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When college girl Vanessa Bond takes the wrong turn on a deserted Nevada freeway, she unknowingly triggers the first step in a series of events that will awake her true self, and change everything she knows about our world.This is the 6th volume inMoreWhen college girl Vanessa Bond takes the wrong turn on a deserted Nevada freeway, she unknowingly triggers the first step in a series of events that will awake her true self, and change everything she knows about our world.This is the 6th volume in the Vanilla Doll series of erotica short stories. Each story pushes the boundaries of erotica, combining exotic settings, fantastic themes, and explosive hot sex. It explores the hottest fantasies of the Vanilla Dolls, beautiful heroines who break down all taboos for your reading pleasure.Adults Only!This e-book contains descriptions of explicit sexual material which may be offensive to some readers. You must be 18 years (21 in some areas) old to read this e-book. By reading beyond this point, you acknowledge that you are of legal age and that you are not offended by adult content.Keep this e-book away from children.Excerpt:At first there was only white. She thought she was still in the car, with the light shining in her eyes. But then a couple of dark ghosts danced in the blur. The dancing stopped, the ghosts became indistinct shapes, and the shapes became square columns. Then color came back. Orange stripes on the white columns, like the ones they have to signal danger.The girl moaned. She started to take conscience of her own body now. Still numb, she could feel the force of gravity pressing her back against a smooth surface. Then every other part of her body awoke. She tried to touch her face to shake away the remnants of drowsiness but she couldn’t move her hands. Her initial thought was that she was too weak, but when she turned her head, she saw the studded black leather shackles restraining her wrists. A lock dangled from each one, and they featured a metal loop through which passed a chain. The girl followed the chains down to her waist, where a similar looking belt locked her onto the table on which she laid. Another set of chains travelled from her wrists to her ankles, and were anchored at both ends to thick loops bolted into the table. She was laying at a forty five degree angle on a cushioned table, like the ones they use in hospitals, except that it was significantly wider and that there was no paper cover under her, just white leather. Her knees were bent at a forty-five degree angle and her feet spread apart, not unlike the position women adopt for delivery. Her forearms rested on the table, parallel to her body, with her hands slightly above her head. She couldn’t really lift her head without a sensation of suffocation so she assumed that her neck was caught into one of these bondage collars as well.At first she was merely surprised, then surprise quickly gave in to shock. She started to pull on her restraints without too much force, almost to convince herself that all this was just a dream. But the rattling sound of the chains was all too real. She pulled and pushed, squirmed a bit, only to realize how vain it was. The efforts washed away the last vestiges of sleep as blood started to rush through her body.Then the animal instincts kicked in. Fear first, followed by the will to escape, to survive. She yanked as hard as she could on the shackles, ignoring the pain, tried to arch her back, pushing on her legs, all the time shaking her head and screaming, but to no avail. The steel chains and sturdy leather could have restrained a strong man and she was weighting a mere hundred pounds. A few minutes of pointless struggle left the girl exhausted and panting, her eyes fixed onto the lights above her. Even though she didn’t have any strength left and she had stopped screaming, she was still very much scared. What was particularly terrifying was the darkness surrounding her. A couple of halogens lit the table from above, but the light traveled only a couple meters around her, revealing two square columns. It was like floating in a sinister void. Anything could have hidden in the shadows, only a few meters away.