The Thieving Trio - A Kidnap (Chapter 4) by ericseabrooker, literature
Literature
The Thieving Trio - A Kidnap (Chapter 4)
Chapter 4
Isabella had escaped her captor’s camp as silently as possible sneaking away on her tip-toes. When she had been sure that her captors wouldn’t be able to hear her because of their painful yelling she sped up her pace and aimed for a half-ruined main building of the fortress. She would have run if it weren’t for the rough terrain that had hurt her soles with each step. Isabella wasn’t used to walk barefoot and she always wore shoes even in her personal chambers. Her soles were slender and soft and every step outside was a painful experience. She had to bit her lip to prevent herself from hissing in pain and s
Operation Revenge: Day 3, part 2 by SaggyD, literature
Literature
Operation Revenge: Day 3, part 2
PART 2
That whole thing was a setup. I went into John's computer room. My friends set up video cameras in his bedroom to record my sister. It was their turn to get revenge on Jenny. My friends told me ahead of time, it will be more humiliating than painful. The cameras were working. I saw John get up & stood behind Jenny.
Dan asked her, "Are you wearing a disposable diaper?"
Her face turned red & answered.
"No... Since Ed isn't here, you think you can pick on me? I think not."
I got to tell you. My sister has guts but, it won't last.
John said, "I think she is lying. I think she is wearing a diaper."
Bef
Note: after seeing many wonderful works of art and literature, I have decided to try my own hand at writing. I realize this content isn't for everyone but I'd appreciate if you don't like the nature to not through a hissy fit. Also this is a work of pure fiction I made up the entire story. Part 2 may or may not be written depending on how this goes.
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Part 1.
I remember being younger and having a girl in my class in a large, clunky wheelchair. We were only 8 or so but I remember how she couldn't
My first surprise was waiting for me when we reached the kitchen. Linda told me to close my eyes and I obeyed. When she told me I could open them I saw a large wheelchair with at least a dozen straps, a removable tray, and large handles in the back for someone to push me around with. Linda placard me carefully in my new chariot and fastened straps around my feet, shins, thighs, stomach, chest, and arms."Sit tight while I bring jasmine over to Ms. Browns apartment. I'll only be a minute." As she left I beamed with joy. I tried to move around but found myself totally constricted. I wet my diaper a little more and enjoyed the warm wet feeling it