Part 1

    She was kneeling, her hands clasped behind her neck, breasts
thrust forward, back straight and head held level, eyes cast
downwards. She didn't dare look into his eyes, knowing that if she did
so, she would see the love there and her posture might melt along with
her resolve to go through with the coming ordeal, and she knew this
would displease him.

Aaron's pledging to a fraternity takes some unexpected twists when his sister and girlfriend decide to lend a hand.

Part III

      A prisoner not only to her self applied bondage but the cravings for her denied orgasm, Kim struggled in earnest. Not for escape, but for that undeniable, dreamlike feeling of utopia. Her unbroken thoughts and active imagination brought her across many highways of fantasy, from being a bound captive to her stepdaughter's desires to being an abducted princess. No longer conscious of her surroundings, all her thoughts, desires and energy were directed towards her one goal.

Jan discovers more than she expects when she becomes Andrea's lodger

Chapter 2 -- Going Down
 

"There is not much out here for an agent on the run. So I have
been laying low trying to stay one step ahead of the firm, the
syndicate and everyone else who wants a piece of me. Trying to
stay clean. I flew out here to meet some one. A special friend."
I answered.

Pointing to a late model car. "There, that one. That is the right
model. Five seconds on the trunk lock. Reach in, as if getting
the spare, a sharp push and the back seat collapses. See, less
obvious than a slim Jim on the door."

"This is a joke." Peter Folkerts was shocked, his face white as a sheet while red blotches appeared on his cheeks. "Miriam, you can't seriously be asking me to do something like that!"

Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental.

Marcus was a college freshman. Like many his age, he couldn't wait to finish his studies and get on with his life. Unlike many his age, Marcus was the son of a wealthy criminal family. Growing rich on drug sales and money laundering, his family mainly operated in America and, to a lesser degree, in Russia.