Dawn Meadows

Emily Lockwood - A Night at the Cottage 7 of 7

Added 2020-12-07 22:00:04 +0000 UTC

The stranger scooped up the sleeping Emily Lockwood, lifting her from the orange tinted comforter. Her limbs gave the appearance of resisting, but really they just dragged across the surface before she was hoisted up and over the the stranger's back. Emily's arms and legs swayed with boneless quality as though she were completely relaxed and okay with her situation.

Her body was folded like a jack-knife balanced atop the stranger's shoulder with her head upside down, mouth open, jaw slack. Her long reddish ponytail reached for the floor, pouring down like molten silk. Emily's painted fingernails swayed almost even with her inward turned stocking clad feet.

The stranger kept Emily's draped body in place by two gloved hands. One cupped the soft round shape of her posterior, just barely covered by the excessive ask of the already strained hem of her short blue dress. The stranger's other hand gripped the back of her supple upper thigh, fingers infiltrating the scandalously revealed control tops of her her sheer black pantyhose.

Emily Lockwood was helpless to being taken. The stranger carried the girl back to the open French doors on the backside of the Cottage. The doors, the detective had so carelessly left open when she snuggled up upon the fire-warmed bed to lose herself in reading her old adventure stories.

The stranger carried the chloroformed Emily Lockwood away into the chill Autumn night.

THE END