It turns out the prospect of being tossed into a boiling cauldron is sufficient motivation for struggling, even when you are slung over a goblin's back! Dawn kicked and bucked until she put up such a ruckus that the goblin was defeated (or most likely reached its threshold for annoyance) and forced to sling her down. She allowed herself a moment to envision this being the first step in her vict...
2020-12-19 22:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post
Nice going, Dawn. NOW you've done it! The familiar phrase echoed inside her little blonde head as she found herself in a very precarious position. She was slung over the shoulder of some sort of ghastly creature... some sort of GOBLIN! And to make matters worse, her slender wrists were lashed together by scratchy ropes. Currently she was pounding against the brute's back, for all the good that ...
2020-12-18 22:00:02 +0000 UTC View Post
The blood rushed to Becky's head as she fought to maintain coherence. Her arms strained but a familiar scratchy sensation informed her that her wrists were bound behind her back. She let out a helpless frustrated groan but it came out...
"Mmmmmppphhhhhhnnnnnn!!!"
Of course I'm gagged, she thought. She shook her head trying to clear the mounting pressure pounding at her temples and b...
2020-12-17 22:00:02 +0000 UTC View Post
Rebecca Lillian Carter stepped out of the backseat of her Uber ride, then noticing she had almost forgotten her purse, reached in to snatch it up. And it's a good thing she did, because no sooner had she opened her mouth to offer her gracious thanks to the driver, did the tires squeal and the car jerked violently away from the curb, merging dangerously into the endless flow of traffic on the bu...
2020-12-16 22:00:02 +0000 UTC View Post
If you thought Miss Meadows was naturally good at running away from peril, think again! These things take practice. The air, and the head are clear on a Sunday morning. Fall is the perfect time to hit the pavement with that cute pair of running sneakers that you bought and have been dying to show off!
What do you mean you sleep in on Saturday mornings? Miss Meadows doesn't keep her girlish figure without a little bit of effort. Sometimes that means getting outside early on a crisp, cool Fall weekend. News stories are the only thing she chases!
For the rest of you, pour yourself a hot cup of coffee, savor the end of a long week, and enjoy a Saturday morning with Dawn Meadows!...
2020-12-12 13:00:03 +0000 UTC View Post
Does Daphne Blake really need ANY introduction? She's the original for me. The one. Everything was set into motion being introduced to her on the screen as a kid. There certainly would be no Dawn Meadows had I never discovered the original danger prone damsel.
It was inevitable that I would want to include an homage to my earliest inspiration. So here is to celebrating the sleu...
2020-12-10 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View Post
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing: Rebecca Lillian Carter aka Becky Carter. Miss Carter is the creation of the multi-talented ScottGrisham. Over on their Deviant Art page you can read a plethora of mystery tinged stories featuring Becky Carter and a gaggle of the other "Manchester Snoops" gang.
I say multi-talented, because ScottGrisham has added talented 3D artist to their alr...
2020-12-09 22:01:01 +0000 UTC View Post
Can Dawn Meadows wearing pants break the internet? Or maybe you could make her feel less self conscious and tell her she looks great? Either way, Dawn is just checking in to make sure everyone is ready for a colder season :)
2020-12-08 23:43:41 +0000 UTC View Post
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 b...
2020-12-07 22:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post
The scent. That scent. It was bothersome to breathe. Don't breathe. Don't! But the stranger kept the rag pressed against her face, and the long struggle to avoid breathing, the running away from reflex, repetition, and revitalization, resulted in the inevitable ravenously ruinous inhalation. That acrid scent flooding the nose, soaring through the body on the way to the lungs where the heady ove...
2020-12-06 22:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post
Emily stirred, but it was too late. He was upon her. All of his casual, reflective, savoring, and syrupy time delayed movements were replaced with viper fast reaction. Emily moaned as she stirred from her dream. She was experiencing a particularly perilous moment as she faced off against Tommy Hart... or was it Diana? Something worse? A turbulent whirlwind adventure that took her to the dizzyin...
2020-12-05 23:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post
The stranger's boots clapped against the hardwood floors as they stepped in out of the cold. The room was warm by unchecked fire blazing in the king's cobblestone hearth. And they would have felt it if not for the heavy black coat that adorned their body. The black pants, the black gloves, even the black knitted winter cap obscured them in mystery. But most of all it was their face. Their face ...
2020-12-05 03:11:36 +0000 UTC View Post
The room was bathed in the blue of nighttime battling the liquid orange of the firelight. The girl was fast asleep on the warmed up bed. Her short blue dress draped lazily over her slender body, with legs dressed in silky smooth sheer black pantyhose. One stocking foot tipped over the edge of the bed, her cute flats had been kicked off two pages into her book.
A cold wind blew ...
2020-12-03 22:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post
The sun finished its descent below the horizon, replaced by a pale white moon in the inky black sky. The orange and yellow flames danced in the fireplace, a constant hypnotic changing shape over the crackling wood. The glow bathed Emily's long reddish hair, exaggerating the deep shiny color. The heat of fire warmed the chocolatey pantyhose that glazed her long slender legs. It was becoming too ...
2020-12-02 21:08:07 +0000 UTC View Post
Emily enjoyed the warmth of the fire heating up the comforter on the bed where she lay upon her tummy. It was the perfect fall evening to catch up on some reading. Outside the air was cool, crisp, full of the promise of the coming of cold weather. But inside the Cottage, it was cozy and inviting. The sound of the cracking flames lulled her into a hypnotic trance as her green eyes traced over th...
2020-12-01 21:57:25 +0000 UTC View Post
I suspect this spirited and very adventurous girl needs no introduction. But if you happen to be new to her, Chelsea Pryce is the creation of the tremendously talented Vesper2D. Chelsea's origins, and a wealth of spectacular artwork by Vesper2D can be found at: https://www.deviantart.com/vesper2d
A long...
2020-12-01 17:26:36 +0000 UTC View Post
Dawn Meadows is famous for fickle fashion garments that glaze the gams of glamorous gals around the globe gloriously. If only she were more famous for her reporting! :) -The title of this render is an homage to the title of the very first website I ever remember encountering that centered around the celebration of feminine legwear. Imagine my delight at the time!
2020-11-30 02:25:54 +0000 UTC View Post
Hi! I'm Dawn Meadows. Thanks for your subscription to the Rose Tribune. You'll be able to follow my misadventures as an intrepid star reporter. And who knows, some of my familiar friends might show up along the way? Together we can fight for truth and justice. But we need to be careful. I don't want to let the bad guys get away with it. Or worse... get a run in my pantyhose!
2020-11-27 03:32:27 +0000 UTC View Post