Goal : : Gagged. Utopia's Story Archive. Reader's Comments (1. Part 1. Football season had arrived (finally), but Bertram Seagram was not a happy man. Seagram seemed unable to give Det. Frost his complete attention. Seagram's questioning went on for a few more minutes, with nothing further revealed. Rather, more like the fluid, energized dance of a featherweight boxer. ![]() Morgan groaned and tugged on her splayed arms. She could hardly move at all, and what she could, only increased her discomfort. Through blurred vision, she watched as the field of white slowly transformed into a shape. In finance, an exchange rate (also known as a foreign-exchange rate, forex rate, ER, FX rate or Agio) between two currencies is the rate at which one currency will be. Port Manteaux churns out silly new words when you feed it an idea or two. Enter a word (or two) above and you'll get back a bunch of portmanteaux created by jamming. Bone Thugs-n-Harmony is an American hip-hop group with an estimated net worth of $45 million. It is a rap band from Cleveland, Ohio. Bone Thugs-n-Harmony has over the. A woman kneeled naked in front of an equally naked man. Tricia figured that they had to remove the old one first. Her body, not comprehending the command, continued to put up a fight. Hall said, startling the girl out of her daydream. The line between, 'What was Good and Wholesome' versus, 'What was Lurid and Repulsive' blurred. Frost had given a particular folder. Margaret Seagram rolled over to find her husband's side of the bed had not been slept in. Were they dealing with a trio of missing women? And as it rose, it grew tighter, much tighter. Dana tried to articulate her hands and found her range of motion had utterly vanished. Seagram had left for the office, but Mrs. Seagram was down at the stable preparing for her ride. Seagram suggested they dismount so that the horses might get a drink. Seagram's horse out on the riding trail. Seagram's mount was nowhere to be seen. Seagram's horse, standing by a tree. Seagram's name again, then listened. After they'd arrived back at the house, Danielle called their commander to inform him of what had happened. Restrained, miserable and with little hope. She'd been caught totally unaware when two guards (the same two? She couldn't tell) pounced on her later that night (or was it day?). More hands steadied her as the straps holding her to the dolly were removed. However the ring capturing her teeth held her mouth agape. Morgan sensed, rather than felt, a pair of hands slip into the handles on her belt. Each grasping a shoulder, they led her from the room. Seagram tried to resist, but had no leverage. Minutes of almost complete silence passed, interrupted by faint scraping noises and voices she could not make out. Presently, her attention was focused on her current state. Tricia hadn't been allowed the chance to see what awaited her, for just before she'd been taken from the auction stage, she had been blindfolded and marched out, still clad in the ridiculously scandalous cheerleaders outfit. Something indefinable pressed against her right breast. Seagram himself, had given Odie this ticket earlier in the week. Seagram saying something about the ticket stub serving as a voucher for a complimentary beer. The Hot Dog vendor also looked upon the 3. C- cup detective with a hungry gaze. Seagram, would have given you a few days off, after your ordeal. Seagram had given you a pass card, so that you could watch the game from one of the suites. She could do nothing but brace herself, certain to be eviscerated by the plethora of spikes. The inanimate projections seemingly came to life, prickling her anywhere they touched, yet caused no permanent injury. Finally, the strap was buckled in place, securing the prods indefinitely. There was a brief moment when the women thought that their captive had expired, for her body was totally limp and listless. But then they noted her chest expand as Joanna took in a labored breath. Joanna's body reeked of processed beef and pork products. Although only trapped in the cart for forty- five minutes, her skin gave off an odor as if she were one big frankfurter. And if the two thought she smelled bad, imagine how their poor blonde had felt, breathing nothing but those noxious fumes for almost an hour. She decided not to ask. It was better not to ask too many questions in this business, or one was likely to wake up one morning, brutally bound and awaiting shipment overseas. The pair picked up the bound officer and placed her on a cot. This cot too, was devoid of a mattress. Perhaps it was the cool, CLEAN air of the small cell, or maybe the way the cot's springs poked at the policewoman's skin, but the duo saw the trussed woman renew her struggles. The were feeble (in large part to the restraints) but the guards gave her credit for having spunk. The head guard released the air inflating the outer hood. Unzipping that and unlacing the inner leather helmet took much less time than it had to install it. When it was pulled free, their captive blinked furiously in the room's harsh light. Joanna's complexion resembled that of a steamed lobster. Creases covered the exposed skin of her face like scars, due to the inner stitching of the helmet. But what the guards noticed most, was the fire that burned in the blonde's eyes. This was a woman who would not succumb to her training meekly.( link opens in new window ). Joanna lurched against her restraints, then winced, as the coils of the cot's mesh dug into some very sensitive places. She seemed to calm down, but held her two captors with a steady glare. There came a knock on the door, breaking the stand off. The subordinate went to and opened the door. In walked Stanley, his eyes going directly to the trussed up blonde on the cot. Joanna shifted her gaze to the male who had entered the room. Giving the detective credit, she didn't break off eye contact with the large man, but a trickle of sweat ran down her forehead. The man's look, posture and demeanor, spelled nothing but trouble. Stanley reached the cot and casually flicked open the switchblade he'd been palming. Her eyes snapped open, when Stanley's knife kissed along her right hip. Efficiently, the man sliced open the leg of her shorts. Moments later the other leg was cut, rendering her brief attire useless. He rolled the helpless woman on to her side and grasped the front portion of the tattered shorts. He gave them a sharp tug, however the crushingly tight strap squeezing her upper thighs, did not cooperate. It took three firm yanks which, in the process, bunched Joanna's underwear uncomfortably deep within her feminine cleft. Finally, the brief, white nylon slid free. Seeing Joanna's g- string underneath, he smiled and simply grabbed the garment's front panel. He yanked on it viciously. The wispy panel and dental floss waistband didn't stand a chance. Joanna expected to be mauled right then and there, but instead, her molester cut off her top and bra. The blonde's skin blushed at her nudity in front of these strangers. Stanley reached down and pinched one of her nipples, generating an undercurrent of buzzing profanity. He smiled and motioned for the two female guards to assist him. He rolled Joanna on to her stomach once more. Straps attached to the cot were drawn over the curvy policewoman at her shoulders, mid and lower back. The effect was that of a great hand pressing her down in to the wire mesh. She couldn't do more than twitch. Then the trio began unfastening her leg straps. Eventually, limbs that had been begging to straighten, were allowed to do just that. Briefly. Even before the pins and needles in her muscles had waned, Joanna found her legs doubled against each other once again. Only this time each leg was strapped individually. Once more, her heels were pressing into her now naked derriere. More straps or cords (she could not see) were connected down near her folded knees. These were drawn to the edges of the cot and with it, each folded stump of her legs. When tied off, it left her limbs spread wide. Joanna felt very, VERY exposed. God knows I'm certainly not turned on by any of this. Then it moved up to her breasts, reaching them from under the cot. The man squeezed and kneaded her bust, working more and more of each tit through the gaps in the mesh. Far from getting turned on, Joanna started to wish the bastard would just get it over with. She was completely baffled when the hands paused, then renewed their rubbing down on her feet. This was truly unsettling, because Joanna was terribly ticklish. In spite of her dire circumstances, she could not suppress the snort of involuntary laughter as the hands roamed the exposed soles of her feet. Things went in to hysterics, when he started working his fingers in between her toes. The blonde's ears began to ring and she feared that she wouldn't be able to catch her breath, when thankfully, the hands moved away. She felt the man's weight rise from the cot. As the subordinate opened the door for a second time, she took a step back in surprise. In walked Stanley, followed closely by Irene. Each of them carried a pair of Golden Retriever puppies. As they entered the room, the stench of processed meat permeating off Joanna, sent them into a frenzy. Then her attention gravitated to something else. Part 3. 3(added: 0. Danielle Frost's return to consciousness was not laced with surreal dreams of eating a giant marshmallow or any such nonsense. From the trunk- like base, which was about 1. And you will do what you've been ordered to do. Thus distracted, a misstep was inevitable. The complete opposite of an 'out of body experience', the officer's intimate regions had become the center of her universe. The huge ball gag smothered her voice, reducing it to a drool slathered whimper. One had a dishearteningly familiar shape. The unpredictable program switched tack yet again, the prods vibrating in arrhythmic waves, whilst a cornucopia of pleasant sexual images flashed across the screen. Part 4. 1(added: 1. The elevator slowed and after a few moments, the doors parted. Part 4. 2(added: 1. Whilst Bert had begun his sleuthing in the security command post, things had been far from idle for the two detectives and their co- captives. Her head remained absolutely rock steady, no doubt due to the impossibly wide collar (also green) craning her neck. More hemp cinched her ankles together. Seagram himself had shown up after dark and detailed the new house he'd wished to build for his groundskeeper.
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