BalloonFan

It was Stephanie’s 18th birthday and she wasn’t in a birthday-mood at all. “Cheer up, Steph, will ya,” Danielle patted her friend on the shoulder. “He was such a jerk anyway. You know you’ll meet the right guy soon.” Despite the comforting words, Stephanie snapped at her friend: “I’m sick and tired of this, I really am. You’re so happy with David, while I always get together with the wrong ones – what’s your secret?”

Sandra’s Balloon Shop was extremely successful, at it had every right to be – after all, it provided a must-win recipe of original balloon colors, creative shapes, a large selection featuring all sizes and, of course, the lovely, alluring saleswoman and owner, Sandra. In recent weeks, the store had been continuously flooded with customers and Sandra knew that it was time for expansion.

He led Torrie around the house on a leash. It gave him that great sense of power for which he craved. The leash was short and permitted only little liberty in movement. Torrie moved around on her hands and knees seemingly feeling no discomfort. The attractive blonde wore a dark black latex suit that barely covered her behind. It was long-sleeved, though, and gave her a panther-like look when viewed from the front. The two reached the large oak doors, which they passed through as moved on over the stone floor towards the laboratory of the mansion.

The woman looked at me in complete disgust. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of me since they had brought me into the room and strapped me to the upright bed on the one side of the room. I didn’t put up a fight, knowing it was useless. When they had you, they had you – everyone knew that. I looked across the room, acknowledged the woman’s presence and her despising gaze, then examined the huge monitor opposite me on the other side of the room. I didn’t know exactly what they were going to do with me, but I knew I was in trouble.