Captive Women holds two novellas:

“Nathan’s Circle” that was what the five young women called themselves, only half jokingly. They instinctively understood that they were bound to the man, inextricably drawn by the magnetic force of his powerful personality. And once captured, they were held in place by their shared addiction to the curious little sex toys he had devised for their exclusive pleasure. Nathan knew what it took to turn a girl on -- even by remote control!

“Breedlowe’s Obsession,” that’s what the old boys called it, most often followed by a nudge and a knowing wink. But they would never know, or even suspect, the lengths to which that obsession would be carried, once their former classmate had acquired the necessary wealth and considerable leisure to fully indulge his insatiable appetite for pretty girls.

Excerpt from: Nathan’s Circle

…as the tomboyish blonde slowed her pace into a more easy jog, she closed her eyes to better savor the cascade of pictures tumbling through her fervid imagination in the first blush of new-found arousal. Images of Midge, tied to a chair, directly facing the camera, her pale naked body looped with cords, green eyes wide with lively excitement as she was electrified by Nathan’s unseen hand. Midge in the throes of orgasm, her body shaking against the restraints, chest undulating, breasts jiggling wildly, as convulsive shudders racked her thin frame. Midge, tousled head thrown back, straining upward in the chair, clenching her small tight fists as she climaxed in response to a final, short bust of energy delivered by that unseen hand. And then there was long-legged Tamara: her long sinuous body totally nude and writhing on the carpeted floor. She had been blindfolded for some reason; hands tied behind her back. A pair of cords looped her haunches, tightly binding her naked thighs close together so as to increase the pressure on the little buzzing egg she held buried up her cunt.