Trapped – Brides of the Kindred Read Online Evangeline Anderson

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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
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Seline looked briefly into the “Pet room.” There was a shelf with lots of pet props—food dishes, leashes, rubber bones—and several patrons were making use of them.

“Are you my good puppy? Are you?” a woman dressed like a Dominatrix crooned to a man who was down on all fours. He was wearing assless chaps, which showed more than Seline wanted to see, and a kind of headband with a pair of perky doggy ears on them. He barked excitedly at his Mistress and raced to get the rubber bone she threw for him.

Seline let the curtain fall back in place and made her way down to the next area, which was called “Daddy’s Little Girl” according to the sign someone had pinned to the black curtain across the entrance.

A peek into this room made her eyes go wide. There were more shelves with props on them but these were more suited to Age Play. She saw lots of stuffies, a display of colorful hair bows and ties, and a jar filled with lollypops. In this room a Dom had his “little girl” sub over his knee. Her panties were pulled down and he was spanking her with the back of a hairbrush, which made her writhe and beg for mercy.

“Daddy…Daddy, please!” she moaned. “I’m so sorry—I’ll be good from now on, I promise!”

“You sure as hell will, Princess,” her “Daddy” growled. “Because I’m going to turn your little ass as red as a sunset to remind you not to be naughty!”

“Oh…Oh, Daddy!” his “little girl” moaned. Despite her protestations, she actually seemed to be enjoying the spanking—as far as Seline could see. She appeared to be rubbing herself off against her Dom’s knee as he spanked her.

For some reason watching the spanking did all kinds of things to Seline’s insides. Her breasts felt even heavier, her nipples tight with need. And between her legs, her pussy was so wet and hot she could hardly stand it!

She was very aware that her juices must be thoroughly wetting the tiny pair of white lace panties she was wearing. They stood out in shocking contrast to the long black skirt with a high split up the middle and the black leather bustier she was wearing.

The bustier pushed her full breasts up high and the black lace around the cups barely hid her nipples. The outfit, which had been meant for Yonnie Six parties, made her feel hot and wanton and ready for anything. Or so she thought, anyway until someone spoke in her ear.

“Fuckin’ hot, ain’t it?” the raspy voice said.

Seline turned her head and got a terrible fright. The man standing beside her was muscular and bald and bare to the waist. For a split second, she had the impression that he was covered in golden scales, which was what scared her so badly. But after a moment, she realized it was just a trick of the dim lighting filtering down from the black lace fabric hung near the ceiling.

“Um…” she said, not sure what to say.

“You lookin’ for a Daddy, little girl?” the man asked, grinning at her.

“Not really.” Seline tried to step past him, but he blocked her way.

“Come on—I’ll give you a tour of the rest of the club. It’s your first night here, isn’t it?”

“Well…yes,” Seline admitted. “I heard there was an open house tonight.”

“Yeah—open house nights always attract lots of pretty girls.” He had hard eyes, which he raked over her body in an appreciative way. “How about that tour now?”

“I shouldn’t,” Seline said quickly. “My, uh, Master will be here soon. He’s just, uh, parking the car,” she said, improvising.

“Then he can join us when he gets in the club,” the bald Dom informed her. “Come on.”

He took Seline by the wrist and pulled her out of the Daddy’s Little Girl room despite her protests.

“You seen the Dungeon yet?” he asked over his shoulder as he tugged her along.

“No. Hey, you’re hurting me!” Seline protested. She tried to pull her hand out of his grip, but his fingers felt like iron cuffs locked around her wrist.

“It’s just over here,” he remarked casually, just as though they were actually there together and he hadn’t basically taken her captive.

Seline wondered if she ought to shout or scream. Would she even be heard over the pounding music? And then the bald Dom was dragging her behind another curtain into a larger area. As he did, he twisted her around so that his arm was firmly around her waist.

“This is the Dungeon,” he rasped in her ear. “You wanna see what goes on in here, little girl?”

“No, not really!” Seline tried to step away from him, but his grip on her only tightened.

“Look over here—that’s called a ‘St. Andrew’s Cross,’” he said, pointing at a huge padded cross with Velcro ties at the top and bottom. “See—you can tie your sub down and give her a nice flogging or whipping. Why don’t we go check it out?”


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