Trapped In Pantyhose Novels & Stories

The only sound in the cavernous space was the erratic, hollow dripping of rainwater leaking through the rotting roof and splashing onto the cracked concrete floor. Every few minutes, a fresh wave of blinding panic would wash over me, tightening my chest until I could barely draw breath. I yanked violently at the heavy iron chain secured around my left ankle for what must have been the hundredth time. The thick metal links clanked loudly against the rusted steel structural pole, the heavy-duty padlock refusing to give even a single millimetre. I was completely, utterly trapped.

Aria woke up with a start. She felt the banging pain of a headache attacking her head. Worst still, she couldn't see because a blindfold was restricting her sight. When she tried to move, she couldn't, she had been pinned to a chair, bound in tight ropes to keep her in place. Aria struggled to ease her arms as they were now growing numb due to tightness. “Hello?” she called out since her mouth has not been gagged. There was no response.

“I worked sixteen-hour days during those five years in the middle of nowhere. My periods stopped for months at a time. My hair was falling out in handfuls. I endured all of it because I kept telling myself that I would finally marry you when I came back.” The color drained from his face. “As for you, in those same five years, you got married, had a child, and now, you’re expecting another.” I let out a laugh. “I’m sorry.” “What good is your apology?” I looked straight at him. “Dan, you’ve made it impossible even to hate you. You’ve made me feel like a fool.” The rain came down harder. He opened the umbrella and tried to angle it over me. I pushed his hand away and stepped into the downpour.

She has been in the clan for days, and not once have they permitted her to leave. It felt as though today would be unique. She looked out the window and noticed a black truck arriving; three people got out, and suddenly half of the guards began leaping in joy. One of them appeared very gothic, clad entirely in black attire, sporting a nose ring, an eye ring, and black boots that seemed capable of feeding an entire family for a month. It seemed like Versace.

I was dressed in a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, with a Rayna circle chain belt, a pair of black knee-high boots, a black cross over Bardot top with long sleeves and my black Saint Laurent Leather Biker Jacket. After loading my suitcase into the trunk, I made my way around to the backdoor and climbed into the SUV Doyle and I would be travelling in. In the car on our way to Udine I was holding on to Doyle’s hand, and the closer we got to Udine the tighter my grip on Doyle’s hand got. We were getting closer to the Wolf Star pack house when the nerves got to me. I was gripping Doyle’s hand so tight that my knuckles were turning white. It surprised me that he wasn’t pulling his hand away. When

Block the light, Kylie! I closed my eyes tightly and let the pain in my head pass. I think I didn't move for about ten minutes. I just fell on the pillow. When I felt my headache disappear, I opened my eyes again. I tried to get up from the bed and that's when I noticed that I wasn't wearing pants or any underwear. Anything to cover up my legs. My eyes immediately widened. "What the hell?!" Why don't I have bottoms? Did someone rape me Omg?! I immediately groped my whole body and felt if there was anything strange and by God's mercy I did not feel anything strange like not even the sensitive parts of my body and it was still felt the same.

Clary ruffled through until she found a dark blue set and pulled it out. The set was made of navy-blue satin briefs with a thick band of soft, black lace. Clary removed her current plain black boxers and slid on the delicate pants. They hugged her shape a little too snugly - they were her after all, especially a pregnant Clary. This only meant Clary's ass hung out of them a little more and the little silver trinket in the shape of an 'D' that hung from the bottom of the lace band sat beautifully in the dip her ass created. The lace band curved around the bottom of Clary's bump, decorating it in swirling designs.

I sighed when he suddenly inserted one of his fingers into my womanhood while his other hand began to play with my breast. "Ahhh Ethan." I said, I couldn't help but moan because of what he was doing. "I told you Agatha, don’t try my patience because you won't like what I will do to you." he promised emphatically. I don't know what's happening to me as my body is betraying me. I should have pushed him but he didn't want to move my hands. I couldn’t avoid the map clinging tightly to the pillow because of the strange sensation Ethan was giving me.

Ordered two guards to drag the girl out. They threw Cathrine in the rain like trash. She felt a pain in her stomach. Stacy cursed and insulted Cathrine, saying that she was just a bitch who tries to seduce and trap men like Andrew. The pain in Cathrine's stomach made her can't to reply to her words.

Meanwhile, Daniella sat on the bed in an unfamiliar apartment. Her hair was messy, her lips were dry, and she chewed her nails incessantly. Daniella's bloodshot eyes were fixed on a corner. Her fingers bore evidence of the self-inflicted damage. Daniella thought, 'I don't understand why Casey gets to go out today while I'm stuck in this place? It's bad enough being confined, but there's nothing to occupy me! 'All I get is half a slice of bread each day for several consecutive days! What's Mr. Hendrix trying to achieve? What does he want?'