Beauty wants dominate Beast for fairytales.
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Once upon a time - can only happen when you turn on your PM's.
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Well. How shall Beauty become enslaved? Sold by her evil step mother / the trophy wife of her estranged father?
"...her father has had it. 'Her!'" the woman spat out as I apprised her in the dim light of the dingy booth. Hey, the choice of the place was hers. It lacked charm but at least the coffee was pretty good. And the waitress flirty. I smiled up at her as she freshened my cup.
The woman across from me frowned. "Am I boring you?"
"Not at all. Do go on. But understand something. My patience is starting to become frayed. If you're backing out, well then just tell me and I'm outta here."
We've done business before. The lady had some serious kinks, and an interesting client list; just because she'd married and had a respectable facade just made life that more interesting. I wonder if her husband had any inkling - nah. That wouldn't be her style.
This transaction though, was personal. That made it unusual.
She glared first, then shrugged her shoulders and relaxed the muscles of her face and neck. "No. Not backing out." Her hand disappeared into a jacket pocket, when reemerged it held a key. "Just follow the plan."
I took it from her and nodded. "Just make sure you do as well." My eyes met hers. White heat was in her gaze. Meh. "And the check belongs to you." But as I got up I sought out the waitress - gave her a nice tip. And her phone number in return.
It was a couple of days later - mid day is always a better time to do a snatch and grab. Most people are at work, paying attention to other things. I pulled the truck into the drive, grabbed the clipboard, exited the cab, walked to the back of the truck. Dropped the lift gate then opened the rear door - climbed in and grabbed the hand truck.
The key got me into the side door of the garage. I set the hand truck next to the old chest freezer I was supposed to be salvaging after I made sure the door was closed behind me. Then entered the house. It was supposed to be empty - I gave it a couple of seconds though. Satisfied I crept to where the 'package' was supposed to be.
Drugged of course, breathing nicely. Limp and thankfully small. I lifted my captive off her bed and slung her over my shoulder - the trip back to the garage was a quick one. I set her down on the floor and pulled some zip ties from my coverall pockets. Wrists first, then ankles - the ball gag was in another pocket. That went next.
She nestled easily into the old freezer - the step mom may be a total bitch but at least the inside of the thing was clean. I closed the lid, got the garage door open and with the hand truck Beauty kept blissfully quiet as I eased her onto the lift gate - then the truck.
Securing the box to the truck side took moments - and a couple of straps held the lid to the freezer open as well. A couple of minutes later and I left the house - and sleeping beauty's new adventure was just starting.
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"...her father has had it. 'Her!'" the woman spat out as I apprised her in the dim light of the dingy booth. Hey, the choice of the place was hers. It lacked charm but at least the coffee was pretty good. And the waitress flirty. I smiled up at her as she freshened my cup.
The woman across from me frowned. "Am I boring you?"
"Not at all. Do go on. But understand something. My patience is starting to become frayed. If you're backing out, well then just tell me and I'm outta here."
We've done business before. The lady had some serious kinks, and an interesting client list; just because she'd married and had a respectable facade just made life that more interesting. I wonder if her husband had any inkling - nah. That wouldn't be her style.
This transaction though, was personal. That made it unusual.
She glared first, then shrugged her shoulders and relaxed the muscles of her face and neck. "No. Not backing out." Her hand disappeared into a jacket pocket, when reemerged it held a key. "Just follow the plan."
I took it from her and nodded. "Just make sure you do as well." My eyes met hers. White heat was in her gaze. Meh. "And the check belongs to you." But as I got up I sought out the waitress - gave her a nice tip. And her phone number in return.
It was a couple of days later - mid day is always a better time to do a snatch and grab. Most people are at work, paying attention to other things. I pulled the truck into the drive, grabbed the clipboard, exited the cab, walked to the back of the truck. Dropped the lift gate then opened the rear door - climbed in and grabbed the hand truck.
The key got me into the side door of the garage. I set the hand truck next to the old chest freezer I was supposed to be salvaging after I made sure the door was closed behind me. Then entered the house. It was supposed to be empty - I gave it a couple of seconds though. Satisfied I crept to where the 'package' was supposed to be.
Drugged of course, breathing nicely. Limp and thankfully small. I lifted my captive off her bed and slung her over my shoulder - the trip back to the garage was a quick one. I set her down on the floor and pulled some zip ties from my coverall pockets. Wrists first, then ankles - the ball gag was in another pocket. That went next.
She nestled easily into the old freezer - the step mom may be a total bitch but at least the inside of the thing was clean. I closed the lid, got the garage door open and with the hand truck Beauty kept blissfully quiet as I eased her onto the lift gate - then the truck.
Securing the box to the truck side took moments - and a couple of straps held the lid to the freezer open as well. A couple of minutes later and I left the house - and sleeping beauty's new adventure was just starting.
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Being capture, bound, and disoriented, Beauty is looking forward to the adventures this Huntsman has planned for her. Maybe he will treat me like a slut, a sex slave as my father did, and his friends, sometimes thirty in one night, dressing me in clothes, (as my wicked step-mother would say,"only a whore would wear.") and having their way with me.
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But first - Beauty must allow conversations in her profile.
The Huntsman drove to the seedier portion of town. Run down, dirty. Industrial. Dirty brick warehouses with filthy glass block windows and rusted burglar bars the dominate feature. He hummed as he drove then grinned as he pulled into the weed and litter choked parking lot to a seemingly abandoned one. Graffiti adorned the sides - but the door to one of the bays opened briskly and surprisingly silent. He backed the van into the gaping maw of the bay - parked - then clicked a fob to close the door.
Feeling satisfied with a job well done he first plucked a small folio from the glove box then exited the cab of the truck then using a set of stairs climbed up onto the loading dock. The building was his, his lair - the appropriate sort of place for a working man such as he. He opened the overhead door to the back of the truck and strode inside.
"Well" he muttered. "Seems that we're waking up. Can't have that." Beauty's eyes were blinking but remained glassy - she was disoriented, not exactly conscious. He opened the folio - selected a slim cylinder. A modified jet injector; it should have contained insulin. "Sweet dreams" he said softly and pressed the end into Beauty's arm Her eyes fluttered - he heard a quiet moan - then she slumped back into the bottom of the freezer chest.
The Huntsman lifted Beauty out of the chest and carried her from the dock into the cavernous interior of his domain. There were things to do, associates to call.
