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Subject: "A Story: Bondage of the new Girl in Town" - (/1) 78 Bytes
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                               New Girl In TownPROLOGUE
       He was watching her the day the strangers moved into the old McNeely
house.  It was a large, rambling house: Mr. McNeely had spent a lifetime
adding onto the old house until it looked like a strange hodgepodge of
strangley connected rooms.  Others in the neighborhood thought Mr. McNeely was
a strange, evil man.  He was a loner, but he had been my best friend.  My
mother couldn't understand what a nineteen year old boy could have in common
with a decrepit 53 year old man.  A man, who by the looks of it, never went to
work.  To me, though, he had been my teacher...I was his apprentice and he
taught me some very intense things.  More about what he taught me later.  For
now, let me tell you about the new girl that was moving in.
       I was looking through my front window, so I couldn't get a really good
look.  But she looked pretty hot.  My guess was that she was about 18 or 19
years old.  She had dark, red hair that fell down in loose curls to her
shoulders.  She looked like she was a little tall for her age, but she didn't
look too thin.  In fact, the more I looked, the more I liked. She was wearing
a tight pair of running shorts and a Hard Rock t-shirt.  She seemed to have a
pretty nice set of tits - at least a pair of 36D's.  Pretty nice set of tits
for such a young looking face.  Nice round, little ass.  I could see her hot
asscheeks pouring through the extremely tight shorts, and you could tell that
those shorts wouldn't last too much longer: this girl was still growing - in
all the right places.
        I couldn't stop staring at her.  But it would only be a matter of time
until somebody notices me, I thought.  It was then that I resolved that I
would get to know this sweet, young babe very intimately - and she would do
nothing to stop me.  I started making plans.CHAPTER ONE
        My goal was clear and direct: I needed to have her under my firm
control.  You see, I'm a curious kind of guy, and there was something about
this girl that intrigued me.  Maybe it was just those tits, or that ass, but I
knew that I could not sleep well until I had my chance to check her out
completely.  And the way I explore is seldom appreciated by the subject, so a
truly thorough job requires severe restraint to control the girl.
        Al McNeely was the man who showed me how to solve these kind of
problems.  I first met Al when I was about 14 years old.  I was pretty much on
my own at that age.  My fucking parents were drunk most of the time and didn't
seem to care about what I did...as long as I wasn't caught by the cops.  Well,
anyways, I was looking around the neighborhood for a house to bust into when I
ended up at Al's.  I was poking around, when the back door slammed open and Al
came out with a gun.  He motioned me into the house with the gun and said,
"Get in here right now, punk.  Or I'll blow your fucking brains out!"
        What could I do?
        I went in.  Al led me to the basement and told me to sit.  The room
was dark but I could tell this was no ordinary basement.  Al said, "I know
you, kid.  You live up the street, don't you...Yeah, I've heard about you.
Think you wanna rob this place now?"
        Before I could answer, he said "Come here kid, I want you to see
something.  Come on..."
        Al stepped into a doorway and unlocked the door with a ring from his
belt.  The first thing I saw was a girl in the middle of the room under a pair
of bright, hot lights.  Her wrists were bound tightly together and both were
pulled up towards the ceiling by a rope on a pulley.  
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