Message-ID: <8267eli$9802091844@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jaypee Subject: repost 0-5 Starlet Slave Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <34DDBDDE.6A7E@KIVA.NET> Sorry, my previous repost was reported as defective. THE STARLET SLAVE Joy Paine Foreword. With one exception, the characters in this story have no intentional resemblance to anyone living or dead. The one exception is that I like to imagine myself in one of the roles. I'm not going to tell you which one -- after all, your tastes may be different. CONTENTS I have included after each chapter name the index word for any unusually "high point" in the chapter. I'd appreciate comments on the usefulness of this feature. 1. The Escape search 2. Fraternity Party college slaves gangbang 3. The Party Gets Rough squeezed tits gangbang 4. The Grand Finale tit clamps lesbian rape torture 5. Caught! (none) 6. The Examination strip 7. Spanked spanking 8. A Plucked Duck spanking rape 9. Defloration (none needed) 10. The Persuader the Persuader enema 11. Getting Ready first customer performance grades 12. Starting Out humiliation and torture 13. Tamed oral rape 14. Terms of Slavery witness to sodomy 15. In the Trade (none) 16. Invitation (none) 17. Come to the Party (none) 18. Snappy Clothes snappy lingerie 19. A Real Bitch (none) 20. Free (none) 21. The Promised Land (none) 22. The Verdict (none) 23. A New Beginning (none) ========================================== THE STARLET SLAVE 1 Joy Paine Index words: search s# With one exception, the characters in this story have no intentional resemblance to anyone living or dead. The one exception is that I like to imagine myself in one of the roles. I'm not going to tell you which one -- after all, your tastes may be different. 1. The Escape Thank God, Ellen thought. Finally, things may be going my way for a change. Who would have expected to find a police cruiser in this remote corner of Beverly Hills at this time of night? Or any car at all, for that matter? And believe me, she thought, I'd be glad to take my chances with a stranger -- any stranger at all -- rather than to depend on the mercy of that leering pack of rapists back there. She was acutely aware of the bizarre figure she must present, hair awry and flying in the wind, halter and mini-skirt torn from that frantic escape down the trellis. Heedless of personal safety, she hurled herself into the path of the patrol car, flagged it to a screeching halt. The lone officer got out warily, pistol drawn. "OK, miss," he barked. "Both hands on the car, and spread your legs." Ellen debated for a moment whether to try to talk him out of frisking her. What the Hell, she thought. She could hardly blame him. She must look like a fugitive from the funny farm, or worse. And it would probably take longer to argue him out of it than it would to make the search. If only he wouldn't take so much time about it. "Please make it quick," she begged. "They can't be far behind." s# Well, maybe he wasn't quick, but he was pretty goddamned thorough. When Ellen commented acidly on the great time he must be having, the cop grinned. "Just following regulations, lady," he answered. "You'd be surprised at where some broads will stash a gun or a knife. And you must admit that I have some grounds for suspicion, the way you look. "Of course, if I had known that you weren't wearing a bra or panties . . -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |