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Meeting The Biker Master – Ch. 3
His large hands clung possessively to my rubberised shoulders as I was manoeuvred down the stairs into the dark basement. The leash end occasionally tapped against my thighs with each descending step, as it hung loosely from my rubber collar. In front of me was a sea of pure darkness…
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Meeting The Biker Master – Ch. 2
There was a dull, sickly feeling in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was the nerves or the car’s movement over the winding roads. The large gag lodged deep in my mouth wasn’t helping as a slight wave of nausea overcame me. My limp body was suddenly thrown to…
