Reminiscing........Nick
Confession is good for the soul; and maybe, just maybe, my punishment might involve my nightstick. along with a far more enjoyable stick if i promised to be good... but not too good.
The Heartbreak Hotel - Remastered
The guard said pointing with his nightstick. "open cell number 126." he yelled to the guard station at the end of the row. slowly and with a sound like chains been rattled the door opened making room for one more.
For Better or For Worse chapter 7
I kicked open a door, my eyes dead set on a guard who ran at me with a nightstick.
Fallout:New origins
He was wearing a blue jumpsuit, darker than david's, a white police-type helmet and was brandishing a nightstick in a threatening way. "got you now you little bastard!" he yelled, and without warning swung his weapon wide.
School For Slaves Chapter 1
The other slaves just look away, not wanting to be reminded even more of their role, though they couldn't block out the sounds of my pained screams and the hits of the nightstick.
Old Dogs, Few Tricks: Walt Connally's Introduction
Walt gives his 6.8 inch pink nightstick protruding from his sheath a verbal lashing followed by a disappointing grimace. “no! stop that! don’t get any ideas, mister. that woman is no good, remember?”
A night down pouch.
He found himself grabbing his nightstick and heading towards the door as he picked up the keys to the main building.
Chasing the Devil
His nightstick.
That Your Sweet Love Hasn’t Died POST-CRASH
This drunken one was probably best to be observed afar, or at least with a team of specialists with nightstick standing by. hopefully victor and rory could handle him.
Yes Master
There wasn't always a door way to hide in when a patrol came and more then once meifeng was forced to make use of her tonfa to subdue the enemy. the less blood the better. the corridors seemed to wind and twist within the fortress.
Sneak Peek: Possum Prison Pussy - Part 4
Every punch, kick, and strike with a nightstick sent a wave of satisfaction through sylva. he was winning…finally winning at something.
An Odd Custom (Commission)
A nightstick? maybe a riding crop? if he weren't struggling to keep pace in his heavy gear, he'd have time to think it over. "stop." ashari froze at the command. hands grabbed hold of his head and shoved something into his ears.