Message-ID: <18257eli$9812240448@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tmquin@ibm.net (Thomas M Quin) Subject: {ASS}SSK:Riding Bitch (M/F, kidnap, bond) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: kirk83669@_NS_aol.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3680e038.348473740@news3.ibm.net> ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER =================== The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and has been posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author. The author explicitly prohibits. 1) The posting of this story in an incomplete form. 2) The use of this story in a larger work without his express permission. 3) The use of this story on any CD, BBS or Website without the written permission of the author. This work is copyright Kirk83669@aol.com 1998. All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or illegal. Kirk83669@aol.com ***************************************************************** "Grabbing a Rich, British Riding Bitch" By The Collector ================= ========================= It's a real pleasure to make your aqauintance and I sincerely hope that we can become good story swapping friends. Before I unfold my story of my recent trip to England and few points about myself, I aquire women for two main reasons firstly for my small elite group of overseas buyers who like myself appreciate women in all their beauty and splendour. I enjoy the hunt, the watching, stalking and planning and then the abduction. I like to get in close and feel them attempt vainly to escape from my chloroform pad. I then take them to my Lair where I keep them and process them before sending them on their way. I am at present building a small network of like minded entrepeneurs who from time to time supply the others with special orders. For example I once needed a Bikini Babe for a buyer and as I was committed to another venture an associate of mine in California supplied the speciman according to my specifications (Who says networking isn't good for buisness?) My second reason is that I maintain a small collection of my favourite specimans for my own stimulation you understand. You sound like a very like minded individual and I hope we can build a very rewarding association. My trip to England was to aquire a very classy lady for a special client, he had met her at a party given by The Queen and she had been introduced as very distant relative to the royal family. Her name is Sarah (Pronounced SARR AH) Tompkinson-Palmer daughter of Lord and Lady Tompkinson-Palmer. At 19 she is quite a fresh faced girl, well educated (Oxford University) and brought up in the English countryside, so she is a very accomplished rider and has often taken part in fox hunting. At 5ft 11in she is quite tall and very well figured -- in fact her friends call her melons because of her very nice cleavege. She is not what I would call highly attractive, in fact she has a rather plain look about her. She is though very vibrant and confident so I guess that off sets her rather plain looks. She has a rather lovely red hair sort of reminds me of Nicole Kidman and she has a very pretty smile, all in all a great target for me with a nice pay packet for the job, plus expenses and a possible bonus. Getting her proved a little tricky but after some thought I decided on the direct approach. Firstly I parked my van near to where I knew she'd ride past --her routes varied very little. Next I placed a thin rope across the bridle path at height that would catch her around the stomach or chest. I then prepared my chloroform to incapacitate her for the journey. She appeared a little earlier than I had expected but I was ready. She likes to ride her horse, a pretty grey mare, at a trot so the rope caught her with quite a force knocking her off her horse. She landed on her back and obviously winded herself. Her felt riding hat fell of leting her mane of red hair fall around her. As she started to get up I jumped her smothering her with the pad. The surprise on her face was a picture and she struggled like the dickens to get away even stamping on my foot with her riding boots -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----