Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Beatrice Black on 10-05-2009, 02:26:53</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 02:26:53</strong>
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				Chris Green smirked as he walked through the underground parking lot. He'd even managed to use William's parking spot as he visited Julia this time.<br><br>He chuckled. If a man had a trophy wife, he should make sure she stayed properly shined. Julia was under thirty, like he was, and very happy to have a man pay her more attention than her husband did. She preferred the townhouse to the manor in the country... and not just because it made it easier for Chris to visit her.<br><br>Chris adjusted the cuff of his shirt and walked over to his Beemer. Checking his short brown hair in the mirror, he gave himself a smile. He doubted Will would even have missed him at the office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MercyfulFate</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 06:21:54</strong>
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				Will Barrett was loosening his tie as he pressed the button for the lower level of the parking garage, relieved to finally be able to get out of the office after a hectic day that didn't seem to end. Having his secretary not show up and subsequently be fired caused the workload to pile up, but it eventually got done.<br><br>He sighed, watching the numbers slowly tick away as he checked his watch. "7:30..." he muttered to himself as the bell for elevator finally sounded, reaching the lower level. Lifting his briefcase and moving his hand through his short blonde hair he walked out, his dress shoes clacking away on the pavement, headed towards his car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 16:09:52</strong>
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				Chris started his engine, rolled out of the parking space - and bounced in his seat as the front right tyre deflated suddenly.<br><br>"Shit."<br><br>And this day had been going just perfectly until now.<br><br>Getting out, he saw a sharp piece of metal, a torn-open drinks can, sticking out of the side. <br><br>He moved over to the trunk and retrieved the jack and the spare. He really didn't want Will to catch him here...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MercyfulFate</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 05:39:02</strong>
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				Walking through the sublevel of the garage Will sees a BMW pull out of it's space and stop suddenly. He squints, wondering what the issue is and if he knows the driver.<br><br>Closing the gap towards the vehicle, he tries to make out the occupant but is unable to. Will stops at the driver's side window and taps his wedding ring against the glass.<br><br>"Everything alright, or you need some help?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 05:45:51</strong>
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				Chris froze as he heard that voice. "Uh... no, no, just gotta put the spare on." He attempted to disguise his own voice, lowering it. He was aware that he probably sounded unconvincing, but he was desperate not to be seen.<br><br>He reached for his phone to call Will's, hoping - praying - that he'd left it in his car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MercyfulFate</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 05:57:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=36537.msg1873396#msg1873396">Quote from: Beatrice Black on 11-05-2009, 05:45:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Chris froze as he heard that voice. "Uh... no, no, just gotta put the spare on." He attempted to disguise his own voice, lowering it. He was aware that he probably sounded unconvincing, but he was desperate not to be seen.<br><br>He reached for his phone to call Will's, hoping - praying - that he'd left it in his car.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Will's deep blue eyes try to look through the frosted glass to see who it is. The voice sounds somewhat familiar, but he can't place his finger on it.<br><br>"Need me to call a tow truck for you or something?" He says as he reaches for his phone, realizing it must be in his car.<br><br>"Hold on a minute" he says, jogging to his Range Rover about a dozen spaces away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:00:51</strong>
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				"N-no, it's fine. It's on!"<br><br>Chris managed to slam the tyre into place with a sudden burst of panciked strength, dove into the car and started it up, leaving the jack behind as he went.<br><br>He clicked his phone off before Will could reach it to answer.<br><br>He tried to steady his breathing as he sped out of the carpark. "Oh God. That was way too fucking close..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MercyfulFate</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:05:15</strong>
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				Will stops about halfway to his car, and sees the plate on the Beemer as it speeds away. He knows the plate and who it belongs to, Chris...<br><br>"Well...what the fuck was that about?" Will says to himself, trying to reason why Chris would be here at his building. He sees the jack on the ground where the tire marks begin and picks it up, still confused and heading to his apartment door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:09:19</strong>
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				As Will enters, he can hear the shower running. <br><br>The bed is made, and a little black dress lies on it, with a pair of black patent pumps and a full set of silk lingerie waiting as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MercyfulFate</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:11:42</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=36537.msg1873451#msg1873451">Quote from: Beatrice Black on 11-05-2009, 06:09:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As Will enters, he can hear the shower running. <br><br>The bed is made, and a little black dress lies on it, with a pair of black patent pumps and a full set of silk lingerie waiting as well.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Will drops his briefcase, tie and jacket on the rather opulent sofa nearest the door. Walking towards the bedroom he hears the shower, figuring his wife must be inside.<br><br>Walking towards the closet he sees the dress, pumps and lingerie on the bed...did his wife go shopping recently? Crossing his arms he begins to wonder why Chris was here, and if it's somehow connected to the items on the bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:19:13</strong>
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				The water stopped, and Will could hear Julia moving inside the bathroom.<br><br>Looking closer, he realised he had seen this dress once or twice before, when taking her out to dinner. He could not recall any plans for this evening, though...<br><br>Just then, his wife stepped into the room, wearing her thick white bathrobe. She blinked, then smiled. "Hello, darling... you're home something like on time. Which is early for you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MercyfulFate</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:21:29</strong>
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				Will turns towards her, arms still crossed and a suspicious look with more than a hint of anger behind his eyes.<br><br>"Yeah...I am. Guess who I saw down in the parking lot? I bet you know."<br><br>He takes a couple of slow, deliberate steps towards her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:24:16</strong>
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				"The security guy?" she replied warily, her body tensing. "Anyway, I was thinking we could go out. We haven't done that in weeks, and, ah, I love being out and about with you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MercyfulFate</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:27:04</strong>
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				"The security guy?" He says, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.<br><br>Will drops his arms to his side, deciding to not question her further now as she'd surely dodge the issue and lie. Perhaps he could catch her, and know for sure.<br><br>"Absolutely we could go out. Have any place in mind?" His tone notably cheerier in an attempt to lure his wife into a false sense of security.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught And Captured (Beatrice Black and MercyfulFate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:33:03</strong>
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				"LeSaud?" She suggested the excellent French restaurant on the central boulevard of the upscale shopping district.<br><br>"You can always get us in there. Please? Gimme an excuse to get dressed up for you..."<br><br>He let her soft blonde curls swing in damp waves.<br><br>"You know you love that."
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