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Archive name: watch1.txt (M+/F, nc, rp, intr, voy)
Authors name: The Watcher (Address withheld by request)
Story title : The Watch

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The Watch (M+/F, nc, rp, intr, voy)
by The Watcher (Address withheld by request)

***

A man buys a cheap watch and discovers it has the power 
to make him invisable to others.

***

Episode 1.

I had broken yet another watch, and living on my own, I 
found it one of those annoying accessories I could not do 
without. This time I decided I was not going to spend a 
lot of money on a replacement and remembered seeing the 
second hand shop down the road the other day. So I 
thought I would pay it a visit to see if he had a cheap 
replacement.

15 minutes later found me peering in through the shops 
grubby front window. Not a lot was to be seen from here 
so I thought I had better enter to see what was 
available.

The owner, a dour faced little man in a grubby T-shirt 
and trousers informed me that he only had one and it 
would cost œ15, did I want it ?. I told him that I 
thought it was usual for a potential customer to at least 
view the goods before purchase. He rather grudgingly 
produced the one watch that he had for sale.

It was nothing special, a round face, white with black 
roman numerals, three hands showing hours, minutes and 
seconds, no date and no back light, a single knurled 
winder and two small buttons, one either side of the 
winder, the whole thing was fitted to a plain brown 
imitation leather strap. I asked the man what the two 
buttons were for.

"No idea," he replied, "I only buy and sell second hand 
goods." Did I want it or not, as he had better things 
that waste time with me. So I bought the watch, only 
because I couldn't be bothered to go into town to find 
something else. I immediately placed it on my wrist, 
wound it up and checked the time, was the time correct?

I wasn't sure and looking around I couldn't see a clock 
with which to check it. I pressed both buttons a couple 
of times but they seemed to do nothing and not wanting to 
go back into the shop to ask "Mr. happy" I decided to 
wait until I got home and could ring up the talking 
clock.

In through the front door of my three bedroom detached 
house, left to me by my favourite uncle, grab the phone 
and dialed the numbers to check the time. Amazingly the 
watch was telling the correct time, even down to the 
second, maybe it wasn't a bad buy after all. Although I 
was still puzzled by the buttons on the side.

It was by this time early evening and I thought I would 
have my usual Saturday stroll down to town for a couple 
of drinks, eye up the local women, grab a burger or 
something, and then return home alone and frustrated.

I didn't think that I was a bad looking bloke, it was 
just that I seemed to have a problem talking to women. 
Maybe it was because I spent to much time on my own, even 
my office colleagues were friendly but not overly so.

Right, I thought, into the shower, clean clothes and then 
down the road. So up to the bedroom to dress. Standing in 
front of the mirror, I found myself playing with the 
watch buttons again and boy did I get the frightener of 
my life. As I looked up into the mirror, I found I was 
looking at a reflection of the bedroom, nothing strange 
about that you would think, but the shock was that I 
should be able to see myself, and I couldn't!

For what seemed like an eternity I stood there staring at 
the mirror staring at the place where my reflection 
should be. Whoa! I thought, what the hell is going on 
here? I moved over to my dressing table and picked up a 
comb and returned to the mirror where I could plainly see 
the comb floating around all on its own. What was 
happening to me, had I suddenly contracted some unheard 
of foreign disease? Stop, think! Where had I been, aha! 
The shop, the watch, what had I been doing? Playing with 
the buttons!

Carefully noting what I was doing, I pressed the top 
button and looked in the mirror again, no still just the 
floating comb. I pressed the bottom button and "presto" I 
was back. I pressed the top button again and I vanished. 
I looked in the mirror and then I noticed that the comb 
had also vanished and when I looked down, which I had not 
done before, I realised that I could see myself and the 
comb perfectly. This needed some further experimentation.

After about 30 minutes of playing with the buttons and a 
waste paper bin I made the following discoveries:

If I was holding the bin and then pressed the top button, 
the bin would also vanish along with me. And if I then 
put the bin down and walked away as far as the room would 
allow, the bin would stay invisible, although I could see 
it all the time. If I pressed the "vanish" button and 
then picked up the bin it would stay visible and look as 
though it were floating around on its own.

This was going to be fun.

A quick shower and change of clothes and 30 minutes later 
I was walking into town. No point in taking the car, I 
was going to have a few beers and did not want to risk be 
stopped. Hey what about going invisible and then driving 
the car? No, to risky, the car can be traced to me and 
then the secret of the watch might come out and that was 
the last thing I wanted.

I arrived at the bar to see the usual faces and after 
greeting a few I had come to know I ordered beer. I began 
to think what I could do first to try out the power of 
the watch, after all I had not tried to vanish in front 
of anyone and couldn't be sure that it would really work.

Finally, I decided the best thing to do was to go to the 
toilets, press the button, return, do something simple, 
gauge the response, and return to the toilets and press 
the "appear" button. I would have to be careful of people 
bumping into me when they couldn't see me.

I returned to the bar in my invisible state and realised 
straight away that people couldn't see. They walked 
strait at me and I had to do a bit of diving around to 
miss them. I walked over to the pool table were two guys 
were playing a game.

I stood beside the player and just as he was about to 
strike the white ball with his cue, I knocked the ball 
sideways. His face was a picture, he just stared 
dumfounded at the cue ball now resting six inches away 
against the side cushion behind the black ball.

His friend was laughing and telling him what a useless 
shot he had made, and no matter how much he protested 
that he didn't do it his friend wouldn't believe him.

Great, the watch worked, what to try next?

Now I guess my darker side started to surface. Standing 
at the bar was a couple, side by side. She was wearing a 
shortish skirt with knee length boots and a white shirt. 
I walked over and stood behind them. He was trying to 
persuade the girl to go back to his flat after a couple 
more drinks.

Carefully, and without touching her skirt I slid my hand 
carefully underneath and ran my forefinger along the 
crease of her bum over the top of her panties. She spun 
around like she'd been slapped, but seeing no one she 
decided it must have been her boyfriend. She obviously 
was not amused and threw her drink in his face, calling 
him a "sex fiend" and stormed off screaming that she 
never wanted to see him again.

I burst out laughing as it was so funny seeing him 
standing there wondering what the hell had happened. 
Remember, he didn't know what she had just experienced 
and he was now standing there looking in my general 
direction, as were a couple of other people.

I was obviously invisible but I apparently could still be 
heard, time to move on. I retreated to a dark corner and 
shifted, as I shall now call it, and upon returning to my 
drink noticed that the poor unfortunate dateless feller 
had gone, still I didn't care, it was about time someone 
else hadn't had their way.

As I sat with my drink listening to the two pool players 
arguing about the moving ball, I decided it was time to 
have some real fun. Some fun that I would enjoy. The sort 
of fun I had in mind I very much doubted would be enjoyed 
by the people I was going to aim it at, especially the 
female targets. Time to get my own back on some of the 
female population that had spurned my clumsy advances.

I was going to have to do some careful experimentation as 
there was no way I could risk getting caught as they 
would lock me away for a very long time and I would no 
doubt loose the watch. So I decided, no more drink, I 
would need to make sure I had a clear head.
I left the bar and wandered out into the street to see 
who was about, and seeing no one close enough to identify 
me I stepped into an alley and shifted.


I left the bar and walked past a few shop fronts to check 
for any sign of my reflection in the windows, nothing. 
Next I approached a bus stop where a lone woman was 
waiting and made careful inspection of her clothing. 
Without touching, I walked behind her and carefully took 
hold of the bottom of her skirt with both hands and gave 
it a quick sharp tug which pulled it down over her hips 
and down to her knees exposing her red satin panties and 
black lacy suspender belt with stocking tops.

She gave out a frantic scream and quickly bent over to 
pull her skirt back up. But at the same time, unknown to 
her, she was thrusting her bum out towards me who was 
standing behind her. I couldn't resist it and brought the 
flat of my hand down with a slap that could be heard 
across the street.

Her scream and the slap had caused people to come to her 
aid and I could hear her telling them that someone had 
tried to pull her skirt off and had slapped her on her 
cheeks of her bum, although she couldn't tell them who it 
was or where the perpitrater had gone. A few of the 
people started to look in shop doorways and I decided it 
was time to move on.

Although this was going to be fun I had at once 
discovered that because I could not be seen people would 
automatically, in most cases, scream or shout, which was 
not an ideal situation. I needed to devise a way of 
silencing people. I decided to return home now and plan 
some "adventures." I refrained from any serious contact 
on the way home and restricted myself to pushing a couple 
of drunks over a hedge into a garden and grabbing the 
tits of a girl waiting to cross the road. Boy did she 
freak out!

I stepped in to a shop front and shifted back to normal, 
not wanting any snooping neighbours to see my front gate 
and door opening without actually see the person involved 
in these actions. I got in, put the kettle on for some 
coffee and settled down to plan.

I found by experimenting, that if I shifted whilst 
holding any object, and then put that object down and 
shifted back, that although I was now visible the object 
I had handled stayed invisible and not even I could see 
it, until I shifted back again.

A devious plan began to form in my mind. I grabbed some 
wide carpet tape, some thin rope, cotton wool, scissors, 
and a small bottle of chloroform, now I was ready.

*

My first victim was about 5-ft 6-ins tall, long blonde 
hair and I would guess around a 38D bust size. I'd 
followed her for sometime, and although she kept looking 
behind her she couldn't see me, only sense that something 
maybe was not quit right.

I waited until she turned down a quite alley and then 
made my move. A quick dab of chloroform on some cotton 
wool, I walk up behind her and grab her round her slender 
waist. 5 seconds of struggling and she was out for the 
count.

First of I put some tape across her mouth which of course 
remained unseen but stopped her from crying when she 
regained consciousness. Then I folded her arms behind her 
back and with the rope I secured her left wrist to her 
right upper arm and her right wrist to her left upper 
arm. This caused her tits to thrust forward, which I 
liked.

She was wearing a plain blue button up blouse, a knee 
length skirt that also buttoned up the front to the waist 
and a pair of high heeled shoes. More investigation also 
found a white cotton bra and sensible red panties with 
tights over the top. Another quick sniff of the 
chloroform to keep her out and then I set to work.

Off with the shoes and tights, shoes back on, tights 
thrown away. Then I undid the blouse and cut off her bra 
revealing her nice tits with their great big round 
nipples. Then I used the scissors and carefully shortened 
her skirt to about 3" below her pussy undoing all the 
remaining buttons with the exception of the one at the 
waistband. I rolled the top of her panties down until you 
could just see the top of her pubic hair, which by the 
way was something to see!

Then I turned her over and pulled her panties into the 
crack of her shaply arse thereby fully exposing the 
cheeks of her bum. Then without buttoning it I tucked her 
blouse into the top of her skirt and made sure that it 
gaped open partially exposing her tits. Perfect! She was 
now ready.

She was starting to come round, so I pulled her to her 
feet and walked her towards the end of the alley. Her 
face was a picture, she couldn't say a word, nor could 
she free her arms, but to anyone who could see her she 
looked like some tart folding her arms behind her back 
and thrusting her tits out.

I didn't have to wait long until three big black chaps 
came along and as they drew level with the end of the 
alley I pushed her forward causing her to collide with 
them.

They started to swear at her and then did a double take 
when they saw what it was that had dared invade their 
space. "What you doin' white bitch?" One of the mem 
asked.

She of course was unable to reply, just making some 
muffled noises.

One of the men seeing the way she was dressed slipped his 
hand inside her shirt and gave her nipple a hard squeeze. 
Getting no complaints, just a pained looked, he pulled 
her shirt out of her skirt. These guys knew exactly what 
to do next and they bundled her into the alley where they 
pulled off her skirt and surveyed their "prize".

They wasted no time and immediately unbuckled their jeans 
ready for some curly action. I took this opportunity to 
carefully reach round and pull the tape from her mouth 
and cut the ropes securing her arms. She of course 
started to scream, which earned her a stinging backhander 
from one of the semi-dressed studs.

She went flying and ended up in a pile on the ground.
 
"One more sound bitch and I'll cut you," said one of the 
men producing a wicked looking switch blade.

She began to sob but the three men were too aroused to 
pay any attention her fear. The one with the knife walked 
over to her, dragged her to her feet and slammed her up 
against the wall, and with a deft flick of the knife he 
had cut through the left and right side of the waistband 
of her panties which then fluttered to the ground. He 
spun her around a then whipped the blouse up over her 
shoulders and down her arms.

She was now standing with her tits against the wall 
wearing only her high heals. The man proceeded to kick 
the inside of her right and left feet forcing her legs 
apart. She begged him to let her go, which earned her 
another stinging slap across her buttocks and a warning 
that if she didn't shut up they would carve up her pretty 
white face afterward.

The first man then pulled her feet away from the wall 
forcing her to support herself with her hands lest she 
fall over. He then took his big shiny black prick in his 
hand and without any warning pulled her arse cheeks apart 
and rammed all eight inches strait up her tight hole.

Her screams were almost exquisite to hear but they paid 
no attention to them. Instead the man atacking her 
clamped his hand over her mouth and began thrusting his 
long dark prick into her, grunting with each thrust until 
his body tensed and he emitted a long low groan, shooting 
his load into her.

It was obvious that he was done when he withdrew from her 
and picked up her blouse and wipping his prick with it. 
The next black man pulled her away from the wall and 
forced her down on her knees. He held the knife at her 
throat and told her to suck him off. He yelled at her 
that she better swallow it all other wise he would slice 
her tits off.

My victim was crying profusely now but the black men paid 
no heed to her. Her tormenter grabbed her by her hair and 
forced his prick into her mouth and down her throat. Then 
he yanked her head back and forwards until he too shot 
his load. Finished with her, he pulled his prick out and 
his come ran all down her chin and onto her tits but she 
just knelt there, totally traumatised.

The last man came up behind her and with his foot in the 
small of her back pushed her forward onto all fours. Then 
he knelt down behind her and without a seconds thought he 
buried his prick deep inside her cunt and began thrusting 
in and out of her.

It looked to me that the woman, despite all she had been 
through, was finding herself beginning to reach an 
almighty climax. I noticed realised then that she was 
thrusting herself backward on to his big black shaft each 
time he thrust into her. Then he gave a low grunt and he 
also deposited his load deep inside her.

When he was done, all three stood there zipping up their 
jeans looking at her still on all fours on the ground, 
They decided there was one final act to carry out and 
searching around they soon found what they needed.

They left her there, as did I, on her stomach with her 
legs tied to her arms, causing her legs to arch towards 
her head with a beer bottle stuck up her pussy. Her 
panties were shoved into her mouth as a gag and the 
waistband of her skirt around her eyes as a blindfold.

They did perform one small act of public service as they 
left the alley. On the wall our, in spray paint, the left 
a large notice. "White chick ready for fucking, walk this 
way and help yourself. All holes willing and able."

I wonder how many men had a go at her before the cops 
found her? I walked round the corner, shifted, and went 
home. I was throughly pleased with my first piece of 
work. Now I would have to plan something even better, 
something that would enable me to fuck some pretty young 
bird rigid without her consent...

Continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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