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Topic: A Quiet Walk Home Chapter 1 Chapter 1I'm walking down the quiet street on my way home, as I do every night after work in the bar. I can feel that I'm being watched but every time I turn around there's no-one there. I stop and look around . . . still nobody to be seen. I can't hear anything, just a feeling of not being alone. I carry on walking and hurry my footsteps towards home, as I turn the corner I look back and just see a glimpse of something black moving in a doorway, then it disappears completely. I shiver and walk on quickly. I walk up the hill and round the bend where the path gets much darker; the light's been out for so long we are all fed up of complaining about it. I hear a noise behind me and swing round just as a hand clamps firmly over my mouth, I try to scream but can't . . . an arm holds me tightly against a firm body. A deep, masculine voice whispers in my ear "Don't struggle, do as you're told and it won't hurt as much. " What was he thinking of, of course I'm struggling .
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. kicking and wriggling to get out of his arms, why am I just going to stand here and do what he says for goodness sake!As I'm thinking this, his arm is tightening around me and his hand is pulling my head back against his shoulder until my head is bent right back and all I can see is the sky, the stars twinkling above me, he easily turns me and moves me across the street. I'm struggling against his hold but it makes no difference, he pulls me where he wants me to go. We go through the open door of the building opposite, and as we go through the door it closes behind us with a thud, followed by the final click of a lock as a key is turned. That sound penetrates my mind . . his hands are on me . . I can't see anyone else . . I'm still struggling but he is holding me easily . . but still the door closed and a lock was turned . . Oh god! there's someone else here too.
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I try to scream again but all that comes out is a squeak and a croak as the hand muffles my cries for help. The building is an old shop, boarded up now, unused. Suddenly it's filled with light and I can see the room as it's never been before. It's been changed into a room of horrors . . hooks and chains hang from the ceiling and the top part of the walls. He lets my head go from its awkward resting place and I can see wooden frames and bars standing against the walls and on the floor, tables standing along the wall with things laid out in rows, things I've never seen before, odd shaped bats, leather strips with balls attached, whips. I begin to shake in terror. My eyes scan further round the room and come to rest on the other side of the room and a woman standing near the door smiling at me. She's wearing a black leather basque and fishnet stockings with stilettos . . What is this place? Who is she? Why am I here? all run through my mind but I can't ask as the hand is still firmly over my mouth but all the time I'm still struggling. He manhandles me over to a frame in the middle of the room, it looks like an X made out of wood with leather cuffs of some sort on each of the prongs. As we get to the frame the woman joins us there and as he stands me against the cross facing it. The wood is slightly course against my skin as she secures me to it at the ankles .
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. . I don't make it easy for her . . . I'm still kicking and wriggling . . . and he has to put his body against mine to hold me against the cross as she shackles me to it. I can feel his hard cock against my backside as he holds me there. Once my legs are secure she takes one of my arms and secures that, and then the other . . . he now only has his hand on my mouth stopping me screaming . .
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. I'm shaking my head trying to gain some freedom . . . unsuccessfully. She moves away . . . from the corner of my eye I see her go to one of the tables where there are the leather things with balls on them . . . she comes back carrying one with a red ball . . . she's smiling.
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He pulls my head back just as she reaches us and before I realise what's happened the ball is in my mouth and the leather is secured tightly around my face, like a harness holding the ball tightly in my mouth. I try to scream . . but it's muffled . . . I shake my head, but it doesn't move. I'm trapped. My arms and legs securely attached in an open cross shape to the wooden X, it feels over 3 feet apart, uncomfortable, and silenced by a ball securely held in my mouth. The man and woman walk around me, and I see him for the first time as he stands in front of me through the gap of the cross. It's the man from the pub. The one who has been in for the last few weeks, chatting to me, asking me questions, wanting to know all about me. I look at him . . begging with my eyes to be let go, but all he does is laugh.
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"Well girl" he says "you said you liked adventure and that you wanted to learn more about yourself, you will tonight, and you'll love it" I shake my head, trying to tell them no . . but to no avail. They walk behind me and I hear rustling of clothes. Suddenly arms go round me and the buttons of my coat are undone, I feel a few tugs and the coat is on the floor . . . cut in half down the back. I'm stood in my work uniform, a black short skirt, black tee-shirt, stockings and shoes. The skirt is next, followed by the tee-shirt . . . leaving me stood in black bra and thong, stockings and shoes. Then it's the turn of the thong and the bra, off in a second. All the time I'm trying to shout, trying to struggle and escape.
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What's this all about . . . I know nothing about any of this . . I'm innocent, a virgin . . . I masturbate, but know that it's wrong . . . is this my punishment? I see the woman move to the table once again out of the corner of my eye, but this time I don't see what she comes back with. I feel them behind me . . .
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not knowing wheat to expect next. Then I feel hands on my back rubbing me with oil gently . . . like a massage . . they are her hands . . . soft gentle hands. After a few minutes I begin to relax a little, then I feel more hands .
. his hands . . they are on my backside, rubbing oil there round and round until I feel something rubbing against my anus and then "aaaggghhhh" I scream as something is pushed deep inside me in one stroke .
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. . wedging deep inside me. Filling me. "Sssshhhhhhh" he says "that's only a medium butt plug, I could have used a large one, you'll get used to it" My whole body is stiff with shock and pain, not knowing what to do as his hands rejoin her hands on my back, massaging, caressing me. The pain subsides and I just feel the fullness inside me. His hands leave me again and he walks away. Her hands continue on their path on my body, moving around my back, round the sides . . extending towards my breasts, ever extending their circles. He returns from wherever he's been as I feel the first curls of excitement in my stomach. Why am I feeling this. I only get that when I play with myself, when I rub myself . . what's happening to me? Is it the thing inside me? Is it her hands?He's stood behind me again and I feel his hands on my backside again, this time spreading my cheeks to give him access to me.
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I feel him slide something smooth and cold along my slit and then it starts to vibrate . . . oh my god!! Waves of pleasure wash over me as the vibrator moves slowly towards my clit and then back again before slowly being pushed into my wet slit, slowly pushing inside me . . vibrations moving deeper into me . . . the moans muffled by the gag as my knees begin to buckle beneath me as an orgasm washes over me. My cuffed arms my only means of support . . . his laugh echoing in my ears. "Enjoying yourself are you?" he asks. The next thing I know their hands are releasing the arm cuffs and ankle cuffs and I'm being carried.
I'm laid on a bed and again cuffed, but this time to the corners of the bed face up, still gagged. The man has the vibrator in his hand . . . smiling down at me as he lays it on my clit again before running it down my slit to steadily push it inside me . . I try to pull away but can't. At the same time I feel her bend over me and her lips capturing my nipple. Gently sucking on it, pulling it into her mouth and running her tongue around it before turning her attention to the other one and doing exactly the same to that one. I shake my head to say no . . . and she just laughs at me. "This is my time . .
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. you'll enjoy it" she says. She sucks hard pulling my nipple deep into her mouth, nibbling at it, grazing it with her teeth, and I feel a strange pull in my stomach at the same time. She releases my nipple and nods at him, he starts to move the vibrator in me at the same time . . . sensations flood over me . . I don't know where they come from first . . or most . . . her mouth pulling, sucking, nibbling my nipples or his fingers manipulating the vibrator inside me. I feel the trembling growing inside me .
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. the juddering beginning to wash over me . . unable to stop myself as I explode in an orgasm long and hard as I never had before. While still in its aftermath he removes the vibrator and she moves her lips to my throbbing clit and begins to lick me as he begins to gently flick my nipples with his finger then gently tap them. She moves her tongue smoothly, rhythmically up and down . . round and round, before delving inside me . . . while he still taps my breasts and nipples, getting harder in his movements. I orgasm again. . . unable to stop myself as her tongue works its magic on me.
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As I calm down they release my hands and ankles, I lay there too exhausted to move. A happy exhaustion. "So have you enjoyed yourself slut?" he asked "do you want to explore more of yourself?"
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