What sould I write next?

Postby Eloise » Fri Jan 15, 2010 10:57 am

Hey guys,

I still have a few past experiences I can post, but if anyone has any suggestions for story me to write (whether true of fiction) then please, ask me! :D

Ellie
xxx
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Re: What sould I write next?

Postby nalk » Mon Jan 25, 2010 5:21 pm

How about an edit an a rewrite and a finish to this:

It was a small, godforsaken little dustspeck of a country so small that even the name on the map was bigger than the country itself. The name of the country consisted almost entirely of consonants and Kathy would never be able to pronounce it.

Kathy had only agreed to go with her father and brother to this country because her mom had insisted that she needed a break from the press. She was a very successful country and western star who, despite having just recently had her 18th birthday, sold 557 million downloads on CountryTunes.com and 250 million copies of her latest album.
Her mom/manager had "suggested" this trip because Kathy had been caught in a sextape scandal. She had been filmed while giving a lapdance and a blowjob to an influencial radio-DJ.
This had severely tarnished her wholesome, virtuous, all American, apple pie eating, good girl image. The operative word being Virtuous. When the sextape had surfaced her mom had screamed at her for several hours. The lapdance/blowjobs for airplay had always been handled by the small army of staff, NOT THE STAR HERSELF had been the gist of that scolding. This could easily ruin her entire carrier and send her and her family and employers to the poor house so why had she done something this monumentally stupid?

Actually Kathy didn´t really have an answer. It wasn´t that she hadn´t had sex before. On the QT her mom had on numerous occasions over the past couple of years rented and approved of more than a few rentboys for her to have her jollies with. Naturally this had always been carefully guarded from the eyes of press.
Maybe she had just been bored with the safe sex and had wanted a little adventure. Maybe it was the sheer taboo aspect of giving a hot DJ, and boy was he hot, a blowjob in a cubicle at a radio station where anyone could have walked in on them at any time that had satisfied that lust for adventure. Being a performing artist she had an exhibitionistic streak a mile wide but until that fateful day she had held it carefully in check.
How was she to know that the window in the cubicle had been open and that a reporter had filmed the entire seance from a roof top across the road? That the DJ had set her up had never registered with her until later when he had posted the video on the website of the radio. He had lost his job because she was a minor but the damage had been done.

Well she had gone with her kin to this dustspeck while her mom stayed behind to work the press.

Her dad and brother were successful international accountants and lawyers and with this in mind the dictator of the the little dustspeck had requested their presence at his castle. He needed help washing some billions earned from some shady deals and needed professional help. Her dad and brother had of course not told her of this. They were the definition of discreetness and not even the spouse/mother knew of their dealings with the dictator. Actually she didn´t even know where the were most of the time. She was content wit the money they earned for the family empire.

Now here she was at this large stone castle in the middle of nowhere looking out the window at the dusky dusty desert. It was near her bedtime and subsequently she had dressed for the night in a sheer babydoll nightie. In protest of her being sent here she had foregone any other under garments. Anyway she doubted that any photographers even knew the existence of this place so she felt that she could have run naked around the castle if she had so desired.

Just as she turned away from the window and turned towards her bed for the night she herd a rap on the door. She made her way to open it. As she turned the handle the big oak door was pushed open very abruptly. The corner of the door hit her head and she tumbled confused and a little dazed backwards and landed with a small thud on her back on the stone floor. The wind was knocked out of her and before she got her senses back a large figure burst in and grabbed her legs and twisted them so she had no option but to roll over on her stomach.
Her arms were pinned behind her back and she heard the telltale clicks of cuffs. For a second she felt amazed at what her barely conscious mind registered.
The sound of the clicks she recognised from a few of her trysts with her rentboys. She had had a few of them cuffed to her bed in the cabin in the Ozarks from time to time.
She didn´t get more than barely half a second to ponder this before her assailant had lifted her from the floor, slung her over a shoulder and carried her off to another room close by. While she hung over the shoulder her mind started to return and she noticed that the person carrying her was definately huge, muscular and female. She had not yet recovered enough to register any fear.

The room they entered belonged to her brother and she saw him sprawled out on his bed in a spreadeagle fashion just before she herself was slung on top of him.

The muscular woman quickly tied her legs to the foot of the bed and her hands were released and recuffed to the headboard in a fashion that left her tied stomach to stomach, in a spreadeagle mirroring the position of her naked brother.

A few more seconds and she finally got her entire senses back in place. In that timespace her assailant had place herself in a chair beside the bed. She noticed her brothers mouth and eyes were wide open. His mouth was locked open by a ringgag. (the rent boys again, hehe)

The woman hemmed and made Kathy turn her head to look at her. The woman smiled at her. "Hey little girl" she softly said to Kathy. "Sorry about this but noone had anticipated your presence so I had to get you in this position."

Kathy shook her head and asked: "wh-hat are you talking about. Let me go this instant you, ogre of a woman".

The woman just kept on smiling and leaned into the bed. She brought a water bottle with a couple of deciliters of water to his mouth and slowly let the fluid trickle down his throat. He swallowed noisily.

When the bottle was empty she sat back and looked at Kathy again for a minute or two. Then she said in her soft voice: "better be careful with the name calling little girl. You are in no position to make demands. Now listen up. I am part of a small resistance group and we have taken your father and brother as hostages. The rest of the group have taken your father to a bank not far away while you and your brother here stayed behind as hostages to ensure his cooperation. They are there to get a few items from a few safety deposit box. They should only be a few hours. In the mean time I am tasked with looking after the two of you."

Kathy barely believed her eyes. A few moments ago she was safely on her way to her small tryst with the sandman and now here she was - strapped barely clothed down on top of her naked brother. She held her breath while the woman stood up beside the bed.
"Unfortunately we have limited ressources and manpower so we could only spend one person to look after the two of you. I am sorry about your discomfort." She leaned over the bed again and reached for something behind and beneath Kathy.
Suddenly her brother groaned and the woman gave a small tingling laugh. She looked at the hand behind Kathy and pursed her lips. "Wow!" She exclamed. "Very impressive mister Scheister". Suddenly she let her hand slip to the edge of the bed. At the same time Kathy felt something smack hard against her buttocks. A moment later she realised what had smacked her on the ass. The panic stricken facial contortions of her brothers face told her that she had just been smacked by his erection when it had been released by the woman and smacked back to it´s 45 degree angle.
Kathy had never seen her brothers erect dick but by the slap she felt she silently, in her own mind, repeated the wow-sentiment previously voiced by the muscular woman. Her lips opened in a surprised O.

The woman reached for the nightstand an grabbed a couple of rolls of duct tape. " I´m sorry but I have no more rope so this will have to do". She started winding tape around the waists of the two siblings taping them harder together. When she finished taping Kathy was only able to move her pelvis a few inched up and down.
The muscular woman reached between her legs and lifted her the few inches. Then she was lowered slowly down on the massive erection of her brother. The erection was soon "parked" in a place that would have earned a paparrazzi a small tropical island of his own had he had a picture of the union. Kathy gave a mighty scream of fear anger and pain as the massive snake made its way through her tunnel. While she lay there screaming the woman taped her entire left thigh to her brothers right in a manner that left her almost immobilised. Then followed the same treatment to her left thigh. Before the chock had dissipated from her mind her pelvis was entirely immovable and locked to the erection. She could not extricate the thing even if she wanted to.

The woman put the rest of the tape back on the night stand and stood back. "I´m sorry about this but I have to go check and see if anyone have penetrated the perimeter and I have to make sure that you two stay put and didn´t concentrate on getting away. If you stay very still he might not cum in you and make you pregnant. I know that you are supposed to be missy goody two shoes so I doubt that you are on the pill." She put some electronic device resembling a baby alarm/monitor on the pillow beside their heads.

Then she grabbed Kathy´s head and turned it towards her. She looked into her eyes and said:"Look at this". She held up another electronic device. "This is the sender/receiver. With this I can monitor any sound you make and I can talk to you through it." She grabbed the tape again and quickly put a piece over Kathy´s mouth. Then she stood up and said: "see you later children". Then Kathy heard the door being closed behind her.

A few seconds later the radio on the bed made a scratching noise and the womans voice came through: "Oh, I forgot to tell you. The water I gave your brother was laced with Viagra, so even if he does cum in you I doubt his erection will suffer much from the experience."
Then there was the soft tingling laughter for at few seconds before the radio silenced.
Is a person with multiple personality disorder always beside himself?

Are the paranoid always 2 steps ahead?

TUG, you´re it.

Re: What sould I write next?

Postby Eloise » Wed Jan 27, 2010 11:22 am

You kinda did it for me there so why ask me to finish? :?
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Re: What sould I write next?

Postby nalk » Wed Jan 27, 2010 1:50 pm

It needs more detail... you know feelings and stuff. The brother has yet to be defined properly as a character. His reactions are almost non existing. I´m not very good with those things.

Maybe a better description of the tie up material or maybe use a different tie up all together. I was going to go with some mountain climbing gear because it has these safety lines that brakes and stops the rope from going any further - kind of like the principle used in seat belts in cars. The brother could easily be one of those extreme mountaineers in his spare time, if one needed to explain the reason for that kind of gear being there.

She hasn´t escaped/been let out of the tie up yet. I figured that might be the perfect place to end the story.

I´m pretty good at dreaming up beginnings and plot ideas but I´m crap at finishing. I´m sporadic.

I see the part I have written it is a somewhat decent first draft for chapter one.

I have read a lot of posts on this board and I am always amazed when the resident authors make apologies for making the stories long. It cannot be too long is my opinion.

You did ask for some thing to write. Here is a challenge. TUG, you´re it. :bound:
Is a person with multiple personality disorder always beside himself?

Are the paranoid always 2 steps ahead?

TUG, you´re it.

Re: What sould I write next?

Postby Eloise » Wed Jan 27, 2010 2:34 pm

Fair enough.

By the way - I like the TUG you're ir, cheesy but clever.
The mistress of TBC...

Re: What sould I write next?

Postby Viper7 » Thu Jan 28, 2010 8:19 am

Hmmm here's an idea off the top of my head they I think would be good. How about a story that takes place at a college, where two different fraternities have a fierce though friendly rivalry. One day one decides to get revenge on the other by sneaking into their frathouse late at night and begin to kidnap each member one by one and have their fun with them.

Edit: Or after looking over your past stories a bit more (which I probably shouldve done in the first place, love them by the way :P), maybe you could do sororities instead. :P
Last edited by Viper7 on Thu Jan 28, 2010 8:44 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: What sould I write next?

Postby nalk » Thu Jan 28, 2010 8:34 am

Viper7

Great idea. this idea could also include some delightfully thoroughly embarrasing public tie-up displays.
Is a person with multiple personality disorder always beside himself?

Are the paranoid always 2 steps ahead?

TUG, you´re it.

Re: What sould I write next?

Postby Eloise » Thu Jan 28, 2010 10:41 am

Thanks guys - I'll write what I can when I can, BTW I have a new story out called "Imogen" It's only the first part so far but please check it out. :)
The mistress of TBC...

Re: What sould I write next?

Postby bondagefan » Sat Jan 30, 2010 2:22 pm

Do you think you could write a story about the girls of Heroes or Gossip Girl
having fun with one another.

Re: What sould I write next?

Postby Eloise » Sun Jan 31, 2010 3:37 pm

No comment :gag:
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