AmbrosiaCaress
Phoenix Rising!!!
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Life had never been easy for Tayln Gaide
There were many, granted, who suffered worse, yes. She knew that, but it did not lesson the hurt she felt. The hurt of being abandoned at the tender age of 7, by a father who was too drunk to care. Of never knowing her mother, who, she was told, decided that life with a baby was not what she wanted. Was that true? Did it matter? No, not anymore. There was no family to help the child, no concerned angel of a social worker who would due whatever it took to see her happy, cared for, loved.
No, things like that only happened in movies.
Her life was not a movie. It never would be.
She had been shuffled from foster home to foster home, either she just did not get along with the parents/guardians, or she did not get along with the other children in the home. She made very few friends, she was never in a place long enough to make friends. Nor did she desire to let anyone that close. That was the real reason she was moved like a peice of unwanted furniture.
But... there was never a shortage of boyfriends. Oh no, never.
Tayln was a classic beauty , with a mane of golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She had just turned 20. Had been on her own, well, she had been out of foster care for the past 2 years. But her life had not really changed all that much. She had moved from place to place, never staying long. Friends were not something she could even begin to deal with. They would only abandon her, hurt her, again.. right? As said before, there was no shortage of men in her life, but none ever stayed, for a simple fact, she refused to sleep with them.
Oh she would do most everything else, kissing, fondling, blowjobs, getting fingered, but she flatly refused to allow any to either taste her or fuck her. In Tayln's mind, it was all about control. It was her body, she could control who did what with it. She was not about to let anyone "in". It was that simple, at least to her.
Talyn had never felt love, no matter what the boys, and now men, altho most were still college boys really, said to her.
She was the perfect specimin....
At least that was what THEY thought. Underground, Secretive, Unknown except only to those accepted into the... Club...
It was time, once more.. There were new members, and these new members were eager for fresh meat, eager for the hunt. The hunt they had heard so much about...
But first, the prey must be gathered, and that was a lengthy, and dangerous process.
It started with the observances, usually on college campuses, perhaps a local mall, concerts, clubs, where ever the prey.. congregated. She, and others like her, were the prey. The lonely college student, the runaway, perhaps even a wife escaping a bad marriage... They knew what to look for. They knew what their members wanted. What was NOT wanted were whores, drug users, drunks... that was not what would make the Membership happy. It took time, patience, and careful planning to stalk, lure, capture, transport the desired prey.
Talyn had been on Their radar for a long time.
Unfortunatley for her, she had no idea who They were.
This night, the night they caught her, she had gotten off the bus in Albany New York. The station was deslolate this time of night, well, in reality, it was early morning. She had no where to go, and as she stepped out of the station, her eyes alight upon a nearby, run down, hotel. A sign blinked $49 per night, vacancy. With a sigh, she turned and headed in that direction. She had no idea that the Manager of that hotel was a member, a member by benefit of birth, his father had been a long standing member, and that very Manager was looking forward to the upcoming hunt. The squirrely little man that he was, he was more than excited to think that this gorgeous little minx would be part of that hunt...
After she checked in, after he had quizzed her, his questions having been a bit uncomfortable for Tayln, but she had answered them anyways, she was tired, and not thinking exactly straight... He gave her the key to room 69... that was the code room... the room where any that the Manager perhaps wanted to sneak in on, to observe, to film, listen to, or to capture...went... Tonight, it was the room Talyn settled into...
She was asleep when They snatched her, kidnapping her quietly right out of that room, out of that hotel, the Manager quickly cleaning up after, erasing all evidence of Tayln Gaide from his records, a leering grin on his face. He was leaving for the Hunt at the end of the week, and would be sure to look for her.... oh yessss... And, if any came looking for her, and he doubted any would, he would simply say no one by that name checked in, it was as simple as that... That grin never faded....
Tayln was blindfolded, gagged, and trussed up like a sacrificial calf, arms and legs tightly bound, her long silken gold hair looking like an angels halo around her head. She was a pretty one, the perfect prey.
That night several other girls around the country also disappeared, off the radar, quietly, without fanfare... It had been a good night... for Them...
Tayln:
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Hello all..
It has been a long time since I have wondered onto Lit to write. But I find that I, at this point in time, would like to take my imagination out for a spin again and get some much needed fantasy excercise. LOL...
Before I begin, I want to state that I will be writing mostly on weekdays... (maybe over the weekends too, depending on how busy real life it at the time)... and I am hoping to be able to post a couple of times each day... Evenings are another matter as I am not available. I live in the Eastern US time zone, just so you know....
I am looking for a male character, perhaps the Leader of the Hunt, or one of the Hunters... however you may wish to play it....PM me your ideas and we can discuss it...
I do require someone who is articulate, imaginative, and has an equal writing ability to my own... in other words, no one liners please. I would like someone with ideas on where to go with this story, because other than this meager beginning, I do not have the story planned out. It can go anywhere... and we can see how this develops...
I prefer dark, erotic writing, and like the use of psychological as well as physical sexual play. I like passion and lust and minglings of seduction and love... I enjoy force involved in the story, the play of Master and slave, Dominant and submissive. My boundries are few and can be discussed via PM once a partner is chosen. I like fantasy, and the play of good and evil... I think you get the idea...
If you are interested in writing the male character, please PM me with your ideas and perhaps an outline of said character...
This story will be CLOSED once I chose a partner...
THANKS
There were many, granted, who suffered worse, yes. She knew that, but it did not lesson the hurt she felt. The hurt of being abandoned at the tender age of 7, by a father who was too drunk to care. Of never knowing her mother, who, she was told, decided that life with a baby was not what she wanted. Was that true? Did it matter? No, not anymore. There was no family to help the child, no concerned angel of a social worker who would due whatever it took to see her happy, cared for, loved.
No, things like that only happened in movies.
Her life was not a movie. It never would be.
She had been shuffled from foster home to foster home, either she just did not get along with the parents/guardians, or she did not get along with the other children in the home. She made very few friends, she was never in a place long enough to make friends. Nor did she desire to let anyone that close. That was the real reason she was moved like a peice of unwanted furniture.
But... there was never a shortage of boyfriends. Oh no, never.
Tayln was a classic beauty , with a mane of golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She had just turned 20. Had been on her own, well, she had been out of foster care for the past 2 years. But her life had not really changed all that much. She had moved from place to place, never staying long. Friends were not something she could even begin to deal with. They would only abandon her, hurt her, again.. right? As said before, there was no shortage of men in her life, but none ever stayed, for a simple fact, she refused to sleep with them.
Oh she would do most everything else, kissing, fondling, blowjobs, getting fingered, but she flatly refused to allow any to either taste her or fuck her. In Tayln's mind, it was all about control. It was her body, she could control who did what with it. She was not about to let anyone "in". It was that simple, at least to her.
Talyn had never felt love, no matter what the boys, and now men, altho most were still college boys really, said to her.
She was the perfect specimin....
At least that was what THEY thought. Underground, Secretive, Unknown except only to those accepted into the... Club...
It was time, once more.. There were new members, and these new members were eager for fresh meat, eager for the hunt. The hunt they had heard so much about...
But first, the prey must be gathered, and that was a lengthy, and dangerous process.
It started with the observances, usually on college campuses, perhaps a local mall, concerts, clubs, where ever the prey.. congregated. She, and others like her, were the prey. The lonely college student, the runaway, perhaps even a wife escaping a bad marriage... They knew what to look for. They knew what their members wanted. What was NOT wanted were whores, drug users, drunks... that was not what would make the Membership happy. It took time, patience, and careful planning to stalk, lure, capture, transport the desired prey.
Talyn had been on Their radar for a long time.
Unfortunatley for her, she had no idea who They were.
This night, the night they caught her, she had gotten off the bus in Albany New York. The station was deslolate this time of night, well, in reality, it was early morning. She had no where to go, and as she stepped out of the station, her eyes alight upon a nearby, run down, hotel. A sign blinked $49 per night, vacancy. With a sigh, she turned and headed in that direction. She had no idea that the Manager of that hotel was a member, a member by benefit of birth, his father had been a long standing member, and that very Manager was looking forward to the upcoming hunt. The squirrely little man that he was, he was more than excited to think that this gorgeous little minx would be part of that hunt...
After she checked in, after he had quizzed her, his questions having been a bit uncomfortable for Tayln, but she had answered them anyways, she was tired, and not thinking exactly straight... He gave her the key to room 69... that was the code room... the room where any that the Manager perhaps wanted to sneak in on, to observe, to film, listen to, or to capture...went... Tonight, it was the room Talyn settled into...
She was asleep when They snatched her, kidnapping her quietly right out of that room, out of that hotel, the Manager quickly cleaning up after, erasing all evidence of Tayln Gaide from his records, a leering grin on his face. He was leaving for the Hunt at the end of the week, and would be sure to look for her.... oh yessss... And, if any came looking for her, and he doubted any would, he would simply say no one by that name checked in, it was as simple as that... That grin never faded....
Tayln was blindfolded, gagged, and trussed up like a sacrificial calf, arms and legs tightly bound, her long silken gold hair looking like an angels halo around her head. She was a pretty one, the perfect prey.
That night several other girls around the country also disappeared, off the radar, quietly, without fanfare... It had been a good night... for Them...
Tayln:
http://s1265.photobucket.com/albums/jj516/CaressAmbrosia/blonde-beauty-thumb448380.jpg
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Hello all..
It has been a long time since I have wondered onto Lit to write. But I find that I, at this point in time, would like to take my imagination out for a spin again and get some much needed fantasy excercise. LOL...
Before I begin, I want to state that I will be writing mostly on weekdays... (maybe over the weekends too, depending on how busy real life it at the time)... and I am hoping to be able to post a couple of times each day... Evenings are another matter as I am not available. I live in the Eastern US time zone, just so you know....
I am looking for a male character, perhaps the Leader of the Hunt, or one of the Hunters... however you may wish to play it....PM me your ideas and we can discuss it...
I do require someone who is articulate, imaginative, and has an equal writing ability to my own... in other words, no one liners please. I would like someone with ideas on where to go with this story, because other than this meager beginning, I do not have the story planned out. It can go anywhere... and we can see how this develops...
I prefer dark, erotic writing, and like the use of psychological as well as physical sexual play. I like passion and lust and minglings of seduction and love... I enjoy force involved in the story, the play of Master and slave, Dominant and submissive. My boundries are few and can be discussed via PM once a partner is chosen. I like fantasy, and the play of good and evil... I think you get the idea...
If you are interested in writing the male character, please PM me with your ideas and perhaps an outline of said character...
This story will be CLOSED once I chose a partner...
THANKS
