Anna Donnison
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Due to our writer's block in regards to that story: Piper's Pain, we will be writing The Con as our series! The Con will involve several short tales about Con-artists who try to dupe rich women. Enjoy.
Love,
Anna and Heather
Emily smiled to herself. Her new mark was working well. HAving 3 marks to deal with was difficult but it was going well. Resembling Sarah Michelle Gellar in appearance and Caesar in mind and deed, Emily VanDeprecht had been a successful con-artist for 5 years. At the tender age of 21, things had gone very well. A con-artist's job is extremelt difficult and costly. You have to have money to start, hence you start young. You need to have completed high school or equivalency of at least 10th Grade. Pick a n occupation you can do, engage in heavy research. You need contacts, other friends and all that before picking your mark. Lesbian mark were the rage now, and many lonely rich women the target. Being at least bi-sexual was a requirement and Emily was at the very least bi-sexual. But men existed only between marks. Her three marks were all wealthy, lonely women and this particular 25 year old was a coup to say the least. Gorgeous, naive and a magninficent & kinky lover, Elizabeth (think Shannon Elizabeth) Dillon was the highlight of her career. She trusted her completely and she got a hell of a lot of dough. Mostly con-artist operated carefully and set up Swiss Bank accounts to wire the money. They also were very accomplished stock-brokers and gamblers. A requirement as often to generate finance quick money was always needed. Documents known as the Con Book were also used. Inside were information about the marks, financial details and photos. This ensured that others did not make the mistake of taking another's mark before, during or after the con. The mark herself had to be well chosen both on financial and emotional terms. Poor girls or the middle class were out. Only upper and the upper-middle women who could recover were taken. She had to be lonely not crushed. Crushed women were often suspicious. The relationship had to end at your hands not the marks. All these things were factored in. Fundamental rules never leave your Con-Book at a mark's house....
The maid Serena Lopez (think J-LO, hahaha) handed her Mistress, the book belonging to Miss VanDeprecht, without having read it. Discretion is vital for employees. Elizabeth held on to it, smiling. "the poor darling must have left it here after having gone on one of her trips!" she thought. Her beloved diary's. Elizabeth held on wondering what was inside but not wanting her harm her dearest who might have been miffed. Eventually her curiousity got the better of her. She opened it to the shock title the COn Book. She read it horrified when she realised she was being conned. Worse was 2 other women Germaine Stevens and Samantha Lodge were smiliarly being taken advantage of. She swore revenge, though about it and then came to a relisation. She knew the weakness of Emily and she decided to exploit it (sorry we can't come up with anything more devious!). Emily returned with a huge grin 2 nights later having come back from Germaine's house (think blonde hair, blue eyes). How much fun to have 3 honeys who can all fuck to exploit? "Helllo my love!" grinned Emily, promptly kissing her mark. Elizabeth smiled back at her "Hello my darling!" "SO my lovely Elizabeth what did you do in these last two days?" inquired Emily. "Made some new friends. Missed you terribly!" she answered. That night was spent making love in what easily ranked as the best sex Emily had ever had. "And to think I'm seeing sexy Samantha (think Rose McGowan) tomorrow!" she grinned. That night she slept peacefully as ever. WHen she awoke, her eyes were covered and she was tied down. HAving a small seizure of panic she called unnervingly. "HOney? Baby? Sweetheart? Feeling somewhat vulnerable at this moment!" "Hello love!" came the swet voice of Elizabeth. "Hello dearest!" replied the voice of Veronica, an earlier mark. (Think Kirsten Dunst). "Hello baby doll!" responded the voice of Laetia, another previous mark (Mena Suvari). "Hello darling!" replied the voice of Germaine. "Hello my angel!" answered Samantha. "Damn I have been caught! What the fuck am I am going to do?" thought Emily. "Look ladies... If you let me go I will send you back your money!" Emily lied. "Well that would be no! Girls remember what I told you!" replied Elizabeth. (Sorry about the problems in the dialogue we are having problems writing this!)
Emily wondered what was going to happen to her. She was naked, bound and rape seemed likely. Still at least they weren't going to beat her up, she hoped. Suddenly she felt something soft gently brushed against her feet. "Oh fuck!" she thought. "Let's go girls!" said Elizabeth. Suddenly instruments were flying all over her twitching frame. "BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" howled the shaking blonde as the sensations rippled through her body. The girls had no intention of indulging the woman who had broken their hearts as they pushed her body closer and closer to insanity. The electric toothbrushes used by Elisabeth danced on her ribcage and left underarm while Germaine dealt with her right side and her right underarm with a vibrator. Samantha dealt with the stomach of the suffering trickster. Samantha enjoyed using a feather to dance over the quivering belly of poor Miss VanDeprecht while using an icecube on her belly button. A hairbrush explored the soles and arches of the deceiver as Veronica tested her soles. Worse of all LAetia used a featherduster to tickle her ticklish tush and pussy. Soon Emily was red in the face and wet herself but the torture was far from over. The girls loved to watch her body tremble as they continued their torture. Suddenly Elizabeth called time. "Emily, give us the bank accounts numbers!" commanded Elizabeth. "Never!" defiantly replied a puffing Emily. "Again?" asked Germaine, smiling at the pretty woman. "Again!" replied the equally flirtatious Elizabeth. The girls resumed their heavy torture. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHANANANAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" roared the horribly ticklish Emily. Then terrible reality struck as fast as the hairbrushes on the balls on her feet. She was going to go broke. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAI"MSORRRY!!!!!!!!!!!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAAHAOHMIGODHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" bellowed the ordeal-struck Emily. Her ticklishness was going to be her downfall. She thought of her friends who would undoubtedly get caught, how could this be? "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHMERCYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" screamed Mistress VanDeprecht. The knowledge that she was going to endure cause her fear increase. The women continued in their relentless desire to melt this purveyor of misery, this treacherous viper, this cowardly demon. The torture unendling marched onwards as hour went and a new hour approach. The time ticked forward without end. "Kootchy kootchy koo!" chanted the 5 spurned women. "WAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHPLEHAHAHAHAHAHSENOOOOMORREHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" pleaded the laughing criminal.
The 5 women stopped when Elizabeth did. Elizabeth huddled the women together and grinned. One by one they decided to fondly her private parts occasionally tickling each. Moans and squeals arose but no orgasm would be granted. The living nightmare was sans repose. The 5 women worked her into a frenzy then ceased their remonstrations. Then they spanking her. Hands after hand struck her rear-end. She screamed and shrieked and they continued unabated. Spank, smack were the sounds as Emily's behind went red. Her pussy soon received similarly treatment as did her breasts without ending release from her growing lust. Then they decided to mix it up. Elizabeth tickled her underarms with the feathers, Germaine sucked and rubbed her breasts, Veronica her burning butt, Laetia sucked and fingered her **** while Samantha used the electric toothbrushes and hairbrushes on her sensitive feet. "HAHAHAOOOOHHHAHAHAHAHAHOOOOHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAOOOOOOHHHHHHOOOHHHHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!" the mind of Emily rolled and squeaked. Sometimes they would just tickle her, othertimes do both, othertimes tease her body. The 5 sadists decided this harlot deserved a navel torture hence left the ice cube inside. Byt eh end of the 5th hour, whipped cream resulted in licking on all her body's areas. Underarms, breasts, ribs, sides, belly, navel, feet, thighs, knees, pussy and ass all felt the exploration of 5 eager tongues. Finally by the 6th hour, Emily told everything wishing only for her torment to end. "It will end, Emily. Then you will really suffer!" merciless and coldly spoke Elizabeth with a sadistic grin appearing on her visage. The girls took their positions. Emily knew now she was going straight, in deed and maybe even in sexuality. Nope she decided just in deed. She waited for Round Two to appear.
End of Part 1, stay tuned for Part 2: Money, Love or Tickling?
Love,
Anna and Heather
Emily smiled to herself. Her new mark was working well. HAving 3 marks to deal with was difficult but it was going well. Resembling Sarah Michelle Gellar in appearance and Caesar in mind and deed, Emily VanDeprecht had been a successful con-artist for 5 years. At the tender age of 21, things had gone very well. A con-artist's job is extremelt difficult and costly. You have to have money to start, hence you start young. You need to have completed high school or equivalency of at least 10th Grade. Pick a n occupation you can do, engage in heavy research. You need contacts, other friends and all that before picking your mark. Lesbian mark were the rage now, and many lonely rich women the target. Being at least bi-sexual was a requirement and Emily was at the very least bi-sexual. But men existed only between marks. Her three marks were all wealthy, lonely women and this particular 25 year old was a coup to say the least. Gorgeous, naive and a magninficent & kinky lover, Elizabeth (think Shannon Elizabeth) Dillon was the highlight of her career. She trusted her completely and she got a hell of a lot of dough. Mostly con-artist operated carefully and set up Swiss Bank accounts to wire the money. They also were very accomplished stock-brokers and gamblers. A requirement as often to generate finance quick money was always needed. Documents known as the Con Book were also used. Inside were information about the marks, financial details and photos. This ensured that others did not make the mistake of taking another's mark before, during or after the con. The mark herself had to be well chosen both on financial and emotional terms. Poor girls or the middle class were out. Only upper and the upper-middle women who could recover were taken. She had to be lonely not crushed. Crushed women were often suspicious. The relationship had to end at your hands not the marks. All these things were factored in. Fundamental rules never leave your Con-Book at a mark's house....
The maid Serena Lopez (think J-LO, hahaha) handed her Mistress, the book belonging to Miss VanDeprecht, without having read it. Discretion is vital for employees. Elizabeth held on to it, smiling. "the poor darling must have left it here after having gone on one of her trips!" she thought. Her beloved diary's. Elizabeth held on wondering what was inside but not wanting her harm her dearest who might have been miffed. Eventually her curiousity got the better of her. She opened it to the shock title the COn Book. She read it horrified when she realised she was being conned. Worse was 2 other women Germaine Stevens and Samantha Lodge were smiliarly being taken advantage of. She swore revenge, though about it and then came to a relisation. She knew the weakness of Emily and she decided to exploit it (sorry we can't come up with anything more devious!). Emily returned with a huge grin 2 nights later having come back from Germaine's house (think blonde hair, blue eyes). How much fun to have 3 honeys who can all fuck to exploit? "Helllo my love!" grinned Emily, promptly kissing her mark. Elizabeth smiled back at her "Hello my darling!" "SO my lovely Elizabeth what did you do in these last two days?" inquired Emily. "Made some new friends. Missed you terribly!" she answered. That night was spent making love in what easily ranked as the best sex Emily had ever had. "And to think I'm seeing sexy Samantha (think Rose McGowan) tomorrow!" she grinned. That night she slept peacefully as ever. WHen she awoke, her eyes were covered and she was tied down. HAving a small seizure of panic she called unnervingly. "HOney? Baby? Sweetheart? Feeling somewhat vulnerable at this moment!" "Hello love!" came the swet voice of Elizabeth. "Hello dearest!" replied the voice of Veronica, an earlier mark. (Think Kirsten Dunst). "Hello baby doll!" responded the voice of Laetia, another previous mark (Mena Suvari). "Hello darling!" replied the voice of Germaine. "Hello my angel!" answered Samantha. "Damn I have been caught! What the fuck am I am going to do?" thought Emily. "Look ladies... If you let me go I will send you back your money!" Emily lied. "Well that would be no! Girls remember what I told you!" replied Elizabeth. (Sorry about the problems in the dialogue we are having problems writing this!)
Emily wondered what was going to happen to her. She was naked, bound and rape seemed likely. Still at least they weren't going to beat her up, she hoped. Suddenly she felt something soft gently brushed against her feet. "Oh fuck!" she thought. "Let's go girls!" said Elizabeth. Suddenly instruments were flying all over her twitching frame. "BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" howled the shaking blonde as the sensations rippled through her body. The girls had no intention of indulging the woman who had broken their hearts as they pushed her body closer and closer to insanity. The electric toothbrushes used by Elisabeth danced on her ribcage and left underarm while Germaine dealt with her right side and her right underarm with a vibrator. Samantha dealt with the stomach of the suffering trickster. Samantha enjoyed using a feather to dance over the quivering belly of poor Miss VanDeprecht while using an icecube on her belly button. A hairbrush explored the soles and arches of the deceiver as Veronica tested her soles. Worse of all LAetia used a featherduster to tickle her ticklish tush and pussy. Soon Emily was red in the face and wet herself but the torture was far from over. The girls loved to watch her body tremble as they continued their torture. Suddenly Elizabeth called time. "Emily, give us the bank accounts numbers!" commanded Elizabeth. "Never!" defiantly replied a puffing Emily. "Again?" asked Germaine, smiling at the pretty woman. "Again!" replied the equally flirtatious Elizabeth. The girls resumed their heavy torture. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHANANANAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" roared the horribly ticklish Emily. Then terrible reality struck as fast as the hairbrushes on the balls on her feet. She was going to go broke. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAI"MSORRRY!!!!!!!!!!!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAAHAOHMIGODHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" bellowed the ordeal-struck Emily. Her ticklishness was going to be her downfall. She thought of her friends who would undoubtedly get caught, how could this be? "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHMERCYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" screamed Mistress VanDeprecht. The knowledge that she was going to endure cause her fear increase. The women continued in their relentless desire to melt this purveyor of misery, this treacherous viper, this cowardly demon. The torture unendling marched onwards as hour went and a new hour approach. The time ticked forward without end. "Kootchy kootchy koo!" chanted the 5 spurned women. "WAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHPLEHAHAHAHAHAHSENOOOOMORREHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" pleaded the laughing criminal.
The 5 women stopped when Elizabeth did. Elizabeth huddled the women together and grinned. One by one they decided to fondly her private parts occasionally tickling each. Moans and squeals arose but no orgasm would be granted. The living nightmare was sans repose. The 5 women worked her into a frenzy then ceased their remonstrations. Then they spanking her. Hands after hand struck her rear-end. She screamed and shrieked and they continued unabated. Spank, smack were the sounds as Emily's behind went red. Her pussy soon received similarly treatment as did her breasts without ending release from her growing lust. Then they decided to mix it up. Elizabeth tickled her underarms with the feathers, Germaine sucked and rubbed her breasts, Veronica her burning butt, Laetia sucked and fingered her **** while Samantha used the electric toothbrushes and hairbrushes on her sensitive feet. "HAHAHAOOOOHHHAHAHAHAHAHOOOOHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAOOOOOOHHHHHHOOOHHHHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!" the mind of Emily rolled and squeaked. Sometimes they would just tickle her, othertimes do both, othertimes tease her body. The 5 sadists decided this harlot deserved a navel torture hence left the ice cube inside. Byt eh end of the 5th hour, whipped cream resulted in licking on all her body's areas. Underarms, breasts, ribs, sides, belly, navel, feet, thighs, knees, pussy and ass all felt the exploration of 5 eager tongues. Finally by the 6th hour, Emily told everything wishing only for her torment to end. "It will end, Emily. Then you will really suffer!" merciless and coldly spoke Elizabeth with a sadistic grin appearing on her visage. The girls took their positions. Emily knew now she was going straight, in deed and maybe even in sexuality. Nope she decided just in deed. She waited for Round Two to appear.
End of Part 1, stay tuned for Part 2: Money, Love or Tickling?
