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Bunny Business For Olivia
Hop, hop, hop!, went Olivia. She caught everyone’s attention, for it is not every day that you see someone who is bound and gagged, dressed in a bunnygirl outfit, and hopping through the town center. One stranger paused, ready to help free her. Olivia responded by giving him a look that would have checked a charging rhinoceros, then hopped forward again.
A familiar voice called out. “Olivia! What happened to you? I’ll get you untied!”
Olivia shook her head, her costume ears waving wildly. Ordinarily she’d be happy for her boyfriend, Dylan, to untie her. This was a special circumstance, though, and she d
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Bunny Business For Olivia
Hop, hop, hop!, went Olivia. She caught everyone’s attention, for it is not every day that you see someone who is bound and gagged, dressed in a bunnygirl outfit, and hopping through the town center. One stranger paused, ready to help free her. Olivia responded by giving him a look that would have checked a charging rhinoceros, then hopped forward again.
A familiar voice called out. “Olivia! What happened to you? I’ll get you untied!”
Olivia shook her head, her costume ears waving wildly. Ordinarily she’d be happy for her boyfriend, Dylan, to untie her. This was a special circumstance, though, and she d
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Bunny Business For Olivia
Hop, hop, hop!, went Olivia. She caught everyone’s attention, for it is not every day that you see someone who is bound and gagged, dressed in a bunnygirl outfit, and hopping through the town center. One stranger paused, ready to help free her. Olivia responded by giving him a look that would have checked a charging rhinoceros, then hopped forward again.
A familiar voice called out. “Olivia! What happened to you? I’ll get you untied!”
Olivia shook her head, her costume ears waving wildly. Ordinarily she’d be happy for her boyfriend, Dylan, to untie her. This was a special circumstance, though, and she d
Damsel in Distress Stories
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Desolate Sunset
“There’s a crime right under your beak and you can’t even see it!”
Anastasia nearly choked on her sunflower seeds. She was a white duck with a yellow bill and, secretly the superheroine, Harmonizer. She used her superhearing to combat crime, but she didn’t need it now; indeed, it seemed everyone in the gallery of modern art could hear the loud words.
“Madam, please!” Antony Bridwell, the museum curator, spoke the words softly, hoping, no doubt, to soften the speech of the elderly quail beside him. In this he was completely unsuccessful.
“Don’t ‘please’ me!” she sho
Tickling Stories
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Captives In Their Own House
A Couple in Distress story, featuring Tom and Jill, characters created by Gonnieb77.
"Hurry up, Tom, the movie's about to come back on!"
"I'm coming, Jill!" Tom carried a decorative holiday tin of flavored popcorn and a large bottle of pop into the living room. He settled himself comfortably on the couch next to Jill and grabbed a fistful of the orange-yellow cheese popcorn. "Care for some root beer?" he asked, pouring himself a glass.
"Ugh, I don't see how you can stand to drink that junk," complained Jill, shaking her head.
"Girls never like root beer," observed Tom, tightly twisting the bottle cap. "It's a manly drink!"
"Hmm," sai
Couple in Distress Stories
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The Rogue and I
A biography of myself.
Real Name: David
Nickname: I’m not really a nickname sort of guy. I prefer to be called David.
Birthday: July 24, 1963
Current Residence: Bridlington, East Yorkshire, United Kingdom
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: After having lost 50 pounds recently, I am at a healthy weight.
Hair Color: Dark brown battling the gray onslaught.
Eye Color: Blue
Likes: Good books, creative writing, long walks, Caz, DiD, Caz in DiD.
Dislikes: Lima beans, waiting in lines.
Personality: I’m a quiet person who mostly keeps to myself. If you draw me out, though, you’ll discover my silly side!
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Damsel in Distress Stories490
Stories I've written about tied-up heroines. I enjoy creating humorous stories about damsels in distress. Nothing mean, just stories about heroines who for some reason or another find themselves tied up and perhaps in perilous situations. No one is tortured or humiliated; there is no sex; and you can be sure that everything ends without anyone coming to any actual harm, even if I do give a story a cliff-hanger ending.
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Debbie's Big Night
“I do declare! There simply ain’t no limits to how low a sneaking Yankee carpetbagger will go!”
The strip of white cloth which cleave-gagged her made coherent speech impossible, but the voice-over provided her thoughts, delivered in an atrocious Deep South accent.
“Tying up poor, innocent little me!”
She had warm, ash blonde hair, shoulder length. She wore a costume dress, an elaborate green affair that might have been in fashion in the late nineteenth century. Broad ropes circled her body, binding her to a wooden chair. Behind her you could see a little of what seemed to be a drawing room, its grandeur fa
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Knotty Red Robbing Hood
Once upon a time there was a completely grown-up woman everyone called Red Riding Hood. One fine spring day, Red Riding Hood was walking through the forest, carrying her picnic basket in one hand, and her Kindle in the other. She was on her way to… no, not her grandmother’s house. If you’ve read previous Knotty Fairytales, you’ll have already figured out that she was heading to The Wolf’s country cabin.
And what did Red Riding Hood have in her basket? The left compartment was filled with goodies for a picnic: deli salads and sliced meats, assorted pickles, a loaf of artisan bread, ketchup, butter, homemade
Knotty Fairytales
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Web Of Villainy
“Here’s my comic book.”
Matt retrieved the copy of Captain Britney Pulsar, Space Explorer!, half-buried under the sofa cushions. The front cover featured Britney Pulsar, covered in spider silk. All that could be seen of her were the toes of her white go-go boots, her determined face, and her pastel-green hair, gathered as always in a voluminous ponytail that floated slightly.
Facing Britney stood a cold, regal queen. Her upper body was fully human, clad in a black robe bearing the insignia of a red hourglass. A gossamer veil partially obscured her cold eyes, outlined with kohl. A silver crown rested on her midnight-bl
Captain Britney Pulsar, Space Explorer
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Inspiring Distress
Golavus could imagine it clearly.
The scene took place outdoors, in the American Southwest. Ropes surrounded his character, Cowgirl Cathy, as she stood tied between two cactuses. In the dust nearby lay a wooden crate filled with rattlesnakes… or, more accurately, formerly filled with rattlesnakes. They slithered toward the feisty heroine, rattling and hissing, warning her away.
If only Cathy could get away! The ropes were tied tight, and stretched to the cactuses to either side of her. And the angry rattlesnakes grew closer and closer….
“This is going to be my best story yet!” Golavus told himself.
Knock, knoc
Hayley Stories
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Caz In The Sky
“Weigh anchor,” Caitlyn ordered.
“Beggin’ yer pardon, Miss, but maybe ye mean ‘Drop anchor’,” Sniggles suggested. “’Weigh anchor’ means bring it up, not…”
“Fine, drop the stupid anchor!” Caitlyn shouted. “Over there, that cliff should do.”
Sniggles gave the command. A long, heavy chain rattled as the anchor descended from the blimp, striking solidly into a lonely cliff below them.
“Get a lifeboat ready!” Caitlyn ordered. “And put the prisoner on it.”
The prisoner was Caz, captain of the dread pirate airship The Lone
Stories I've written for Caz
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4+ Damsel Double Drabbles - June 2017
Four damsel in distress stories, each exactly 200 words in length, not including the titles. Following those, submitted as a bonus feature, a 100-word damsel in distress story.
Snack Attack
“Let’s play cops and robbers!” Little Jimmy suggested.
Tamora shook her head. “Not a chance, you little monster. You just want to tie me up so you can stuff yourself on junk food. Then you’ll be sick and I’ll get into trouble when your parents get home. Well, you’re not tricking me again! Besides, don’t you have homework?”
“Nah, I mean, yes, I’m supposed to practice first aid for H
Tamora Sanderson
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Jessica Rabbit Drops The Act
Hollywood, California – 1951
While the comedy acts were genuinely entertaining, it was pretty well known that the real reason tired businessmen flocked to the Ink and Paint Club every evening was to see the girls.
One was by far their favorite.
Jessica Rabbit, the toon human wife of motion picture star Roger Rabbit, slipped a foot out onto the stage just before the curtain went up. The wolf whistles started immediately, drowning out the soft tinkling of the piano. They stopped, though, when the first note left Jessica’s mouth.
The song she’d chosen was George Gershwin’s “I’ve Got a Crush on You”
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