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The Trial
by TLVSBD (tlvsbd@yahoo.com)
***
A sexy young woman goes to testify against her
kidnappers and winds up back in the same predicament.
(MF, nc, bd)
***
Note to Reader: It is suggested that you read my
previous story "An Infamous Night in London" located in
directory 35, before reading this story as there are
numerous references to it that will make more sense if
you do so.
7:10 PM GMT
A black Mercedes S500 speeds down the highway leaving
London towards the British countryside. It is a cold
October evening as darkness has begun to set in. Inside
the vehicle, there are three occupants; the driver, a
second man in the passenger seat and a bound and gagged
young woman in the trunk of the car. What is the
genesis of this scenario? Let us examine her plight as
well as the series of events that led to her
predicament.
Her eyes slowly attempted to open though the lids felt
like they weighed ten pound each. Something was wrong
but her mind was incapable of comprehending just what
it was. She felt a cold stiffness in her limbs, a
discomfort that was undesirable yet all too familiar.
She was slowly, oh so slowly, emerging from a deep
sleep but even in this half-awake state, she knew her
eyes were now open and yet there seemed to be a
complete absence of light. Only very small slivers of
light seemed to penetrate her space.
She felt her hair cascading over her face. She was
lying on her side on something that felt like carpet.
She felt the constant sensation of movement but as of
yet, it was making no sense to her.
Ann Marie Harrison or "Annie" as she preferred to be
called attempted to raise her hands to move her hair
from her eyes but her hands and arms did not respond.
She felt a tightness around her limbs that somehow was
preventing her arms and legs from responding to the
commands from her brain. Was she dreaming? Had she
slept in an unnatural position and developed cramps?
What the hell had happened to her? Her mouth was dry
and she tried to lick her lips but something stymied
her.
She was more awake now and her brain was starting to
function more normally. More attempts at movement.
Again and again, she was unable to get her body to do
what she wanted. The tightness around her arms and legs
were now becoming more and more obvious. A similar
restraining tightness was felt on her ankles and
wrists. Something was seriously wrong. With the passing
of each second, she was becoming more and more aware of
her predicament.
Now almost totally lucid, Annie could feel what her
dilemma was.
Only now did she realize that she was stringently bound
and gagged. She twisted her hands and feet but felt no
give whatsoever. And that feeling of movement had
translated in her mind to the quick realization that
she was in the trunk of a car.
"Oh My God," she thought to herself, "How in the world
did I get myself into this situation... again."
Unable to see in the cramped quarters of the trunk, she
quickly surveyed her situation. Her mouth was gagged
and she felt the presence of an extremely tight ball-
gag. She could feel tight bands of rope, above and
below her breasts, around her chest, pinning her arms
to her sides. Similarly, ropes had been tightly wound
around her upper legs and her ankles. She could feel
that she was hogtied by the fact that her body had been
bent like a bow so that her hands were so close to her
feet, she could feel the heels of her shoes with her
outstretched fingers.
Her hands were tightly cinched behind her back and she
could feel the ropes biting into her skin. Her wrists
had been pulled up to the small of her back and
pinioned there by a rope tied very tightly around her
waist. She could also feel the presence of rope between
her legs. Not being able to see, she could surmise that
she had a length of rope tied to her hands, passed
between her legs, looped around the waist rope and back
through her pussy before being tied off to her hands
once again.
This was an indignity she had felt before and it
brought back the unpleasant memories of the London
hotel room where she had endured stringent bondage and
the invasion of her privates for almost five hours. As
before, with the slightest movement of her hands, the
rope between her legs would rub against her clit and
stimulate her while chafing her most intimate parts. It
was a simultaneous combination of pleasure and
discomfort, good and evil, agony and ecstasy
Annie contorted herself to find a more comfortable
position. Her skirt rode up high on her legs as she
twisted and she could feel the bare skin of her thighs,
above the tops of her nylons rubbing on the carpeted
floor of the trunk. It was only now that the
realization came to her. She was tightly bound and
gagged. She had been abducted and she was in a car
trunk being transported God knows where. On top of that
"Where was Tim?"
Her last recollection was entering the rental car in
the parking structure adjacent to the courthouse. Then,
out of nowhere, the feel of a rough hand cupping her
breast and another hand jamming a wet, stinky cloth
over her mouth and then...
Annie UMFED'd into her gag but very little sound
escaped. She had been silenced quite effectively and
the sound of the engine and road noise would surely
drown out her cries. She decided it was useless to
scream, at least until the car stopped or reached its
destination. It's destination! Where was that? What
would happen when they got there? Would she be alive
tomorrow? Where was Tim? Her mind ran the gamut of
despair.
Her tightly bound arms, legs, ankles and wrists ached
from the ropes that held them. Her mouth propped open
by the ball-gag caused her jaws to ache. Her pussy
invaded by the crotch rope tied to her wrists only
caused further consternation. Here she was, once again,
dressed in some of her sexiest clothing and provocative
underwear, bound, gagged, abducted and at the mercy of
men whose intentions for her were deadly at worst and
nefarious at best.
The car hit a bump in the road and her body was thrown
against the trunk lid. Every knot of her bindings
seemed to momentarily tighten as she was thrown about
but as the road smoothed out, she decided to make
herself as comfortable as possible until they arrived
at wherever they were going. Drawing her feet up under
herself as best she could, she rolled over on her back.
The hog-tie forced her knees to point upwards and she
felt her skirt settle around her waist. She knew her
garters, nylons and thong, bisected by the rope, would
be in plain view if they were to open the trunk at that
moment but she was more interested in temporary comfort
at that moment than in modesty. As she rolled to her
side, tears rolled down her face as she decided to wait
and see how this whole thing would play out.
1:15 PM GMT
Months had passed since Annie's ordeal in London. She
naively assumed it was all in the past until she
received word that she would have to appear as a
witness in the trial of the three men. This of course
meant she would have to travel overseas to confront her
tormentors in a British court of law.
She had no desire to see them once again and had it
been possible to convict them without her testimony,
she would have ignored the subpoena to appear. But the
prosecutor had assured her that her testimony was
critical and that without it, the three men just might
be acquitted.
So it was that Annie and Tim found themselves back in
London at the courthouse where the trial was about to
begin.
In a surprise move, the defense attorney had argued in
his opening remarks that there had been no crime and
that Annie had in fact agreed to consensual sex as well
as bondage role-play. But that due to her embarrassment
and the subsequent actions taken by Tim, he argued that
Annie had changed her mind and falsely accused the
three men of abducting her. Annie was incensed to hear
this and was now anxious to face her captors in court
and exact her revenge through the legal system.
To add to her displeasure, the three men had actually
been granted bail and were free to roam about the city
unsupervised. This of course made her feel quite uneasy
but she had been assured by the prosecution that they
had been on their best behavior since being released,
had surrendered their passports and were not considered
a threat to her well being.
As an additional indignation, the defense had
requested, and the judge had granted, a motion that
Annie appear in court wearing the exact same outfit she
had worn that Infamous Night in London so that the jury
could see how provocatively dressed she had been and to
further support the notion that she had been a willing
participant. It was the age old tactic by an
unscrupulous shyster of putting the victim on trial.
Despite the protests of the prosecution, the judge had
issued a directive that Annie must wear the identical
clothing she had worn that night.
3:00 PM GMT
Thus attired, Annie took her seat in the courtroom with
Tim by her side. The sexy young woman made quite a site
and the effect on the spectators and the jurors was
instantaneous. She had worn the same skimpy black silk
top, short flared brown suede miniskirt and brown ankle
strap stiletto heels. Taking the judges order
literally, she had also worn the same undergarments
which consisted of a black lacy plunge bra and matching
thong, a frilly nylon and lace garter belt and dark
brown nylon stockings.
The trial had commenced with the prosecutor making his
opening remarks, followed by a long diatribe by the
defense attorney. At long last, the prosecutor opened
his case by calling Annie to the stand as his first
witness. Annie strode confidently to the stand and as
she did, the five male jurors held their collective
breath as they watched her approach the witness chair,
her short skirt swaying back and forth with each step,
her dainty feet arched in the sky-high stiletto shoes
and her pert young breasts bouncing seductively with
each step.
The witness chair was open to the court. That is, there
was no privacy panel as in most courtrooms. As such,
the jurors and spectators alike would have an
unobstructed view of the legs of the young woman taking
the stand. Annie took her seat in the chair and
carefully crossed one leg over the other. Despite her
efforts to remain modest, the short skirt provided a
glimpse of the nylon stockings she wore which did not
go undetected by the jury. The female jurors looked at
one another in disbelief while the male jurors could be
seen smiling to themselves with glee.
To the women on the jury, Annie appeared to be at
worst, a tramp and at best, a vixen. Already some of
them had come to the opinion that she had played a
larger role in her predicament than the prosecution
would have them believe.
This of course was exactly what the defense had hoped
to accomplish. All was going according to plan for the
defense team.
"Please state your name, occupation, date and place of
birth" said the prosecutor.
"Ann Marie Harrison; realtor; March 18, 1977, Los
Angeles, California, USA" was her reply.
"Miss Harrison. Please recount for the Crown, the
events of March 14, 2005 which led to you testifying
here today."
But then, just as she opened her mouth to begin her
testimony, the court was disrupted by a large outburst
from the defense table and a huge commotion from
defendant Michael Collins. Michael was bent over,
clutching his stomach in obvious pain and vomiting
violently.
After several minutes of this, the defense abruptly
stood and demanded that court be recessed for the day
so that his client could seek the necessary medical
attention he so desperately needed. The judge could
hardly refuse this request and recessed the trial until
the following day at 9:00 AM.
Thus said, the jurors were excused and the spectators,
witnesses and all the lawyers filed out of the room as
Michael was escorted to the infirmary located in the
basement of the ancient courthouse.
Tim and Annie had parked their rental car on the 6th
floor of the high rise parking structure adjacent to
the courthouse and were making their way to their car.
Their intent was to grab a bite to eat and head back to
their hotel.
Just as they approached the car, two shadowy figures
leaped out at them from behind a van parked next to
Tim's rental. Before he had time to even blink, Tim had
been knocked to the floor and zapped in the upper back
with a stun gun, sending 80,000 volts of electricity
though his body and rendering him harmless.
Simultaneously, the other man had grabbed Annie from
behind and forced a chloroformed cloth over her mouth.
Annie fought valiantly but was quickly overcome by the
sickening fumes of the chemical and after a few
seconds, fell limp in the arms of the perpetrator.
Acting quickly, the men lifted Tim into the driver's
seat of his rental car and painfully jammed a note to
his chest with a hatpin. This they expected he would
read upon regaining his ability to move. The note read:
IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER ALIVE AGAIN, DO EXACTLY AS WE
SAY. DO NOT CALL POLICE. SAY NOTHING TO NO ONE. GO BACK
TO YOUR HOTEL ROOM AND AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS VIA
INSTANT MESSENGER ON YOUR CELLPHONE.
Acting quickly, the two men now lifted Annie and rushed
her to a Mercedes sedan that was parked a few feet
away. Her limp body was unceremoniously dumped in the
trunk and her hands quickly tied behind her back, her
ankles similarly tied with a length of rope and a ball-
gag jammed into her mouth and tightly buckled behind
her head. The trunk lid was slammed shut and the two
men abruptly left the garage and drove off.
After about fifteen minutes, the men, who not
coincidently turned out to be co-defendants Ian and
Ralphie pulled the Mercedes behind a warehouse in a
rundown part of the city. Since they had by necessity,
hurriedly the garage, this stop was to finish tying
Annie to assure she would not escape once she regained
consciousness.
It was a dark area and well concealed from the street
so the two felt comfortable finishing their work here.
Opening the trunk, they were please to see that Annie
was still out cold and spread out on the floor of the
massive trunk. Naturally, her wrists were still secured
behind her back and her ankles were likewise
stringently tied and cinched.
Moving with combined precision, they produced
additional lengths of cotton rope and began to bind
their luscious captive. Ralphie looped a piece of rope
three times around Annie's thighs and then tightly
applied two cinches and knotted it twice. At the same
time, Ian had been working on her upper arms, looping
rope around them above the elbows and pulling them
tightly together until they nearly touched. This
accomplished, he looped the rope over her shoulders,
under her arms and then tied three tight wraps above
and below her breasts, pinning her arms to her body.
These tight binding has forced her breasts out and up
and was quite tantalizing to Ian has he went about his
work.
Annie stirred slightly appearing as if she were about
to regain consciousness but unknown to her captors, it
was only a reflex as a result of the tight bindings.
Nevertheless, the men felt a need to speed things up
and secure her ever tighter.
Turning her on her stomach, they raised her wrists up
to the small of her back. Holding them there, Ian
looped another piece of rope around her already tied
wrists and cruelly knotted it. Then, he took the loose
end of the rope and wrapped it twice around her waist
and back to her wrists.
From there, they took the trailing end and looped it
inside the waistband of her short skirt and threaded it
down between the lips of her pussy, looped it up around
the ropes around her waist and back again alongside the
other rope snaking itself between her pussy lips and
finally back up to her wrists, finishing it all with a
hard cruel yank to assure themselves that it could
penetrate her crevices no deeper.
Had she been awake, she would have surely screamed with
all her might at this indignity and painful invasion of
her most precious parts she was temporarily saved from
this because of the chloroform that had rendered her
lifeless.
Lastly, they attached yet another rope to her wrists
and pulling her feet up towards her rear end, attached
it to the rope around her ankles, pulling her into a
strict hogtie.
Ralphie pushed her onto her side so that she was facing
them. Her skirt had ridden up so that the garter straps
and nylons were in full view. Also clearly visible were
the ropes between her legs cleverly bisecting her pussy
and pulling her black thong deep into her along with
them. They admired the fact that by threading the
crotch-rope inside the waistband of her skirt, it would
not be visible under ordinary circumstances but
actually quite obvious now in her current state.
They took pleasure in knowing that once she awoke, she
would see her predicament and would be incredibly
embarrassed by the sight she provided.
One last thing needed attending to before leaving. Ian
checked the firmness of the ballgag and decided it
needed to be tighter to ensure her silence. With that,
he re-strapped the gag one more notch and re-secured it
behind her head.
Now Ralphie was standing at his side with a digital
camera. Reaching into the trunk, he raised Annie's
skirt even higher so that all her under things were in
plain view. The black straps of the garter belt and the
nylon stockings made for a vivid contrast to the white
cotton ropes that held her legs fast. Similarly, the
rope around her breasts contrasted with the black bra
that had been forced out of the skimpy top she wore.
Ralphie took three or four photos of the damsel in
distress, making sure that the crotch-rope was clearly
visible. He wanted to make sure that Tim would see the
distress his girlfriend was in so there would be no
doubt about their resolve and what would befall her if
he didn't follow their instructions to the letter. Then
laughing to himself, he slammed the lid down, shutting
the world away from the beautiful captive.
Back in the garage, Tim had come to and removed the
painful pin from his chest. He read the note and a
shiver came over him as he realized that the entire
vomiting routine in the courtroom had been staged. He
further realized that they had put Annie on the stand
just long enough for the jury to get the wrong
impression of her and that the whole idea was to
present her as a vamp but not let her testify. The jury
has not yet learned that she had been ordered to dress
as she did for that infamous night on the town.
Instead, their recollection would be that she had
dressed extremely seductively for her testimony and
their last memory of her would be of a woman who
dressed like a slut.
He had done as instructed and not notified the police.
A lot of help they had been, allowing these thugs back
on the street. He felt he had no choice but to go along
with these thugs and see how it played out. Now back in
his room, his phone chimed to indicate an incoming
instant message. He had no idea how they got his cell
phone number but obviously they had.
Tim nearly went into cardiac arrest when the pictures
came through. There was Annie, stringently tied and
exposed in the trunk of a car. He looked at the ball-
gag and the crotch-rope and wondered to himself how
long she could endure this predicament. He was angered
at the mere thought of her sexiest undergarments being
displayed so glaringly to her captors and she being
powerless to stop it. He loved garters, nylons and
black underwear in general on Annie but hated the fact
that these men had taken advantage of it and used it to
cause him such distress.
Attached to the pictures was a text message that simply
said,
"IF YOU TESTIFY TOMORROW OR TELL POLICE ANYTHING, SHE
DIES...'BUT ONLY AFTER WE FUCK HER SEVERAL DOZEN TIMES!
BUY TWO AIRLINE TICKETS TO MOSCOW FOR TOMORROW. AWAIT
FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS. DON'T BE STUPID IF YOU WANT TO
SEE HER AGAIN."
8:30 PM GMT
After what seemed like an eternity, the black Mercedes
turned off the highway and moved silently along an
unpaved road for about two miles before stopping at a
cabin, miles from the nearest neighbor and sheltered
from civilization by hills and a thick forest of trees.
Ralphie and Ian exited the car and popped the trunk and
looked with lust at their sexy bound captive. Annie was
wide awake and could not suppress the horrified look as
she gazed upon her two captors and recognized them
instantly. It was only now that she fully realized the
extent of her plight. Could Michael be far away? The
thought was terrifying to her and her future was in
doubt. Almost as frightening was her imminent outlook
as she realized she was far from the help she so
desperately needed.
With a smirk and a chuckle from Ralphie, the two men
reached into the trunk and lifted the tethered young
woman into their arms. Ralphie took her by the
underarms and Ian grabbed her by the legs. The ropes
immediately tightened and the crotch-rope dug into her
sex even further than she thought possible. Annie
screamed as loud as she could but the ball-gag muffled
her cries and the only sound that escaped was a
restricted MMMMRPPPPPPAAAPPPPPHH.
They carried her into the cabin and unceremoniously
dumped her on a cot off to the side of what looked to
be a small bedroom. The ropes were so tight she didn't
think she could stand it one minute longer yet knew she
would have to endure this bondage for as long as they
wanted. Her skirt was up around her waist and her
garter belt, thong and nylons were in plain view of the
men. She was powerless to do anything about her
predicament.
Now Michael entered the room, obviously no worse for
the wear of the vomiting problem he had in court
earlier in the day. "We meet again little lady" he
said. The words and the sound of his voice made Annie
shiver and she instinctively tried to draw back from
him but the bonds held her fast. Michael ran his hand
up and down her nylon clad legs and then dipped it
between her legs.
Looping one finger under the crotch-rope, he pulled it
out of her pussy about an inch and with his other hand,
ran his finger over her clitoris several times. Annie
flinched at the touch and was embarrassed and angry
with herself as she realized that her body was
responding to the touch. "Still the same horny little
bitch you were before I see" he said. And with that, he
withdrew his hand and let the crotch-rope snap back
into place between the lips of her pussy. He laughed
out loud as Annie recoiled at the re-insertion of the
rope.
"Make her more comfortable guys!" he barked as he left
the room. Annie didn't know what this meant but she
would welcome anything that would change her dilemma.
Ian left the room and returned with a low back chair
which he put in the middle of the room. While Ian was
fetching the chair, Ralphie had produced a knife and
had cut the bonds at Annie's arms and waist as well as
the crotch-rope. Annie was instantly thrilled to have
some relief from the stringent bonds but her respite
was short lived. He then unzipped her skirt yanked it
off her legs and discarded it on the floor. Next, to
avoid untying her hands, he cut the black top off her
body and dumped it next to the skirt. Annie was now
left with only bra, thong, garter belt, nylons and her
heels.
The two of them lifted her up and sat her on the chair.
They put her arms, still bound at the wrists over the
back of the chair. Her legs were still tied and ankle
and thigh as she sat awaiting the next move.
She didn't have to wait long as Ian produced a length
of rope about three feet long. He lifter her feet and
positioned the heels of her stiletto heels over the
bottom rung of the chair. Then, bending over, he tied
the rope as an additional cinch knot around her ankle
bindings, wrapped it around the rung and continued it
up under the chair where it was tightly tied to her
wrists. Next, a long length of rope was tied several
times around her waist and the middle part of chair
back. This forced her back against the chair. She could
see the rope digging into the skin of her belly as it
held her fast to the chair back.
Now Ian was looping another piece of rope around the
waist rope in front. She knew what was coming but could
do nothing about it. He tightened the loop and
carefully positioned the double strands of rope between
her legs, threaded it between her legs and pulled hard
as he tied it off to her wrists. Once again, she would
suffer the indignities of a crotch-rope only this time
as she was tied to a chair. Looking down she could see
the double strand of white rope disappear into her
crack and taking the tiny wispy black thong along with
it. He had pulled it so tight before tying it to her
wrist that she thought it would cut her in half.
Annie's eyes implored them to show mercy but none would
come. There was a considerable amount of drool coming
from her mouth as she fought the gag reflex caused by
the ball-gag. Her jaws ached something awful and her
crotch burned from the rope between her legs.
The last of her bondage was completed as they wrapped
several tight strands of rope above and below her
breasts and secured her to the chair back. They also
wrapped two or three strands around her elbows behind
the chair and then tightened them to within an inch of
each other. Her chair bondage was now complete.
Ian returned with the camera and took a number of
pictures from different angles of the bound and gagged
Annie. These of course would also be sent to Tim to
assure his silence and cooperation.
"Have fun" Ralphie said as they left the room. To make
matters worse, they shut the light off as they left the
room turning it pitch black. Out in the middle of the
country, with no moon and no light, Annie might as well
have been buried underground.
Annie could feel the tears streaming down her face as
she tried to make sense of her quandary. She bucked and
twisted trying to find the slightest bit of relief but
none would come. They had tied her so tight that escape
was out of the question and the slightest reprieve was
out of the question. She was wearing nylons but nylons
provided little if any protection from the taut ropes.
Here in her sexiest underwear, she knew they took
additional pleasure in seeing her tied so sexily clad.
She loved garter belts and nylons but now, she wished
she had opted for something else.
An hour passed, then another and another. Annie could
no longer feel her wrists. Her ankles and thighs, held
tightly by the bands of cotton rope, felt void of
circulation. The rope tying her wrists to her ankles
had pulled her shoulders back and her hands way down
toward her ankles forcing her into an unnatural
position. And that confounded crotch-rope was
threatening to split her pussy in two.
Suddenly the door opened and light was turned on. It
took her a moment to focus as her eyes adjusted but
when she did, she saw Michael standing in front of her
with his pants unzipped, his fully erect penis in hand
and a diabolical grin on his face as he said "Time for
some fun with Dick and Jane!"
Annie bucked back in her chair, reflexively trying to
escape but she knew she was at his mercy. Michael
walked over and gave her left boob a painful squeeze
and laughed as her nipple popped out of the bra with
the help pf the ropes over and under her breasts. Now
standing over her, his swollen prick only inches from
her face, he once again ran his fingers over her
stockinged legs. Her horrified eyes widened to twice
their normal size as her apprehension of what was about
to come began to sink in. She was about to be forced to
suck this guy off, raped and who knows what else?
"My God, please help me she thought!"
It was at that exact moment that she heard the sound,
the unmistakable sound of a helicopter. Almost
simultaneously, she heard the front door to the cabin
come crashing in and the sound of several men shouting
and screaming, "Down on the floor. Hands behind your
head!"
She saw the bright light of the 10,000 candle power
helicopter spotlight illuminate the room as if the sun
itself had stopped in for a visit.
It was a London SWAT team. She could see it on their
uniforms. Within seconds, the three perps had been
neutralized, hands cuffed behind them and placed under
arrest. She noticed Michael's dick was still hanging
out of his pants and for a brief moment she wished he
had tried to put it in her mouth so she could have
bitten it off... perhaps a last hurrah before he killed
her but probably worth it.
The SWAT commander approached the bound woman and
despite her predicament and his years of professional
training, she could see he was quite taken by the sight
of this scantily clad young woman, bound and gagged and
provocatively dressed. Nonetheless, his duty came first
and he quickly cut the ropes free that held her
captive. The tiny sexy lingerie clad Annie rubbed her
wrists and ankles and then unexpectedly, jumped into
the arms of the commander. He could feel himself being
aroused by not only the sight of this woman in black
lingerie but also by the feel of her body pressing
against his.
He gained control of himself however and escorted her
out to the SWAT van where she was given a coat to cover
herself.
"How did you find me?" she asked. "And what took you so
long?"
"GPS" he replied. "All those Benz's have 'em you know.
The Mercedes was a rental car. We had them under
surveillance since they were let out on bail but the
system went down for about three hours and we lost you.
Once the system came back up though, it was a piece of
cake."
"Let's see their lawyer try to get them out of this
one. They'll rot in prison for 40 years at least."
"Come on, we'll take you to the hospital for a check up
and then to see your boyfriend. I'll bet he's still
trying to figure out what to do with two tickets to
Moscow."
"I'm not going to Moscow or anywhere else but back
home," said Annie. "I don't need any more infamous
nights in London."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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