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A NEW MARRY ANN IN THE ROPEVILLE HOTEL STORY [ part 1 ] Mary Ann was a perfect child. At twelve years old, she woke up on time, prepared herself for school on time, arrived back home on time, and did her homework on time. Said "Yes Thank you", "Please" "Sir, Mamma, If you like, etc." She played well enough with other children, but spent quite a lot of time in her room. As there were radios, a TV, stereo, and a relatively new computer complete with Internet access, one might understand. On teacher parent nights the teacher hardly had anything to say and hardly seemed to even know their daughter. But her parents were worried. Mary Ann was just too good to be believed. Was because she was adopted? But they had talked to her about that since she was old enough to understand. Maybe it was something she picked up on the Internet, her parents were quite computer savvy, but her Internet trail did not show any adult sites. But when she was away at dance class her mother reluctantly searched Mary Ann's computer and found her daughter's alter ego. She was writing and posting to an adult site, very well written, erotic stories about the adventures of a little twelve year old girl, also named Mary Ann, who was always put into harsh bondage situations and then photographed by her cruel step parents. The then sold these pictures to collectors. Mary Ann spoke with her mother as she sat in her bath. "Mom, I think I have run out of Ideas. It has been weeks since I published a new story" "Surely your incredible imagination can come up with new situations to put your alter ego in?" Her mother replied. "Scrub my back were I cannot reach it please. And I think it is your turn to do the dishes tonight. Mary Ann do them before you go over to over to that new friend Naomi. Is she Japanese? " Mary Ann frowned, obviously her parents were unconcerned with her writer's block. She had received a similar reply from her dad as he shaved that morning. "Yes mother, she just arrived at school Wednesday and sort of gravitated to me as kindred spirit. I thought "Kindred Spirit" was an odd term though. Anyway she invited me right out of the blue, to spend the weekend" Mary Ann told her probably otherwise occupied mother. As Mary Ann walked down the front walk and headed off to her new friends for the weekend, two pairs of eyes watched her go. "Do you think a weekend of Japanese rope bondage with that new girl at the Ropeville Hotel will recharge her writer battery. Do you think the rope bondage will leave anyb permanent marks?" Her father asked. "It certainly helped her feminine development last year. And I inquired about that. They carefully rotate the rope locations and timeing to reduce any marks. Her skin is used to bondage and I checked her all over this morning" Her mother replied. |