Trapped In Pantyhose の小説・ストーリー

' "S-sorry, sir! She came into my room unexpectedly, I couldn't stop her-" "You careless fool. Why blame her? You should've shut down your laptop." Another step forward. Her pulse thundered in her ears. She shuffled back-only to feel the wall behind her. Trapped. "Please forgive me, sir. Don't hit me! You promised you wouldn't." She squeezed her eyes shut, raising both hands to shield her face. Silence. Huh? Nothing? Instead, her hair tie snapped free. Kylie froze as Brown's hand twirled strands of her loose hair. A chill ran down her spine.

His thoughts scrambled as he pondered what they could possibly do during these agonizing hours. They were completely trapped in the twins' unrelenting grip, caught in a vice that seemed tighter with every passing second. It felt entirely impossible to escape from this place without them finding out immediately. Their surveillance and hold were far too absolute. If only he wasn't forced to wear that damn restraining bracelet, there might actually be a small, fighting chance for him and Keno to break free and leave this nightmare behind.

Finding the second hook required twisting my spine into an unnatural angle. *Zip.* The hidden zipper slid up exactly two inches before snagging violently on a loose thread. Gritting my teeth, I pulled harder. The zipper refused to budge. Twisting further, my elbow bumped the mirror. A sharp cramp seized my right shoulder blade. "Damn it," I hissed, dropping my arms. The bodice hung loosely off my chest, exposing entirely too much bare skin. The back remained completely open, dipping dangerously low past my waist. I was hopelessly stuck. Half-naked and trapped in a cage of expensive silk.

He whispered slowly to her ear. He lifted her skirt, exposing her bottom and he daringly pulled down the waistband of her panties. In mere seconds, Niel managed to help her panties escape her slender legs successfully. Then he didn't wait long to unhook his pants and lowered down the zip. His pants got loose and went down half of his legs. He pulled down his boxer brief as well and his erection finally been exposed without a cover.

he said, “One time, and if you don’t like them for any reason, I will let you off the hook for a few months at least. I know you are busy, but you still need to be a twenty-two-year-old. It isn’t fun being alone.” “I was a twenty-two-year-old, eight years ago.” She said with a laugh. He didn’t really understand how she felt. She was trapped in her skin. She had been forced to be something completely different than what she was really. The Curse she was born with. That is what she called it. The thing that changed her life forever and set her on a different path from those around her. “When we were fourteen.”

Back to the beach house... Ashley's body grew tense. She tried to pry his arms off her, but it seemed to be getting harder. Anton had pressed her completely on the couch making her movements limited. She felt so helpless but she didn't intend to stop. She gathered all her strength to free herself from his grasp but his body weight felt like a huge boulder hovering above her. With difficult breathing, she grumbled. "Mr. Stanford... Let go of me, please!"

However, for some reason, her floor-length gown got snagged on the edge of a table, causing some bottles to fall and spill onto her white dress, leaving bright red stains that made Letta curse her carelessness. Letta didn't have much time to clean up the bottles. She had to hurry away before the servants found her. Letta swiftly opened the door and found herself right by the side of the house, next to a tall hedge. This prompted Letta to quickly search for a ladder to help her escape the premises. Letta spotted a bench that could potentially serve as a foothold. With some difficulty and a few scratches, Letta eventually managed to climb over the tall fence and leave the estate area.

I am trapped by my own worlds and thoughts and it is so hard to break free as I was being trapped in a literal way. Once again, I am trapped into the unknown.

They were trapped. The rumbling grew louder, the ground shaking violently now. Ethan and Lena traded a froze look, both of them realizing the same thing: they had strolled into a trap. The tree's roots started to squirm, winding over the ground toward them. Ethan pulled Lena back, but the roots moved with unnatural speed, wrapping around their legs and pulling them toward the tree. Ethan battled, attempting to break free, but the roots were like press, immovable and tireless.

He ignored me and trapped me on the desk… I couldn’t move my upper body and I fruitlessly tried to kick him with my heels. One of his big hands grabbed my waist and he slid off my panties…