Tales of distress from the Nintendo-verse by Golavus, literature
Literature
Tales of distress from the Nintendo-verse
Deep in the land of Fodlan… “Look what you’ve got us into now Claude,” Ingrid huffed as she tugged against the ropes fixing her waist to the tree trunk, pinning her back against the bark. “Hey it’s not my fault that you didn’t stick to my plan!” Claude retorted from where he sat on the damp ground at her side, twisting his hands from where they were bound in front of him and linked to his knees, his upper arms trapped underneath the same length of rope fixing him against the same tree as Ingrid, so they were fastened side by side. “I’m so sorry, your highness, that I decided not to go along with your risky plan that gave away our position to the Imperial forces,” Ingrid snapped as she tugged against the ropes fixing her hands to the white leggings above her knees and armoured knee-high boots, similarly snugly lashed together. “My plan would’ve gone perfectly if you hadn’t launched your attack too early,” Claude disputed as he tilted his head from side to side as he tested his
“Yes, we got ourselves a game.” “That was fast, didn’t realise this game was so popular.” “What do you mean? ‘Snoopers’ has been in the Twitch top five since launch!” “Pretty surprising for a game which doesn’t featuring any shooting.” “Well it does have a pretty awesome hook…who’d you pick this time?” “I went for that Sara Philips this time.” “Oh right, the all-rounder?” “I’ve given her that ‘inspiration’ perk which will provide those around her with extra escape points, which my come in handy. How about you?” “I went for that Becky Carter.” “Doesn’t she have rubbish speed stats?” “Because of the heels, but she’s got amazing stamina…OK we’re in the abandoned mansion map. Our objectives are to find the secret memory box in the attic and hidden deeds in the cellar.” “OK looks like one of our teammates has picked Peggy Autumn, she’s the one who can kick ass right?” “Sure can, and the oth…oh nuts they’ve picked Dawn Meadows.” “Doesn’t she have the ability to charm
Sara Faces Herself (Part 2) by GhostAuthorZero, literature
Literature
Sara Faces Herself (Part 2)
WARNING: This story contains women in bondage. If this offends you in any way, turn back now. You have been warned.
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"Liz?" The redheaded girl yelped in surprised when she looked up, then breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was Alice, reaching a hand out to pull her out of the bushes.
"Don't scare me like that!" Lizzie complained. She looked behind Alice's shoulder to see Jaz and Vicky behind her, wearing a concerned and annoyed look respectively. "Good. We're all here."
Vicky huffed. "I hope we're not just going to dive in after her without being prepared. Because that is exactly what Phillips would do, and-"
Jaz opened her back
The Isle of Eislay Mystery - The Collection by Golavus, literature
Literature
The Isle of Eislay Mystery - The Collection
Meanwhile, in a small boat moored in secret off Loch Eislay… “I think I picked up something!” Felicity turned her head with a swish of her blonde hair at the sound of the frantic voice being emitted below deck, and spun on the point of her high heels before rushing across deck to where someone was appearing from within. The head of Maggie Swift emerged, her eyes covered with dark sunglasses with a piece of paper in her clenched fists. “I’ve been sent a coded message from one of the girls!” the American reporter announced to those present. From the ship’s bow, the beautiful Cuban-American Isabella Rodriguez looked to her acquaintance Maggie and gasped, “You mean you heard from Becky?” “Or Erin?” Blonde haired Stephanie Kosinski (known as Stef to her friends) asked as she and Isabella rushed to join the group at the stern. “I knew Molls wouldn’t let me down!” purple haired rocker Gina boasted, leaping off her perch resting on the side of the boat and landing against the floor with a
The Phillips and Lowells in: Tourist Trap by GhostAuthorZero, literature
Literature
The Phillips and Lowells in: Tourist Trap
WARNING: This story contains women in distressful bondage. If this offends you in any way, turn back now. You have been warned.
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“This is all your fault, you low class harlot.” The bitter Lacroix woman spat upon seeing Sinead.
Sinead rolled her eyes. “Blaming me once again?” She asked while untying the proud noblewoman from her chair. “What will it take for you to have some sense smacked into you?”
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Colette Lowell could only stare in amusement at the passage. Ever since she first read it, waiting for her flight at the airport, it had been bookmarked, dogeared, highlighted, and scoured over at least