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“There, that should hold her,” declared rude boy as he cinched the knot tight. She didn’t wince, but she would have, had she not been out cold. The scratchy rope bit relentlessly into the soft skin of her delicate white wrists, causing immediate redness and irritation.

“And just in case…” Riiiiiiip! The other boy lathered a sticky strip of black duct tape over her supple lips, the ridiculous size covering most of her tiny jaw and porcelain cheeks.

“Get her up,” instructed the boy named Tommy, making a gesture with his hands.

Nodding, rude boy slipped his hands underneath the slumbering blonde’s slender form and with remarkable ease, lifted her from where she had collapsed unceremoniously upon the floor. Her shoulders rolled, but her arms were held tightly in place behind her back by the vicious binding at her exposed wrists. After a few exploratory attempts to figure out how he wanted to do this, and jolting her body around like a helplessly behaving ragdoll, rude boy raised into a stance, hoisting the slumbering teen with him.

Quickly he maneuvered his grip underneath to support her weight. Scandalously his hands cupped her bottom, the texture of her control tops the only thing between her and pure humiliation. His fingers fought for purchase, but the silky garment slid around on her smooth legs, making for a frustrating task. He gave her a bit of a toss to try to adjust his grip, while forcing her legs up and around him. Her trim ankles crossed and formed a fortuitous lock. Squeezing her nylon clad buttocks, he tilted her slender form, allowing her upper body to collapse into his chest. Her chloroformed wobbly neck dropped her head over his shoulder. The singular blonde braid that styled her hair, draped over her shoulder and coiled in the place where her chest met his.

If the truth of the situation were anything less than frighteningly vile, a horrifying molestation of a bound chloroformed girl, then a passerby might mistake the cradling carry as gentle, or even sweet. But the garish black tape plastered to her tender face, the cruel scratchy rope biting into her delicate wrists, and his lecherous roaming hands, left little room for romantic misinterpretation. No, the innocent blonde Dawn Meadows was being snatched right from the safety of her school. She had dressed her best for class pictures, not for Tommy Hart and his gang of psychos!

Tommy pulled an electronic device from the back pocket of his jeans, and adjusted a few nobs, pressing a sequence of buttons. A whirring sound and a series of flashing lights started behind the gray photo backdrop.

“Guess she won’t be the star reporter, will she Tommy!?” cackled rude boy.

“No, I’m afraid Dawn Meadows has no time for graduation,” chuckled Tommy, feeling smug in his choice of words.

With that, Tommy and his gang stepped into the blinding white light, disappearing in a flash!

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Here is part 8 of my brand new story. Looks like our rascals are on the move, and bringing the intrepid would be reporter with them! Can anything stop Tommy Hart from getting away with his dastardly plan???

Hope everyone enjoys, and as always, thanks for the support!

(This picture was made in Daz Studio 3.1.2.24 and post-worked in Adobe Photoshop CS2)

Description

“There, that should hold her,” declared rude boy as he cinched the knot tight. She didn’t wince, but she would have, had she not been out cold. The scratchy rope bit relentlessly into the soft skin of her delicate white wrists, causing immediate redness and irritation.

“And just in case…” Riiiiiiip! The other boy lathered a sticky strip of black duct tape over her supple lips, the ridiculous size covering most of her tiny jaw and porcelain cheeks.

“Get her up,” instructed the boy named Tommy, making a gesture with his hands.

Nodding, rude boy slipped his hands underneath the slumbering blonde’s slender form and with remarkable ease, lifted her from where she had collapsed unceremoniously upon the floor. Her shoulders rolled, but her arms were held tightly in place behind her back by the vicious binding at her exposed wrists. After a few exploratory attempts to figure out how he wanted to do this, and jolting her body around like a helplessly behaving ragdoll, rude boy raised into a stance, hoisting the slumbering teen with him.

Quickly he maneuvered his grip underneath to support her weight. Scandalously his hands cupped her bottom, the texture of her control tops the only thing between her and pure humiliation. His fingers fought for purchase, but the silky garment slid around on her smooth legs, making for a frustrating task. He gave her a bit of a toss to try to adjust his grip, while forcing her legs up and around him. Her trim ankles crossed and formed a fortuitous lock. Squeezing her nylon clad buttocks, he tilted her slender form, allowing her upper body to collapse into his chest. Her chloroformed wobbly neck dropped her head over his shoulder. The singular blonde braid that styled her hair, draped over her shoulder and coiled in the place where her chest met his.

If the truth of the situation were anything less than frighteningly vile, a horrifying molestation of a bound chloroformed girl, then a passerby might mistake the cradling carry as gentle, or even sweet. But the garish black tape plastered to her tender face, the cruel scratchy rope biting into her delicate wrists, and his lecherous roaming hands, left little room for romantic misinterpretation. No, the innocent blonde Dawn Meadows was being snatched right from the safety of her school. She had dressed her best for class pictures, not for Tommy Hart and his gang of psychos!

Tommy pulled an electronic device from the back pocket of his jeans, and adjusted a few nobs, pressing a sequence of buttons. A whirring sound and a series of flashing lights started behind the gray photo backdrop.

“Guess she won’t be the star reporter, will she Tommy!?” cackled rude boy.

“No, I’m afraid Dawn Meadows has no time for graduation,” chuckled Tommy, feeling smug in his choice of words.

With that, Tommy and his gang stepped into the blinding white light, disappearing in a flash!

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Here is part 8 of my brand new story. Looks like our rascals are on the move, and bringing the intrepid would be reporter with them! Can anything stop Tommy Hart from getting away with his dastardly plan???

Hope everyone enjoys, and as always, thanks for the support!

(This picture was made in Daz Studio 3.1.2.24 and post-worked in Adobe Photoshop CS2)