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“Okay, I’m done,” Stewart said, pushing away from his desk and rolling his chair into his bed. He was usually more graceful, but it’d been a long day. He lifted his glasses and set them atop his long spiked green hair before rubbing his eyes. Josie mumbled something incomprehensible from her chair nearby. He slid his glasses back down and looked over at her. She remained taped to the chair, even though he’d offered to free her numerous times over the past few hours. Each time she seemed to say something about escaping. He couldn’t understand through the tape and honestly didn’t care. She was happy and couldn’t bother him while gagged—although she tried regardless. Josie had struggled contentedly until she wore herself out. Once she’d run out of steam, she sat cheerfully, allowing the tape to hug her tight as no one had before. She loved her brother’s hugs, but there was something about the tape. Stewart always said the words, but she knew it would never let her
The most impressive part of growing up in our hometown was the woods behind the school, the world's most incredible backyard for an adventurous young girl and her very best friend (a fellow geek with a shock of red hair called Craig). Beneath the vast open skies, we could be anyone we wanted- Ruthless spies, invading alien hordes, Teenage Mutant Turtles (I was April - naturally!) playing our parts without inhibition away from the view of our peers and the harsh glare of any passing theatre critics. We were free to do as we pleased for seven hours a day, so much so that we built our own secret base, a makeshift fort assembled from items scavenged from a nearby builder's yard and a broken-down sofa we found on the street. Of course, it is doubtful that our low-budget version of Castle Greyskull would ever pass a safety inspection. Still, to our minds, it was an impenetrable fortress, and within these dilapidated walls, we would while away the hours inventing silly games to keep
SNOOP Hey guys! Vee here. So my bestie Sam Ward has found herself a bit tied up lately and asked me to tell one of my tales from before we met and began adventuring together. I never intended to be a snoop. Actually, I, quite literally, fell into it. You see, I used to spend a lot of my free time wandering around and exploring abandoned houses and stuff. A weird way to spend my time, I guess, but I enjoyed it. I was always armed with my trusty flashlight because the first time, I just tried using the app on my phone, and it ended up using up the whole battery. And I found a lot of cool stuff in that house! But, of course, with no battery left, I couldn’t take any pictures. After that, my first thought was to buy myself a nice camera, but flashlights are much cheaper. Seriously, even disposable cameras (yes, they still exist) are like $25 now. So, flashlight in hand, phone fully charged, I set off on my next adventure. It was a creepy-looking place that looked like nobody had
“Okay, I’m done,” Stewart said, pushing away from his desk and rolling his chair into his bed. He was usually more graceful, but it’d been a long day. He lifted his glasses and set them atop his long spiked green hair before rubbing his eyes. Josie mumbled something incomprehensible from her chair nearby. He slid his glasses back down and looked over at her. She remained taped to the chair, even though he’d offered to free her numerous times over the past few hours. Each time she seemed to say something about escaping. He couldn’t understand through the tape and honestly didn’t care. She was happy and couldn’t bother him while gagged—although she tried regardless. Josie had struggled contentedly until she wore herself out. Once she’d run out of steam, she sat cheerfully, allowing the tape to hug her tight as no one had before. She loved her brother’s hugs, but there was something about the tape. Stewart always said the words, but she knew it would never let her
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Kyara had rough times. She was always feeling like free bird and brazil wasnt enough. So she saved all her money (wasnt that much) and decided to move to thailand. She wanted to ride on that cute elephants, watching the crocodiles farms and having the time of her live. But when she arrived at the airport from bangkok her luggage get lost and some bastard stole her money. The only small luck she had, was that she payed her hotel online. Searching for a small job was more difficult then she thought but a little bit of luck strikes again! She got a babysitterjob for one weekend and would be earning a good amount. It seemed like the family was nice. The mother of the boys is a friendly good looking woman in her 40s. Her father isnt doing good so she has to leave thailand for some days. They are all british and the father is a diplomat and pretty busy. The boys are 12 years and twins. So cute and polite boys! They played a lot together the whole day. At the afternoon asked Kyara for a cowboy and indian game. She was pretty but not dumb. She knews what will happen but what the boys didnt knew was that she has some experience in being tied up. So she was more excited then scared of being tied up again. Being in restraints helps Kyara always to relax. She feels always safe and loved when she is being tied up. Often she is also turned on but not this time for sure. She wasnt into kids and they did also a worse job of getting her tied up. If she wanted she could easy spit that scarf out of her mouth and relase herself. But she dont wanted to after that rough time she had. Being in her own world she didnt realize that the front door opened. As she see some big feet in front of her face she looked up and saw the father of the twins. "Look at this, a captured pocahontas. Are you ok missy?" Kyaras face turned red in 2 seconds and she spit the cleavegag out. "Yes Mr. Henderson. We just played a little game." - "Letting the brats turn the house into a whole mess was also part of the game? Do you think thats what my wife had in mind when she gave you that job? Leaving the boys alone and giving me housework when i came home after 12 hours work? I dont think so. I will help you out of this jumpropes and you are leaving us now!" "No please, you cant do that! I just arrived and have no money. I really need that job! Please, i will do everything clean and it will never happen again. I promiss! I will do everything!" - "Everything? How can I trust you that you understand your mistakes?" - Kyara said into tears "I really understand, it will never happen again. As I said i will do everything you want!" Kyara was now completely untied and while she is begging for her job she is kneeling infront of the father. His face lost the angry impression. Softly he padded her head and said "its ok cutie, we will find a solution. Daddy will fix this. But I have to teach you a lesson. Do you understand me pretty girl?" - still crying but relieved she answers "Yes Sir, thank you so much! What can I do? - "you dont have nothing to do, just obey. I want you quiet now. The boys try to get some sleep. I will show you now some better knots. And you dont have to call me Sir, Daddy will do it! I will fix everything and thats what daddys do. I will take care of you!" - He hugged her and she was so happy that she can keep her job. And the hug was pretty nice. "Wait, whats the daddy thing and He wants to Show me knots?" She asked herself. While she is still kneeling He tied her hands behind her back. Again her face turns Red as she is realized that the father is really much better in tying up someone. "Now sit down. I have to do your legs. And remember: no sound from that cute mouth!" She did as she was told and thought he would tie her feet. But he pulls up her skirt and reach without a warning for her panties. With a strong grip of both hands he pulled down her white satin panties. "I need them for later you will see. And this spot is much too warm for wearing some panties." Then he took off his suit tie and grabbing for her feet. "Look at those nice coloured toes, hope there arent tiklish, hehe". As strong as he tied her hands he does it for her feet. It was now difficult to struggle without showing him her private parts. He took another rope for her upper legs part. "Now open up that pretty mouth for daddy! Cant have you wake up people!" Still embrassed but curios she opens up her mouth. The man took her used panty and holding it in front of her face. "See those wet part? Thats a sign that someone is a naughty girl. Time to taste yourself!" He slowly stuffs the panty with the moisty Party first deep inside her mouth. The satin fabric suited awesome to that latina. "Dont you dare to spit those panties out. Or your punishment will be much worser!" Embrassed and horny she obeyed her captor. Finally the man found the scarf from her first cleavegag. He came behind kyaras had and pushed the cleavegag deep as possible between her lucious lips. "That should keep you nice and quiet pretty princess! Now stand up for daddy and wait until i come back!" She did as she was told. After 2 minutes he came back, holding 2 ropes in his hands. Skilled hands tying one rope around her waist. "Now daddy will show you the joy of a crotchrope!" He leaded the rope tight between her other lips and tied it tight to the rope around her waist at the backpart. Forcing her down the floor he took the last piece of rope and put her into a hogtie. "Now its time for testing the ropes and the gag. Enjoy the struggle, the crotchrope will give an awesome feeling!" Kyara wasnt ready for what was happening next. Her so called daddy tickled her feet softly. But even that little tickles were awful for her. She struggled like crazy, laughed so hard but the panties in her mouth and the cleavegag silences her laughs. "The panties! I really have my own soaked panties in my mouth! So embrassing! And why am i a so turned on? The crotchrope!!!" The crotchrope stimulating her pussy while she struggles. Theeeeen: he stopped. Her pretty sweaty face becomes a mix of relief and frustration. "Dont be sad pretty girl. I have to prepare something and watch the boys. You can struggle on your own for pleasure time! But dont cum without my ok! Its not your decision! Only good girls are allowed to cum and you are still a bad girl!" He left her and she felt so stupid that she dont want him to leave her. After ten minutes later he came back. His first move was tickle her again. After some time he let her catch some breath. "Now its time for the bedroom little pocahontas!" He released from the hogtie and put her over his shoulder. While he was carrying her to his bedroom he gave her some spankings. He cant decide if her muffled cries came from pleasure or pain. Maybe both...as they arrived the bedroom he was placing her gently on the large bed. "You are not only looking hot you are literally hot! Let daddy take care of you!" He took a warm and wet towel and cleaned her face. Then he took some scissors and cutting her top into pieces. "Yep, i really need to clean those perfect titties!" With the wet towel he cleans her large breats. Not rough but also not gentle. Now he was laying beside her. Stroking her dark long hair. "Now lets finish this punishment. Dont worry sunshine, you can take that! And dont worry about your future! I will take care of you! You can stay at our place and earn some money. If you misbehave or if i just want to i will punish you. But you will be safe." He took the towel and put it over her face. Cause it was still wet, kyara had a lot of struggle to breath. He pressed himself over her fighting body and started to grope kyaras boobs. His fingers twisted her nipples and her body shakes like crazy. Now his teeth playing with her left nipple. The pain Hits kyara immediatly. Still struggling to get some air she dont knew how to react. Then she felt two fingers entering her warm hole. Those Fingers seemed to be made of steel. Forcing but knowing how to explore a womanshood. He fingeres her until she thought she cant breath anymore, her body shakes, her nipples hurt from that biting. As she reached an unknown Level of cumming...he stopped!!! "Oh you are really a bad girl. What did daddy say? You dont cum until i say it. So why dont you ask me to cum?" He take off the towel, fresh air came to her lungs. She went through all of this, no she really wanted to cum. "Plfe daddy, plfe nna cm" - "Oh silly girl, i cant understand a Single word. Haha. So i think i will take a shower and grab a beer. Dont wait for me, it could take some time. Bye Pocahontas!"
Now there’s a old enemy in the war, repeating what’s been done before It must come to an end, a few will transcend They were prepared for war, and in the fire they would thrive The Purifiers are born, their enemies burn A glimpse of the future, new tactics in war New doctrine in combat explored As fast as wildfire, there’s no one left to mourn A glimpse of the future, an inferno is born Strike at zero hour With overwhelming fire and power Their fuel is the fear in their enemies’ eyes It’s a Shock Troop ignition A fast and violent conflagration Out of the fire the Purifiers rise Purifiers led the way, that others may join the fray Initiative gained, advancement sustained Lead through direct command, as they burn through the land Encircling their the foe, and incinerate their ranks Expose their reinforcements, burning their lines New doctrine in combat aligns Purifiers attack, leaving nothing but ash New combat ideals, of the Promethean’s will
I Vee Daniels stood on the threshold of another abandoned house. So far, her exploits had led to her being tied and gagged by crooks twice and finding a vintage Polaroid camera. Of course, there was no film to go with it, and she wasn’t sure if it worked, but it was an interesting find nonetheless. The houses within suburbia were kept pristine and always sold the moment they hit the market. Then there were the trailers, where she lived with her parents, her room in the basement. She ventured further towards No Man’s Land, AKA Crooksville, to find genuinely abandoned ones. Hence, running into crooks and ending up tied and gagged. She often wondered how long it would take her parents to notice her absence if she didn’t manage to escape promptly. They never bothered to ask where she went all the time or why her wrists were constantly red. Although, recently, they’d mentioned stories circulating the neighborhood of a ‘Weird Girl’ that had a penchant for wandering into

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Ecuador owes its name to the imaginary line diving the Earth’s Northern and Southern hemispheres, so it’s no surprise that visitors to the country find themselves drawn to visit a monument that celebrates this fact called "Monumento a la Mitad del Mundo," which translates to "a monument to the middle of the world." Here, you’ll find an array of experiments designed to prove that the site is, in fact, on the equator, and not some randomly chosen location.
But how do you separate the tricks deployed at the site for show from the real science? Even the actual site of the equator has changed a few times over the years. The ancient Quechua estimated using a sundial, the French used surveying equipment in the 1700s, and more recently, GPS technology has entered the fray. When you take the many “scientific activities” available at the various equatorial sites into consideration, things become even less defined.
Fear not! Take a journey with me to just outside Quito, Ecuador, and we’ll become equator debaters for a day.
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