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Kattie's Abduction Fantasy CH 7-8 [Make sure to scroll down to start at Chapter 1 for the full setup of the story. ] Before Kattie could even obey Daniel's orders to go up to the motel room, his instructions had changed. "Wait," he said as one of his accomplices was about to open the van door. "I guess it's silly to let her walk across the parking lot in her clothes. We're in a town that doesn't call the cops, especially not about a silly little thing like that. Let's give those guys over there a little show." He pointed across the parking lot, to where a group of four rough-looking Pomona construction workers, all black guys, were standing around a utility box, smoking. "Give me that shirt and those shorts," Daniel said. They ripped both articles from her. Kattie crouched in the van, as naked as the day she was born. One of them slid the door to the van wide open, the side facing the construction workers, who were about 30 feet or one "first-down" away. "Get on out," Daniel said. Kattie hesitated a moment, suddenly paralyzed by the idea of being fully nude in public. Even with having had an HD camera pointed between her spread legs for the last hour or more, she was terrified of the idea of this new kind of exposure. "Get out and go up to the room or we'll take you over there and let all four of those guys fuck you on the shoulder of the highway. Do not run. Walk slow, with your head held high. In fact, I want to see you turn around three times and smile at those guys." Kattie knew he was serious. She felt herself getting out of the van, just doing it before her brain could consider it further. The men in the parking lot just stared in shocked silence. They'd seen some shit, but never a beautiful white girl walking through public completely naked. Kattie could feel her face flushing as she saw heads turning in cars stopped at the red light adjacent to the parking lot. She turned and looked them smiling. Took a few more steps and turned again. The men were picking up on a hint. "I think she's a wantin us to follow" one said to the others. A couple of the cars honked their horns. She tried to ignore them, walking toward the staircase as if everything were perfectly normal. The little pebbles in the pavement dug into the bottoms of her bare feet. She could hear someone following behind her with the camera, documenting her humiliating ordeal. The men were whistling and shouting lewd comments now, having gotten over their initial shock. She was terrified of them, of what they could do to her. At the same time, she felt a fresh trickle running down her thigh. She looked down. It wasn't cum. It was her own juice, running perfectly clear, glinting in the sunlight. She hoped the camera wouldn't pick it up. Behind her, Daniel was calling to the men: "She's a new . We're trying to break her in. At the bottom of the stairs, she turned and smiled one more time. Daniel continued "Come up to room 206 to try her out." Hearing this, Kattie felt something strange. Her heart simultaneously fluttered with indignation at what was being said about her, but also with deep excitement. She walked up the stairs. The camera guy stayed a few steps below her, to get the best angle of her ass and pussy as she walked. As she rounded the landing to go up the second flight, she saw that the four construction guys were following. She felt light-headed. She was really going to keep getting fucked by complete strangers. Where would it end? What did these men want? Why her? She considered her immediate fate. It wouldn't just be these guys. Daniel had mentioned posting their address to all those people watching online. The reality that she would be spreading her legs for countless more men tonight, letting them enter her and violate her, unprotected if they wanted, suddenly it hit her. There would be nothing she could do about it. By the time she got to the room, her pussy was throbbing along to her heartbeat. When the construction guys entered, followed by her film crew, she was laying on the bed, waiting for them. What else was there for her to do? She was trembling, but she felt her pussy was ready for them. They looked rough, and looked at her like they knew what to do with girls like her. With whores. Without an introductory word, they began unbuckling their belts, devouring her with their gazes. "So this shit completely free?" one of them asked. "One hundred percent," Daniel said. "She's doesn't deserve to be an earner yet. But..." "Oh here it comes, I ain't payin. But what?" The leader exasperatedly asked. Daniel continued "You have to agree to be recorded and published. I need you to look into the camera and confirm that you approve being in this recording." "Oh shit, is that all." Each of them confirmed that they were ok with being in the recording. And that was enough for these guys. They didn't even ask about how this was going to be used. They circled around her and began pulling their dicks out. * Steve wadded up the soiled paper towel that held his third load of the evening and tossed it in the trash. He kept watching the livestream from the darkened bedroom of his apartment. In this brief post-orgasm window of clarity, the full enormity of what he had done to Kattie began to really set in. He was watching her get fucked mercilessly by four black construction workers: her ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth dicks of the day. How many more would there be? It was probably only just getting started. She had woken up this morning and gone to work like it was any other day, putting on a cute dress and putting on makeup to make herself look even more pretty. With dignity and an exclusive, respectable little pussy that she had only ever let one man enter before. But now she was going to give it away to more guys in a single day than even the sluttiest girls do in a lifetime. He had begun an avalanche of dick for her that had no definitive end in sight. In the live chat that accompanied the livestream, he watched the comments pour in, giving the location of the hotel room where they were at. It was an open-invite now. Of course the vast majority of the million plus people watching were too far away to even consider joining in, but many surely weren't. Between the spammed hotel address, more and more pictures of Kattie from her regular life were flooding in. People enjoyed posting those. They had found out absolutely everything about her. Had all her info, the names of friends, relatives, everyone. Most of her life history. Her address, her phone number, her email addresses. Where she had gone to school. A YouTube channel she had made. They thought they were helping her achieve her fantasies in some way by exposing all this, but there had to be a sadistic streak in all of them. Even if all the men were anonymous this behavior was obviously incredibly destructive to engage in for any girl. But having it spread to every guy she knows in addition, oh god it was ruinous, but they didn't care. She had (they thought) made the initiation, she had let it be known that she wanted this, and now they were going to make her desires a permanent fixture of her life. Steve obviously didn't care either. Not really. He had asked himself if he was a psychopath in the refractory period after cumming, but that guilt was already passing. As he watched the pictures of Kattie pour in from strangers who wanted to destroy her, he was already horny again. He thought of the million watching this, of the thousands of HD copies of this video being made and spread to sites across the internet, downloaded to hundreds of thousands of different hard drives. It would never even begin to go away. Everywhere Kattie ever went again for the rest of her life, she would have to wonder if every guy who gives her a second glance recognized her, if he had an HD video of her doing the most shameful things on earth in his possession. Did he have HD pictures of her pussy, her asshole, her body covered in cum. It was like she'd never be able to really be dressed again. Never able to close her legs and cover her shame. He was rubbing his cock again. * Kattie tried to peak around the torso of the man fucking her mouth to get a glimpse of the new figures standing in the doorway. More people here to use her like a . With a jolt, she realized she knew at least one of the newcomers. What was his name...Clyde? Some guy she had gone to high school with. He was with a few others. OMG she thought. So they had really done it. They had posted all this somewhere people who know her would see it. Perhaps on her Facebook. She didn't know. There had previously been a shred of possibility that the threat was a lie, but not anymore. It felt like a nightmare. It couldn't be real. She realized she knew the other guys too, a little bit. All had gone to high school with her, though she had never really talked to them. But here they were, grinning, watching her take a huge black cock up her ass while she gagged herself over and over on another. The guy in her mouth pulled out just long enough to put a little tan pill on the end of his dick and then slip it back into her. The other two black guys who had fucked her were cleaning up and getting dressed again. They had fucked the shit out of her, for probably 45 minutes or more, taking turns in every one of her holes. None of them had worn condoms. The guy behind her fucked her doggy style in her ass, reaming out her asshole while the hole beneath it leaked the cum of the first two guys down onto the bedsheets. Now the other two were trying to finish, evidently determined to make this hard on her. Daniel was hooking the laptop up to the TV, to use it as a big screen monitor. There it was. The live feed of her being spit roasted by two black strangers. Now Daniel switched to a different tab. As the guy fucking her mouth pulled out and unloaded his cum all over her he smiled and told her not to worry he had just given her a nice hit of Molly. She would feel quite trusting of everyone very soon. But as he said this she suddenly noticed the monitor and OMG they were on her Facebook page. They were actually logged in as her, somehow, posting as her. With a sickening feeling she realized that they had been posting as her for the last hour or more from the motel room, posting the shameful pictures they had taken earlier, of her kneeling nude and prostrate before the camera, looking up into it like a wanton slut. She didn't even have to read closely to see what they'd posted. 20-plus variations of the message "I'm a worthless fuckpig who wants to be a slut for life," along with the link to the live feed and the address of this hotel. She watched in horror as Daniel began clicking "accept" over and over again to the 16000 plus friend requests that showed up on her page. He then turned to her as she begged not to. "I'll never get thru all of these." He went to her settings and made all of her info Public. "Let em all have everything. Don't you agree Kattie?" he shook his head up and down, his eyes piercing, letting her know that she should agree. Kattie followed, nodding yes, being obedient. Being filmed of her agreeing. She then looked at the tabs at the top of the screen and realized he had her professional LinkedIn page open as well and was posting the same stuff there. So that was it. Her life was officially ruined. This would be the sole defining, unforgettable act of her life from here on out. When the next dick entered her mouth, from one of the guys she'd recognized from high school, she found herself fellating it with a new attitude. It was as if the confirmation that her life was permanently ruined gave her a new freedom. This was it. She could just let herself be resigned to this fate. As the black guy finally filled her rectum with cum and was soon replaced by another of the guys from the doorway, she just let the degradation flow over her. She felt the two dicks of these guys that she just barely knew sawing in and out of her, just treating her as a host of warm, wet holes to get off in. Suddenly she nearly hit an orgasm. Maybe this is what she had needed her whole life. She just had to admit that her deepest, most suppressed desire was to be forcefully and completely degraded, to have all of her autonomy ripped away from her, without having even a little bit, single say in it. There were more people in the doorway now, but Kattie didn't even try to scan their faces to see if she knew any of them. Surely she did. It didn't matter. This was it. She would fuck every single one of them. Do whatever they wanted. The forced nature of the situation absolved her of blame. The drug was kicking in. She could let them use her body in any way they could imagine, and not feel guilt, right? It wasn't like she had any choice, so she might as well enjoy it. And the fact that she didn't have any choice was maybe the hottest part of all. No she thought this can't be right. More cum, more dicks. Someone was under her now, drilling away at her completely soaked pussy. He had just slid in without the slightest bit of resistance, she was so wet for it. Like a bitch in heat. She heard herself moaning constantly, just an ever-renewed wail of shame and pleasure. She was uttering words, unconsciously, a litany of filth escaping her lips. "Fuck me," she was gasping, the words punctuated by the thrusts of the guy in her cunt. "Fuck my pussy. Cum in it. Make me your bitch." They did make her their bitch. Over the fifty minutes Kattie tried to, in the back of her mind, keep a mental tally of how many different cocks got into one of her holes. She stopped counting after the 12th. They were switching out every few minutes, usually more than one of them in her at once. It was difficult for her to keep track. After the third guy that chose to abuse her asshole came, Daniel came forward with a small tray with some crushed up powder on it. "Snort this," he told her. "They're poppers. They'll loosen you up and let your filthy asshole take dick easier. Might make it all feel better too, not that you need help with that, you dumb slut. You were born to take dick, weren't you?" Kattie nodded her agreement and snorted all the powder up without a second thought, cleaning the tray off in seconds like some doing blow. She felt it trickle through her nasal passages and then down her throat, bringing with it a warm rush to her head. Anything to let the dick in easier. She ground her crotch down against the thrusts of the two guys in her pussy and anus, trying to inspect every millimeter of the length of their cocks by internal feel. Her clit massaged down against the pelvis of the guy beneath her as his dick plunged the entire length of her vagina, from opening to cervix, over and over. She just wanted to drown in dicks. She could already feel her muscles loosening. Her sphincter quit reflexively trying to shut itself off from the invading cocks, and just accommodated, ready for the queued up line of dicks waiting for it. * It had been about 2 and a half hours since his prey had been taken to the hotel room. For 2 and a half hours Steve had watched, enthralled, while Kattie took dick after dick in a production that was worthy of the highest-budget porno ever made. The only difference was she wasn't getting paid for it. Ch 8 There had definitely been a noticeable moment at which Kattie had begun fucking back, as opposed to merely being fucked. He could see her rational will changing-breaking, the succumbing to the primal part of the brain that was partially a mental defense and partially the undertaking of her most shameful, and thus most fulfilling deep desires. If it had been her secret fantasy to be a slut, her wish has been fulfilled, she was getting that in spades. So far 38 individual guys had had their way with her pussy or asshole since they'd gotten to the hotel room, and plenty more with her mouth. He'd been counting. Probably a good half of them were guys who knew her and had decided to get in on the action after seeing the social media posts. From what he could tell, only about nine guys so far had bothered to use a condom. Everyone else gave it to her totally raw. They had been somewhat reserved at first, patiently waiting their turn and fucking her the way they might fuck their girlfriends. About an hour in that idea went out the window. For the last 20 or so guys they had collectively riled themselves into just treating her like meat. Simply demolishing her. Hardly an instant passed in which she had an empty hole. She was always airtight, stuffed to the brim by a horde of nearly frenzied men who had for probably the first time in their life had all sexual constraints wiped off the table. They were obviously free to do whatever they wanted. So far the sheer number of waiting guys had kept things relatively uncreative though. No one had been given enough time to get anything truly weird going. Instead, they simply triple penetrated her as she mostly stayed in the doggy position, fighting for breath whenever she could from the endless onslaught of dick. But boy did they make it count. The guys were all fucking her as deeply as they could, slamming into her holes, just reverse engineering her pussy and rectum. Whatever they had given Kattie to snort had evidently done it's job, just allowing her to accept dick after dick. Her pale, smooth and elegant body stood out in great contrast to the sea of hairy flesh swarming over it, all fighting for entry to her warm, hospitable orifices. The seeming purity and perfection of her fair skin and blond hair in contrast to the vulgarity of the mass that was violating her made the scene look all that much more explicit. Like some princess had been thrown from a tower to be gang banged by a waiting horde of angry peasants. When he noticed the faces of a few of his and Kattie's male co-workers standing in wait in the doorway of the hotel room, he knew that there was no purpose in waiting any longer. He might as well get directly involved in the action he had started. * Kattie had long ago given up on the idea of protecting any semblance of dignity or autonomy over her body. It was easier to just let it completely wash over her, to submerge herself into the depravity. Dicks had become the totality of her experience. Forget whose they were or where they had been. Whether they were clean. She tasted dick, smelled dick, breathed dick. Dicks were in every one of her holes at all times, usually unprotected, nothing stopping them from rubbing themselves to completion on the wet folds of the interior of her body. Nothing stopping them from unloading their hot, fertile cum deep inside of her, deeper than she'd ever felt anything enter her before, directly onto the opening of her womb. A lot of the guys seemed to enjoy pushing themselves into her as deeply as they could right before ejaculating and then holding themselves there until they'd emptied every last drop, like they'd never been allowed to do it before and now there was no one to tell them no. Kattie was actually exhilarated in being this for them. For being the absolute fucking every guy had always wanted to destroy but had never met. She was finding her final fulfillment in it. She had to. She had to savor it. Once this ended, once this sexual high came crashing down, so would everything else. She couldn't let herself think of the coming devastation of her life. There could only be dick. As long as another guy was fucking her, she didn't have to face her new reality. She was coated in their discharge - her whole body - covered in cum and her own sweat and the sweat of dozens of men. Nothing but dick. Cum oozed from her pink opening in a thick mess as one spent cock plopped out of her and a fresh one took its place. Inside her where nothing could be remotely described as "fresh" now. But that didn't seem to matter to any of them. Maybe it excited them. To fuck this completely used, ravaged pussy, whose only purpose was to help as many men as possible empty a nut. How often would such an opportunity come to them? To fuck a hot, filthy instead of their tame girlfriends and wives. She loved being the . She wanted to just be everyone's for life. There was nothing left. A for life. She didn't know how long she had been fucking, or how many men had used her. Surely dozens. She recognized many of them, but it didn't even make a difference now. She gave them all the same treatment, which was of course utter access to everything she had. When Daniel stepped in to call for a brief intermission of fucking, she suddenly felt vacant, empty. The sudden absence of cock in her felt like the loss of a limb. She instinctively ground her hips in a seeking circle in the air as the last cock pulled out, her pussy looking for something to fuck. But Daniel was calling for a brief lull in the action. "Alright let's rein things in for a moment," he had announced to the room. There was a general cry of protest. "No, don't worry. Everyone who wants to take a turn is going to get one. But there's no rush. Let's find some other ways to get some use out of this filthy bitch." He grabbed a handful of wet wipes and tossed them to a couple of the guys next to Kattie, where she was now just sitting in a daze on the bed, waiting to see what would happen next. "Clean her up real quick. Try to get all the sweat and cum off of her. Let's let everyone have another good look at her in her purest state, if she even has one anymore." The two guys accepted the job with relish, rubbing the wet towels over every inch of her body, frequently replacing them after they became soiled. From her face to her cunt to the spaces between her toes, they wiped her down, clearing away all the cum, sweat, saliva, and other filth that had accumulated on her body. Kattie did feel somewhat refreshed, even as some part of her desired for all of that filth to be replenished. It was almost like Daniel could read her mind. "Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from. But I wanted to take this last opportunity to document every bit of you, before we dirty you up too much. I want to make sure no inch of your body will ever be a secret from anyone again. Let there be a standing record of everything anyone could ever want to see of you. Perfect reference material for anyone who ever meets you again, or has already known you. Luckily, with our more than adequate lighting and 4k cameras, you're going to be more thoroughly documented than you probably ever thought possible!" Daniel's cronies suddenly produced two standing lights, the kind you would use in a modeling shoot, and flicked them on, angling them in such a way that the light of each overlapped on her body, removing any possible shadows. Kattie squinted slightly as the lights briefly blinded her. She saw herself in the live feed on the screen. It had already been perfectly well lit, but now it looked like she was sitting nude on a bed in some soundstage, so crisp and illuminated was the picture. Her longish, wavy red hair was wild, tussled up in a voluminous mess on her head that clearly conveyed that she had just been given the fucking of a lifetime, but other than that her lithe body still looked fair and pure. She instinctively covered her pale, modestly-sized breasts with her hands, even as she realized how ridiculous that was. "Give us some space," Daniel said, making all the guys back off of the bed. He came forward with another one of his cronies, the one operating the camera. They got in for a closeup of her face. "This is Ms. Kattie Duval, from Lakewood, California," Daniel said. Kattie felt her heart fluttering in panic at these words, even after all this. He proceeded to give her address, her phone number, even her social security number. "And she wants her body to be documented in perfect detail for the world. She thinks she has no right to keep any of it hidden from anyone, and we agree." Isn't that right Kattie? You are given all viewers the full rights to all of you and your current and future information fin perpetuity. Aren't you Ms. Duval? Kattie nodded her head yes. Daniel whispered "Say it Kattie say it clearly!" Facing the camera she looked down and uttered the words. "i hereby give all viewers full use and consent of my myself, my images and my current and future personal information for any use they deem useful. This consent is in-perpetuity. "Thank you Kattie" Daniel was happy with himself. Since she had already heard what information he given out, there was no way for her to claim she didn't know the extent of her consent. He told the videographer to make that time, he needed to save it in the file. Then they proceeded to follow through on their word, to a far greater extent than Kattie had possibly imagined they would. Over the next hour, they had her contort into a variety of different poses to show off literally every part of her body in close up, usually with each part in more than one angle. As Daniel explained: " Some where out there, there is a different guy who has a thing for every little individual piece of a woman's body. You don't want to let anybody out there down, do you?" Kattie's mouth dropped and she shook her head no. "Good" Daniel replied, "So let's cover every possible inch. Daniel looked into the camera, we have allowed screenshots to be taken. So enjoy." They took full context shots, shots of her lying on her back regularly, then lying on her back with her legs spread, shots of her in doggy position, but also took shots in agonizing detail of every little thing. They would always linger long enough on each part to allow ample time for people to take screenshots of everything, should they want to have a lengthier inspection. Her breasts were of course given plenty of screen time, both hanging naturally as well as squeezed and fondled by Daniel. The closeups of her nipples, hard as diamonds, showed each tiny bump on her areolas with clarity, showed the tiny maze of cracks and bumps on the tips of the nipples themselves. Kattie watched the screen in breathless humiliation and amazement. She had no idea cameras could even show that kind of detail. They got closeups of her face, which somehow felt as invasive as anything else, as she tried to obscure the bombardment of conflicting emotions she was feeling. The fucking was preferable to this. There she could at least cloak herself in the action and insanity of what was going on, but with this inspection, she had nothing to use as a coping mechanism, nothing to distract her. It was pure, raw exposure and humiliation. And yet, her pussy was forming a virtual little lake on the bedsheets beneath her. Daniel stroked the smooth skin of her cheek in a way that was delicate and strangely affectionate as they recorded her face. "Beautiful lips," he said. "Make a kissy face for us. That's good. Now pout. Stick that bottom lip out further. That's good. The little getting what she's always wanted. Open your mouth. Show us your tongue." Kattie stuck her tongue out as far as she could as she looked up into the camera. They got in so tight that her tongue took up nearly the whole screen, until you could see her saliva shimmering over individual taste buds. She wondered what the hell kind of guy out there would need this much detail of her tongue of all things. Next they inspected her teeth, and another of Daniel's guys came up behind her and stuck his fingers in her mouth from behind, two on each side, and spread her lips as far apart as he could without injuring her, like she had some implement from the dentist in. The full expanse of her pearly whites were on display on the screen, but it was not a dignified look it gave the rest of her face. She looked ridiculous with her mouth spread so wide that it was beginning to hurt. They of course got in closer, until you just saw the teeth and gums. They had her bite down and release a few times. She felt like a or some piece of livestock being inspected for a sale. Next they inspected her hands, having her slowly twirl, grasp and ungrasp her slender fingers. From the glossy reflection on the nail polish she wore, so dark red that it was almost black, to the palms of her hands as she held them spread upturned for the camera. She had always been told that she had beautiful hands and had liked the way they looked, but had never thought she would model them in this context. Every single thing. Her smooth, hairless armpits even received some attention. Her legs. Her feet were given particularly dedicated airtime, perhaps unsurprisingly. When they got to them, Daniel commented: "You have a foot fetishist's dream feet, girl. I hope you wear flip flops a lot. Slender and dainty, but just long enough to prevent any stubby toes or the like. Just a hint of pink coloration on the undersides. So shapely, with such lovely arches." They took footage of every possible angle and position of her feet and her toes, the nails still coated perfectly in the same glossy polish as her fingernails. Her feet from the top, from the bottom. With her toes pulled back to accentuate the balls of her feet, with her toes scrunched and then with them splayed. Daniel would pull her toes apart himself and hold them open while they got shots of the soft skin in between. During a shot focusing on the underside of her big toe, Kattie noticed that when the camera fully focused you could even see the grooves and whorls of her toeprints. It was more detail than you would probably even notice with the naked eye. Guess this really would be every foot-fetishists wet dream. Of course the most time of all was spent on the areas between her legs. Her bald pussy was inspected with obsessive detail, and from every position and angle a man may imagine it in his fantasies. Spread eagle, pushed together, seen from the rear between her legs when she was on all fours. Spread wide with fingers. Her clit, her outer and inner labia, the actual wet, pink entrance to her vagina. All in ridiculous quality. Her asshole was given similar treatment. They had her get on all fours while someone held her ass cheeks open wide, giving a perfect view of everything from her lower back right on down past the still slightly puckered rim of her asshole, then down to her dripping clam. They had her facing the screen in this position, so that she could be hit with the full extent of her exposure. Kattie knew her face was flushing red, even after all this, as the camera focused and brought her sphincter into perfect clarity, filling the screen. At least her entire body from the neck down was 100% hairless. If her body was going to be documented for all time, at least it didn't come after a couple days of skipping out on her grooming habits. Kattie didn't like to have body hair, and she got rid of it religiously. And now it was for everyone else's benefit. The wrinkled little ring circling her anus looked like the rim of some mountainous landscape, so clear and prominent the camera made every detail look. They had her suck it in and push it out, making it bulge briefly. She shouldn't have been surprised, but they wanted to see her insides as well. Daniel produced a long, clear plastic speculum from somewhere and began lubricating it. Soon he was gently but firmly pressing it against her asshole. Kattie gasped slightly as she felt the clamped bill split her open. |
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exceptional. so deeply arousing
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Nice - very nice.
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Awesome…..not continuing is not an option!!
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Unbelievable detail and expressively described, it's as if I was there, myself, the story is told with SUCH REAL detail! ABSOLUTELY amazing!!! Do continue, as it is RIVETING!!! Thanks for sharing, too!
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My gosh, thank you for the comments. it makes me feel good that you take the time to write. Please shoot me a message if you would like to chat. kattie
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Kattie...WOW !! I was hooked by the end of Chapter #1.. I've enjoyed reading all the instalments.. Now I'm wondering where this will lead when Steve shows up at the motel and reenters her new life! Keep up the great work!!
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love the way your mind works hope i can find the others in the story magazine
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