Special Delivery [FICTION]

Devil_Georgia · 01-08-2008, 05:48 PM

Emily was a seventeen year old girl. She was cute, had brown hair and green eyes. She was at an average weight, and a little short for her age, but that's what made her so cute. Emily was also shy, and for this, she didn't have too many friends at school, 'nor was she very popular.

Emily's parents were divorced. Her dad was a drunk, and would get abusive with her mother. Her mother eventually worked up the courage to file for a divorce, and a restraining order. She gained custody of Emily as well. Emily's mother was about the opposite of Emily. She was very outgoing, good around other people, and had many friends. She would goto bingo with a few of her friends every Friday night, and usually win absolutely nothing, but enjoyed going nonetheless.

This Friday was no different. Emily's mother had left her twenty dollars to order pizza whenever she got hungry, and Emily just hung out at home, watched some TV, and went on the computer to check if she had any new friend requests or comments on MySpace. It was around 6:30 when she finally grew hungry, and being the shy girl that she is, she was quite nervous about calling for pizza; this being her first time and all. She did it, though, not feeling like cooking anything for herself. When she got done, she sat and watched TV, waiting for the 20-30 minutes to go by.

Eventually the doorbell rang. Emily got up off of the couch, grabbed the twenty dollars that her mother left her, and unlocked the door. She opened it up, and seen the pizza guy with a square-shaped red cover with the pizza inside. She gave him the twenty, and told him to keep whatever was left for a tip. She took the pizza from him, and she was going to shut the door, but the pizza guy's arm prevented her from doing that.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Emily, with a chill up her spine, asked.

He pulled a bottle and a piece of cloth out of his pocket, and poured something onto the cloth, but Emily couldn't tell what it was. He knocked the pizza out of her hands, and covered her mouth and nose with the cloth. Emily put up quite a fight, swinging her arms and legs about. Slowly, the fight in Emily was beginning to die, as she felt her body grow weak. Within just a few more seconds, she was completely knocked out, as she fell dead weight into the man's arms. He carried her out of the house and down to the car as if she were an infant. He opened the back door, and threw her in. He quickly got into the driver's seat, and pulled away.

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The next part should be up tonight, probably.

sexymrme · 01-08-2008, 07:50 PM

This ahs good potential, looking forward to reading what happends to poor emily, i think im ight like it as well!

Devil_Georgia · 01-08-2008, 08:34 PM

Emily's eyes begin to open. She starts to blink, as everything comes as a big blur to her. She tries to rub her eyes, but can't move her arms. She tries to sit up, but she can't. She tries to scream, but she can't. Once her vision becomes clear, Emily looks down to see her ankles chained to what appears to be bedposts. She looks and sees her wrists are chained to bedposts as well. She screams into her ballgag, but to no effect.

"Ha... I see you've finally woken up, pet."

That word; it sends a chill down Emily's spine. She looks up to see an older man standing over her. Not too old... maybe in his mid-thirties, at the most. The man begins to unchain her ankles, and then he starts to move up to her wrists, as he unchains those as well. Emily sits up, and she begins to rub her wrists, as she looks around, the gag still in her mouth.

"I'm going to take your gag out. If you dare mutter one small 'peep', you'll regret that. You got it?"

Emily nods.

"Good."

The man unsnaps the ballgag, and tosses it on the bed. Before she has a chance to move, he leans over and grabs something off of the nightstand. It's a collar. He wraps it around her neck, and then he fastens it in the front. He grabs a leash off of the night stand next, and hooks it onto the collar.

"On your hands and knees - you're going to get a tour of the house."

Without putting up a fight, she gets down onto all fours.

"I hope you enjoyed lying on a bed, because until you prove to me that you deserve it, that'll be your last time." He tugs on her collar, and points to a dog kennel. "This... is where you will be sleeping."

Emily looks, and sees a rather small dog cage. She closes her eyes, trying to fight back some tears, as she prays that this is all just a dream. Emily's eyes open once again after a sudden tug at her leash. The man begins to walk, as she follows behind on her hands and knees. He takes her down the steps, slowly, making sure she doesn't fall.

"This is the living room. Correction - my living room. The only time you'll be in here is when I need something to rest my feet on."

He continues the tour, as they enter the kitchen.

"This is the kitchen. You'll make my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You'll be doing the dishes, and you'll be making sure that this kitchen stays spotless. Understand?"

Emily nods.

Next, they go over to a door. He opens it up, and starts to lead her down another set of steps. He pulls on a string which lights up the basement, and Emily looks around. Her eyes widen as she sees shackles, clamps, rope, cuffs, gags, needles, candles, and many other "toys".

"This is my little 'dungeon'. You'll be spending a lot of time down here, but not tonight. You'll be going to bed early. You have a long day ahead of you."

The man turns off the light, and starts to go up the steps, giving her leash a few tugs on each step. They get into the kitchen, and he shuts the door after her.

"As for me... you'll be calling me Master. Whenever you speak, you will address me as Master. If you fail to do so, even once, you'll be punished greatly. Got it?"

"Yes... Master." Emily mumbles.

He tugs on her leash. "Excuse me, cunt?"

"Yes Master, I got it..." Emily answers.

He nods and looks at his watch. "Seven o'clock... time for bed. You'll be getting up early tomorrow, so get a good night's sleep."

He gives her a little tug on the leash, as he makes his way up the steps again. Once they get into the bedroom, he opens the door of the kennel, and Emily crawls in. She tries to get comfortable, which isn't easy to do, while her Master closes and locks the door. Once he's done, he gets into bed himself.

"Good night, pet."

With that, a scared, and tired, Emily lays with her legs curled up, with many thoughts going through her head.

BeX25 · 01-10-2008, 01:16 PM

Hiya,
Oh this is good, I like this a lot and can not wait to hear what happens to her. I was turned on reading your work and look forward to the next part.
BeX

Pikachu · 01-12-2008, 05:06 AM

ouch poor shy girl.....anyways great story hope you continue it

keep it up

slave456 · 01-13-2008, 02:12 PM

when are you going to contine i need more!!!!

Playstation · 01-16-2008, 09:36 AM

Yeah Come On! Great Story But Not When You Dont Continue

molten man · 05-28-2008, 11:40 PM

when is the next part coming???

Hampers · 05-29-2008, 01:04 AM

Please don't bump threads.
Thanks.

01-08-2008, 05:48 PM	#1
Devil_Georgia Junior Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Posts: 26	Special Delivery [FICTION] Emily was a seventeen year old girl. She was cute, had brown hair and green eyes. She was at an average weight, and a little short for her age, but that's what made her so cute. Emily was also shy, and for this, she didn't have too many friends at school, 'nor was she very popular. Emily's parents were divorced. Her dad was a drunk, and would get abusive with her mother. Her mother eventually worked up the courage to file for a divorce, and a restraining order. She gained custody of Emily as well. Emily's mother was about the opposite of Emily. She was very outgoing, good around other people, and had many friends. She would goto bingo with a few of her friends every Friday night, and usually win absolutely nothing, but enjoyed going nonetheless. This Friday was no different. Emily's mother had left her twenty dollars to order pizza whenever she got hungry, and Emily just hung out at home, watched some TV, and went on the computer to check if she had any new friend requests or comments on MySpace. It was around 6:30 when she finally grew hungry, and being the shy girl that she is, she was quite nervous about calling for pizza; this being her first time and all. She did it, though, not feeling like cooking anything for herself. When she got done, she sat and watched TV, waiting for the 20-30 minutes to go by. Eventually the doorbell rang. Emily got up off of the couch, grabbed the twenty dollars that her mother left her, and unlocked the door. She opened it up, and seen the pizza guy with a square-shaped red cover with the pizza inside. She gave him the twenty, and told him to keep whatever was left for a tip. She took the pizza from him, and she was going to shut the door, but the pizza guy's arm prevented her from doing that. "Wh-what are you doing?" Emily, with a chill up her spine, asked. He pulled a bottle and a piece of cloth out of his pocket, and poured something onto the cloth, but Emily couldn't tell what it was. He knocked the pizza out of her hands, and covered her mouth and nose with the cloth. Emily put up quite a fight, swinging her arms and legs about. Slowly, the fight in Emily was beginning to die, as she felt her body grow weak. Within just a few more seconds, she was completely knocked out, as she fell dead weight into the man's arms. He carried her out of the house and down to the car as if she were an infant. He opened the back door, and threw her in. He quickly got into the driver's seat, and pulled away. ---------- The next part should be up tonight, probably.

01-10-2008, 01:16 PM	#4
BeX25 Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Posts: 145	Hiya, Oh this is good, I like this a lot and can not wait to hear what happens to her. I was turned on reading your work and look forward to the next part. BeX Last edited by BeX25; 01-10-2008 at 01:18 PM.

01-12-2008, 05:06 AM	#5
Pikachu Distinguished Member Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Australia Posts: 897 Blog Entries: 4	ouch poor shy girl.....anyways great story hope you continue it keep it up __________________

01-16-2008, 09:36 AM	#7
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05-28-2008, 11:40 PM	#8
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01-08-2008, 07:50 PM	#2
sexymrme Member Join Date: May 2007 Posts: 38	This ahs good potential, looking forward to reading what happends to poor emily, i think im ight like it as well!

01-08-2008, 08:34 PM	#3
Devil_Georgia Junior Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Posts: 26	Emily's eyes begin to open. She starts to blink, as everything comes as a big blur to her. She tries to rub her eyes, but can't move her arms. She tries to sit up, but she can't. She tries to scream, but she can't. Once her vision becomes clear, Emily looks down to see her ankles chained to what appears to be bedposts. She looks and sees her wrists are chained to bedposts as well. She screams into her ballgag, but to no effect. "Ha... I see you've finally woken up, pet." That word; it sends a chill down Emily's spine. She looks up to see an older man standing over her. Not too old... maybe in his mid-thirties, at the most. The man begins to unchain her ankles, and then he starts to move up to her wrists, as he unchains those as well. Emily sits up, and she begins to rub her wrists, as she looks around, the gag still in her mouth. "I'm going to take your gag out. If you dare mutter one small 'peep', you'll regret that. You got it?" Emily nods. "Good." The man unsnaps the ballgag, and tosses it on the bed. Before she has a chance to move, he leans over and grabs something off of the nightstand. It's a collar. He wraps it around her neck, and then he fastens it in the front. He grabs a leash off of the night stand next, and hooks it onto the collar. "On your hands and knees - you're going to get a tour of the house." Without putting up a fight, she gets down onto all fours. "I hope you enjoyed lying on a bed, because until you prove to me that you deserve it, that'll be your last time." He tugs on her collar, and points to a dog kennel. "This... is where you will be sleeping." Emily looks, and sees a rather small dog cage. She closes her eyes, trying to fight back some tears, as she prays that this is all just a dream. Emily's eyes open once again after a sudden tug at her leash. The man begins to walk, as she follows behind on her hands and knees. He takes her down the steps, slowly, making sure she doesn't fall. "This is the living room. Correction - my living room. The only time you'll be in here is when I need something to rest my feet on." He continues the tour, as they enter the kitchen. "This is the kitchen. You'll make my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You'll be doing the dishes, and you'll be making sure that this kitchen stays spotless. Understand?" Emily nods. Next, they go over to a door. He opens it up, and starts to lead her down another set of steps. He pulls on a string which lights up the basement, and Emily looks around. Her eyes widen as she sees shackles, clamps, rope, cuffs, gags, needles, candles, and many other "toys". "This is my little 'dungeon'. You'll be spending a lot of time down here, but not tonight. You'll be going to bed early. You have a long day ahead of you." The man turns off the light, and starts to go up the steps, giving her leash a few tugs on each step. They get into the kitchen, and he shuts the door after her. "As for me... you'll be calling me Master. Whenever you speak, you will address me as Master. If you fail to do so, even once, you'll be punished greatly. Got it?" "Yes... Master." Emily mumbles. He tugs on her leash. "Excuse me, cunt?" "Yes Master, I got it..." Emily answers. He nods and looks at his watch. "Seven o'clock... time for bed. You'll be getting up early tomorrow, so get a good night's sleep." He gives her a little tug on the leash, as he makes his way up the steps again. Once they get into the bedroom, he opens the door of the kennel, and Emily crawls in. She tries to get comfortable, which isn't easy to do, while her Master closes and locks the door. Once he's done, he gets into bed himself. "Good night, pet." With that, a scared, and tired, Emily lays with her legs curled up, with many thoughts going through her head.

01-13-2008, 02:12 PM	#6
slave456 Account Banned Join Date: Oct 2007 Posts: 66	when are you going to contine i need more!!!!

05-29-2008, 01:04 AM	#9
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