Nov 19, 2016 | Bloghop |
I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. In this scene he has her trapped in a pitch black room, and she tried to run, but he caught her.
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“You’re going to obey me, princess, but if you bite me? I’ll do things to your body you can’t even imagine.”
A shudder passed through her at his words, wishing once again that she were braver. Brave enough to bite down, to spit in his face even though she couldn’t see it.
There was no mercy in him as he pushed his fingers between her lips slowly, testing her, and she whined as he forced them to the back of her tongue, making her gag. “Suck.”
She tried to plead around the invasion, unintelligible sounds, but he didn’t care. He was going to do what he wanted – and if she obeyed maybe he wouldn’t hurt her. Sealing her lips around his fingers she traced them with her tongue, tasting herself and sucking softly.
“You’re going to have to do better than that with my cock in your throat, might as well practice now.” He thrust his fingers deeper, gagging her again, and she tried to pull at his hold on her wrists without success. “Tsk, tsk. Don’t fight me. Just accept it.”
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He’s so twisted, I just love it. What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!
Nov 12, 2016 | Bloghop |
I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. In this scene she pissed off her captor and so he turned all the lights out, and in her concrete prison she’s not handling it well.
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It stayed dark for hours, or at least it seemed to, her mind torturing her with imagined shadows. Each time her hair brushed her skin she jumped, whining into the empty space around her, shivering as her eyes started to play tricks. Flares of color that weren’t actually there, she knew they weren’t there. Nothing was there.
Eventually, she started to plead aloud. She begged in hoarse whispers for him to give her back just one camera light, anything real to focus on, apologized for speaking, apologized for shouting at him – but there was no answer.
No change. Just endless black.
After too much time in the dark, too much time where she was sure she would lose her mind soon, she heard the door unlock and beautiful, bright light flooded in. She wanted to run towards it, to bathe herself in the brightness, but then she saw the chain in his bare hands. Heard it shifting as link rubbed against link.
At some point she had stood up and taken a few steps towards him, hungry for the light in the hall, but now she was frozen. In the opposite corner of her safe spot, and he was simply staring at her from behind that damn mask. Her voice wobbled as he adjusted the chain in his grip. “Pl- please turn the lights back on?”
“What will you do for me if I do?” The words sent a chill down her spine.
“What do you want?” She took a tentative step back, and then he let the door shut. Darkness covered her again, only now it wasn’t just a random fear, an imagined shape in the black, now she knew the danger was real.
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He’s so twisted, I just love it. What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!
Nov 9, 2016 | Bloghop
I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. But in this scene Rebecca has woken up in her new prison with a bit of an attitude – how do you think that’s going to go?
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“Talk to me you son of a bitch!” Reaching down she snagged the tray off the floor and threw it at one of the cameras – it missed – but the television flared to life showing a vibrant number five.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She walked over to the television and slammed her hands against the plastic case that protected it, and the number ticked down to four, and then continued dropping. “Is this the deal, you’ll only talk to me when you have me pinned down or tied up? You and your delusional bullshit -”
The screen showed a one, turned red, and then flicked off, just before the heavy metal door opened.
Rebecca turned fast and forced herself to hold her ground. His dark outline in the doorframe made her stomach flip flop, but she swallowed down the sudden nausea. “I want answers.”
“No, Rapunzel, you don’t.” His voice was clear and threatening, but she stayed strong.
“What do you think my father did to you? Why are you doing this?”
“I don’t think anything, I know, and I’m sick of listening to you shouting. Shut the fuck up, or I’ll gag you.” He had one large, gloved hand on the door to hold it open, and she could see a plain looking cement hallway behind him. Nothing helpful.
“Then why not just fucking tell me? Just tell me why you’re doing this!”
“Don’t push me, princess.”
“Why not? Are you going to kill me?” She wasn’t sure where the question had come from, but it was somewhere deep inside her, somewhere underneath all of the helpful logic she’d been nursing since she’d woken up. When he laughed, a low and sinister sound, Rebecca took a step backwards.
“No.” His head tilted. “Not yet anyway. Now, are you going to be a good girl and keep your fucking mouth shut until I tell you to speak?”
“Go fuck yourself,” she spat, and then he stepped into the room. Backing away fast she tried to circle him, to stay out of his reach, but her back collided with the wall when he suddenly lengthened his strides. With a quick jerk he had a fistful of her long hair and he threw her to the floor. Landing on her side she tried to scramble away, but he was on top of her too quickly. One hand caught her throat and squeezed as he dropped between her thighs, forcing her legs open.
“Want to repeat that?” The menacing question was punctuated with a tighter grip that threatened her airway and made her cough as she grabbed onto his wrist. “Hmm?”
“Pl-” She tried to beg but was cut off with a choking sound as his thumb dug harder into the tender column of her neck.
“I don’t think you understand your place in this situation. You are nothing more than a conveniently useful tool in my plans. The fact that I can fuck you while I torture your piece of shit father is just a bonus – but if you continue to piss me off I will start to really hurt you. Do you understand?” His low laugh returned from behind his mask, those tawny eyes taunting her with his clear enjoyment of her suffering. “Nod for me, whore.”
She nodded, and his crushing grip released. Her first breath was a cough, and he ran one gloved finger over her cheek.
“Now, you’re going to keep your fucking mouth shut and not irritate me anymore. Isn’t that right?”
With a painful swallow she nodded again, and a shiver ran over her as his eyes wandered down her naked body. Whether he had meant it to be an unspoken threat or not, she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do against his strength. If he wanted to hurt her, he would. If he wanted to fuck her again, he would. If he wanted to kill her –
“That’s a good slut. I’ll be back later. We’re just waiting to see what daddy thought of your performances.” He stroked down her neck, brushing her breast before he pushed himself up, one foot planted between her legs as he towered above her. “You should pray that you were convincing.”
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As you can see, this “gentleman” is not going to put up with our strong willed heroine’s antics. What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!
Nov 5, 2016 | Bloghop |
Oh, lovelies. I am so very very excited to get to share another snippet with you. I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. Enjoy this deliciously evil sneak peek of what happens when her masked captor demands she beg for freedom…
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“Last chance, Rapunzel. Tell him how much you want to go home.” The words were quiet, meant only for her.
A curt shake of her head was her only response, and then he brought the crop down hard on the inside of her thigh. She couldn’t bite back the yelp of pain just as he delivered a matching line of fire to the other side. The burning lines made her whine under her breath as the heat spread, but she steeled herself. No.
“Do it,” he hissed against her ear.
“Go to hell.”
He stepped to her side and brought the crop down hard across the tops of her thighs – once, twice, three times and the bright red lines showed up fast even on her tanned skin. When she bit back the scream he landed the next lash across her breasts. There was no stifling the cry then, and she found herself whimpering and yanking on the cuffs as he snapped the keeper of the crop against each nipple in fast succession. Back and forth, each new blow making her scream incomprehensible pleas, begging him to stop.
Finally, he pulled back and she sniffled, desperately trying to halt her tears as the sharp ache bloomed over her skin. His fist wound into her hair, jerking her head up so she was facing the camera again. “Speak.”
“Please, just let me go.” Her whine was answered with a vicious slap of the crop directly between her thighs, and she tried to close her legs but only bruised her ankles against the hard wood. “God, please!”
“Talk.” The single command was rough, and she kept her eyes low, trying to be brave, but then the whistle of the crop lifting in the air forced pleas past her lips.
“Stop! Please, I want to go home. Just let me go home.” She sniffled, hating herself for caving to the pain, hating that she was so exposed. “I don’t want him to see me like this, please, don’t -”
The masked man stepped around her and slapped her hard, her head snapping to the side as she gasped in pain. He leaned down, his words hissed through a filter of rage, “Do you think I care what you want?”
“Please, let me go. You can still just let me go, I don’t know who you are, I don’t -” Another sharp slap silenced her, and then he moved behind her again. She was crying hard now, the ache in her cheeks overwhelming the pain in the other parts of her body.
His breath brushed over her hair before he spoke, “Good girl, cry for him. Tell him to do whatever it takes to bring you home.” The crop snapped across her thighs again and she sobbed. “Say it.”
She was weak. Tired, in pain, and terrified. So, she obeyed. “Dad, I’m so sorry. Please just do what he says. I just want to come home. Please, dad, I just -”
A gloved hand covered her nose and mouth, pinching off her air so that she panicked and jerked against the bindings. “Perfect,” he cooed against her ear as she struggled. “Now we get to see if he really loves you, Rapunzel.”
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Now that Rapunzel has been taken from The Tower we’re going to learn more and more about the evil plans awaiting her. What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!
Nov 2, 2016 | Bloghop
Oh, lovelies. I am so very very excited to get to share another snippet with you. I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. Enjoy this deliciously evil sneak peek lovelies!
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Finally, the television went black for a moment, and then a single scene played on the screen. It was her father standing outside of The Tower, speaking to a gathering of reporters. “My inspiration for what I do with Monarch Systems? Well, I want a better world for my daughter. She’s my everything. Without her – I’d have nothing.”
The television clicked off and bright lights turned on from either side of the television, effectively blinding her. “Dammit!” She flinched, closing her eyes tight as she heard a door open somewhere to her left. It shut again, the sound heavy and metal. Rebecca tried to look, but the bright lights were impossible to see through.
“Did you hear that, Rapunzel? You’re his everything.” The low voice was slowly moving behind her, and then a large hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed just enough to make her heart stumble over itself in an effort to speed up. “Tell me, how do you think he’s going to feel when he gets that first video?”
“Fuck you,” she spat, and he yanked her head back, tilting her chin up so she could see the mask again.
“I already fucked you, and you came like the little whore you are.”
She tried to struggle, but only rewarded herself with pain as the cuffs tore at her skin and his grip tightened further around her throat. “What do you want from me?” she whispered through the strain.
“What do I want? I want your father to suffer. I want to see him ruined like he’s ruined the lives of so many others.” He grabbed her chin and forced her head back further, making her back arch painfully. “And you’re going to help me, Rapunzel.”
“My name is Rebecca,” she hissed.
“Oh, but daddy dearest always calls you Rapunzel, doesn’t he?” It sent a shudder through her that he knew that fact. How long had he been watching them? Watching her?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me, I know everything, princess. Remember that. Now, you have a task to perform.” He let her go and she rolled her neck to ease the ache as tiny red dots sprang to life in the ceiling. One directly in front of her, two in the corners, and as she turned she saw they went all the way around. Every angle covered.
This can’t be happening.
The man stepped behind her again, leaning down to speak directly into her ear, “Go on, talk to him. Tell him how much you want to come home.”
She pressed her lips together, clenching her jaw tight, and he sighed.
“Now,” he hissed, a large hand gripping the back of her neck.
“No.” She pushed the word through gritted teeth, and he dug his fingers into her skin for a moment before he released her with a shove. His footsteps were heavy across the floor, as if he were still in boots, but she wasn’t playing into the kidnapping game. She wouldn’t beg for him.
The door creaked open, and then slammed hard.
She swallowed, her eyes blurring against the fiercely bright lights as she tried her best to twist and see the rest of the room. Concrete, empty concrete everywhere, and corners cast into dark shadows. Pulling in a deep breath she grabbed onto one cuff and tried to force her hand through it, but as she strained the pain became too much and she stopped with a whine.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
What would he do next?
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Now that Rapunzel has been taken from The Tower, there’s more than just his evil plans awaiting her. What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!
Oct 29, 2016 | Bloghop |
Oh, lovelies. I am so very very excited to get to share this snippet with you. It’s from my current work-in-progress that I wasn’t allowed to share about until just recently. I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January/February of 2017 with a lot of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. Enjoy this deliciously evil sneak peek!
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“Shut up, or I’m going to hurt you.” The harsh voice came again, and she froze as she felt the sharp metal of a knife trace over her waist. Shivers made her muscles jump involuntarily, fear plucking away inside as the slow scratch of the blade kept her still. With a nudge he spread her further.
“I –”
“I said shut up.” There was a tug at the edge of her underwear, his fingers stretching the fabric, and then the tension gave way as he cut them off her. Tears burned her eyes, her heart still racing as she tried to catch her breath. Then she felt the draft of air conditioning between her thighs, cooling the wetness already embarrassingly gathered there.
Why? Why was she wet?
“Don’t do this, you don’t have to do this.” A hard jerk at the hold he had on her hair silenced her, and then she heard the sound of his zipper. “Please!” She whimpered the word, but he ignored the plea, and his knees pinned her legs wide.
The first swipe of his fingers along her pussy made her buck against the couch in an effort to escape, but the worst part of it wasn’t the all too gentle stroke at the juncture of her thighs – it was his low chuckle behind her. “Wet little whore, aren’t you?”
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Our Rapunzel is in for a rude awakening when this guy takes her from The Tower, and there’s more than just his evil plans awaiting her. What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!
