of a truck, stuck and tied to a hook that totally prevents me from moving. I try pulling off the hook from where it's nailed but it burns my palm and I gasp from the pain but I try not to be loud so whoever is driving the truck won't know I'm awake. After a lot of struggling and grunting, I manage to sit up and I examine the hook, I touch it a little and it burns me again. This time, I hear the sizzling of my skin as it burns and I figure out immediately that it's silver. Have I been taken hostage by someone? Or does he not know who he's messing with? I'm a luna and if it weren't for this silver hook, I would have freed m

Leaving the rope there for now, I reach into the bag again and get out something Bella hasn't seen nor experience yet - a stainless steel anal hook. The curved, smooth metal is barely thicker than my little finger, and the rope attachment ring at the non-business end is exactly what I need now. I thoroughly lube up the hook and without further ado start pushing the sleek, edge-less toy into her. Bella squeaks when she feels the cold hard something intrude and goes completely still, giving me ample opportunity to tug her head back by the rope which I tie securely to the hook. This way she has

"Wow! How come you have that kind of item!" "Well, I think Simon also prepared this item for us. It's better to be prepared than never, right?" "Yes, you're right." Ash said as he grabbed the grappling hook launcher and fired the gun. The moment it fired the hook sprang free and fly to the ship. Ash gripped the rope hard to make sure the hook gripped on the deck securely. When he was sure that they can now climb back to the ship, he turned around to signal Alexander to climb on the rope first.

The scanners did the rest, confirming the Arbiter’s suspicion “The Warrant is not valid, it is not signed by a duly appointed Arbiter of the Herald’s Court. You are enacting an unauthorized arrest out of uniform using Arbiter Sanctioned weapons. You will all be under arrest, Initial Detention before I begin sentencing. HANDS ON THE GROUND” H-6 didn’t waste time, immediately removing the lock from his gun. His smoke bomb launcher popped from his left shoulder and aimed at his targets. “Do not resist arrest” he said drawing his weapon and setting it to stun. “Shit” Veers cursed under his breath, raising his hands and setting them on the surface. His men followed as well, save for three who sto

he gestures to the two guards. He turns and i see what's hidden behind him a chain hanging from the ceiling with a hook dangling from the end. He picks up the looped end of the rope tying my legs and attaches it to the hook as the other man starts to turn the handle of a winch. The chain rises and though i struggle I'm dragged across the floor.

“Come with me, pretty boy.” I follow behind them, admiring the view of Rhett’s ass with the anal hook. Then I watch Dominic fasten Rhett’s wrists with rope and press a button to lower a hook which he attaches Rhett’s bound wrists to before raising the hook and carefully checking that Rhett is suspended comfortably, then raises it just a tad. Rhett moans as his body stretches.

After hearing a couple of drawers open and close, he moved closer to me and pulled me up with one arm. Having taken his dress shirt off, he now stood shirtless as he reached above my head and slid two metal hooks towards the middle of the front poster, attaching two thick leather cuffs to each hoop. Not saying a word, he grabbed one of my wrists and brought it up to the cuff, locking me into the restraint. Repeating the same process with my other wrist, both of my arms were now restricted above my head.