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(MF, nc, rp, oral, anal, bd) *** It's amazing how some opportunities present themselves when you are least expecting them. Sitting at the traffic lights I felt the impact as the car hit my Taxi from behind, it can't have been travelling fast because I barely rolled forward. The sound of the crash always appears worse than reality but as I slipped off my seat belt and opened the driver's door I was still expecting the worst. Just about ready to launch into a foul mouthed tirade I looked up and noticed the other driver by the orange glow of the street lamps. Late teens, early twenties, jet black hair to the shoulders. She was of slim build but with ample sized breasts, her long legs had her at a height of around 5'10." It was what she wore I noticed more as I scanned the very minimal impact of the accident to the front of her C Class Mercedes; I was guessing she wasn't the owner. Long legs were accentuated by High Heeled Black knee length leather boots, fish net tights or stockings, and a short pleated red, black and white tartan mini skirt. Her toned midriff and cleavage slightly exposed by a tight fitting black top that was covered by a short style black denim jacket, she also wore some kind of fish net gloves over her hands. Her face was heavily made up with bright red lipstick and dark eye makeup, whilst visually impressive she seemed ill at ease at not accustomed to this fashion, something was too unworn and new about her look. As I knelt down and surveyed the crack to the rear bumper of my car and the broken light on the driver side rear she spoke and her voice almost seemed to betray her at once, her accent slightly too upper-class for her vampish appearance. "Oh my God" She said, hand to her mouth in shock "I didn't see you...I mean I couldn't stop. I, I, and I just ...what can I do?" "Calm down" I replied as I opened the car boot and took out a torch. "Let's assess the damage before we decide what to do." "What's your name?" I asked. "Jenny." "Where you from Jenny?" "Grove Court Lane." I knew the area, affluent city workers houses, large 5 to 6 bedrooms with a double garage and most likely a pool on a leafy avenue, looking at the damage I guessed it wouldn't be too much money to put right. Insurance would cover this "My Mum's Car, what have I done...what have I done, Oh my God I'm going to be late as well." I stepped toward her putting a hand on her shoulder she was shaking, "Listen the damage doesn't appear to bad. Couple of hundred pounds on the insurance and a paint job for your car, they make them sturdy and you didn't hit me too hard" "Insurance," Jenny bleated. "It's not my car my Mum's... it's my Mums car. I haven't even got a license." Tears welled in her eyes. Shit, no insurance no license this was gonna get difficult, the look on my face must have said it all. Jenny looked up at me from the heavily made up eyes and put on what I presume was her best innocent or knowing these rich suburban girls her Daddy can I have some money expression. "I can get you money... Please anything, name a price... we can go to a cash point." I was right but it was then that I caught her breath in my nostrils, the unmistakeable smell of vodka on her breath I stared deep into her and pushed forward my face close to hers, she stepped away towards her car. "Have you been drinking?" "NO!" She retorted immediately edging closer to her open car door, it wasn't late around 9:30 but there was little other traffic around. I pulled her aside; she stumbled in her heeled boots. Leaning in through the driver's door of her mother's Mercedes I spot on the passenger seat a half empty bottle of Smirnoff Vodka. Grabbing it I hold it to her face, she looks worried from below her straight dark fringe, "Then what's this?" I demanded. "I...I don't know...it... it must have fallen out of the shopping earlier." "And got your Lip Stick around the neck of the bottle?" I again thrust the bottle at her "Your in the shit love, drunk driving, no license, no insurance...give me one good reason not to call the police right here, right now." I had a good reason but needed her to play into my hands. Now extremely emotional a tear ran down her cheek "Please, please don't...please don't call the Police. Like I said I can get you money...let me call my Dad" she fished a mobile from her jacket pocket. "I can get you money, anything" I snatched the mobile. "You're not calling anyone, you stupid fucking... do you know how much shit you are in." My blood was boiling this little rich girl honestly thought she could buy her way out of trouble. "That car is my livelihood, my income." I over exaggerated. "Now it's trashed by some drunk little rich bitch dressed like trash on a night out... money is not the question here. Your lot, the spoilt brat pack think money solves everything." "What...what...what can I do?" She mumbled her voice breaking after my verbal attack. Still she stood there though hands on hips in a confrontational stance, staring at her and her impressive frame I scanned my eyes from her boots upwards pausing to take in her breasts heaving as she breathed heavy. I then found myself staring into her pale eyes, mascara beginning to show signs of running "I'm in trouble what do you want me to do?" she pleaded. I knew exactly what I wanted her to do, would she do it. My pulse raced I leaned in closer, could I make her submit, make her do what others had come close to doing since that unforgettable night nearly 12 months ago. I was stood right up to her now and I lowered my head to her shoulder and whispered in her ear issuing my instructions. "You can get in your car, drive around the corner where there's a Car Park. You park up. I'll follow you. Then you get in the back seat of my car and we'll discuss the rest on route." I raised a finger to her mouth smudging her heavy lipstick slightly, I lifted the mobile and dialled two 9's "If you don't there's an easy answer. If you do ...and I think you should, then I think you know what's occurring here and you agree to my suggestion." She attempted to speak but perhaps in fear, perhaps in amazement at what she was being asked she floundered and for the first time in the last 5 minutes words escaped her. "By the way I have your number plate and your Mobile, You think about pulling any stunts and I'll call in a Hit and Run... that'll only add to your charge sheet...bring the Vodka if you want" I slung the bottle in through the open drivers door onto the seat. Calmly I turned climbed into my car and closed the door on her. She stood there for several minutes shaking her head as I watched in the driver's side door mirror. Eventually she climbed into her Mother's Car started the engine and gently pulled away from the curb, the drink was hardly impairing her. I kicked over my engine and followed as she set off from the traffic lights. The Car Park was signposted in 200yrds. Would she pull in? Would she flee? Her left side indicator flashed on and she turned left into the abandoned Car Park. As her mother's Mercedes pulled into an abandoned space I pulled up some distance behind her and put my lights on full beam to illuminate the whole area, she could still make a run for it, although with the heel those knee boots probably not that fast. I rung option 5 on my speed dial, the call was answered in 2 rings. That's Customer Service. "High View, what you need" Came a voice over the line. "I need a special," I replied "Got a little number with me." "Well, were busy can't promise the Penthouse" "This bitch could do with slumming it anyway, make sure the welcome basket is in the room I'll be there in 15." "Okey Dokey...usual commission." "As ever," I replied, ending the conversation. I looked up just as Jenny opened the driver's door and stepped out. As her first long leg extended into the car park I could see that in an enhancement to her stunning knee boots those fish nets were stockings after all. I gripped the steering wheel as she approached. Clutching the bottle of Vodka her head was down to avoid the bright lights and eye contact she had a natural sway that appeared emphasised in killer boots. As she passed my door I could hear the click clack of her heels on the concrete ground. The back passenger door opened and she slid in to the seat over my left hand shoulder, crossing her legs to reveal another glimpse of stocking top. I set the doors and windows to auto lock trapping her effectively for the time being. A Perspex shield preventing her from getting to me as it had so many drunks on a Friday night before. Exiting the Car Park we drove in silence for several miles, looking to all intents like a taxi with a fare. Glancing back I could see the concern on her face as we passed out of town Take Aways and Pubs before leaving the Town Centre and heading towards the suburbs, this was a rougher out of town district than the one she was accustomed to. I clicked on the intercom and switched on the light in the cab. "Where were you going tonight Jenny?" She turned her head away, pulling her unnaturally straight black hair as best she could across her face and staring out the window. "You ignoring me?" "Jenny...Jeneeeee!" "Where are you fucking taking me and what fucking for?" she spat back viciously "Now listen Jenny, you got yourself in this. I'm offering you a way out, you can take it or you can suffer the consequences if I turn you in, I'd say you're looking a pretty big fine, a ban from driving and potentially a 2-3 year prison stretch for what you've done... paying wasn't an option... not with money... all I was trying to do there was find out more about you?" She turned to face him "What if I don't cooperate...what if I don't bow down to your sick depravity..." "SICK, DEPRAVITY!! Jenny all I'm offering you is an opportunity to pay back the wrongs you've done. Sex that's all, Straight Sex...you asked what you could do. In an hour's time I'll drive you home and for the sake of a quick screw you can get on with the rest of your life... Submit yourself and I'll have what I want you'll have what you want to get on with rest of your life." Contemplating what I had just put to her she turned to face back out the window, several minutes of silence passed, I wondered if she expected me to pull the car into a dark back road at any time and look to fulfill my desire of her over the back seat of the cab, I had other plans. "The Snake Lounge," she said breaking the atmosphere "The Snake Lounge is where I was heading tonight" I knew the venue, tended to avoid it too many heavy drinkers and far too much trouble for the price of a Taxi Fare for me to bother with. It explained her outfit at least; the outfit was par for the course. "Doesn't seem your scene," I said. "My Friend...My Boyfriend was playing with a band there, they're called Lifetime. He'd got the Gig last minute, rung me and said to get down there..." she toyed wistfully with the short Tartan Skirt ."..Thought I'd surprise him" As she said this reaching up she pulled at her Hair, and removed a jet black wig, beneath she had short blonde hair in a short bobbed style cut close to and accentuating her long neck, the makeup seemed even more unnatural, stark against her pale skin and fair hair. "You're full of surprises," I said. As I rounded a corner my destination lay at the end of the street, The High View Bed and Breakfast the large faded sign on the drive read. I pulled the car into the drive and switched off the engine. "Ready?" I said looking back over my shoulder at her, "I'll be gentle." "You fucking better be," I heard her mutter as I climbed out. Walking around the Car to her door I unlocked it. She stepped out next to me. Grabbing her left arm I pulled her close and begun walking towards the entrance; she still carried the Vodka bottle in her right hand. I took the bottle and slipped it into my jacket pocket. The reception of the High View was no better than the exterior promised, damp smelling and with the lingering odour of stewed food I saw the repulsion on her face. Still she walked with me as we approached the front desk. The desk manned by a short dirty looking man, overweight and with heavy stubble across his grimy face, amusingly he wore a name badge 'FRANK'. His eyes were all over her. "Not a word," I whispered to her pulling her closer by the arm. "I rung for a reservation earlier Frank," I kept contact brief and slipped a roll of notes to him. "So you did, only one room left afraid... Room 5 end of the hall way First Floor." He handed a key with a large wooden key fob embossed with the number 5. Turning on the spot I pulled her with me towards the stair case behind us, half way up the first flight of steps Frank no doubt having had an eyeful of boots, stockings and the cusp of Jenny's arse called out ; "She isn't a Whore is she, a Hooker, a Prostitute... my manager doesn't approve you see." I felt her tense and digging my fingers into her arm squeezed it tightly, she wanted to protest, and she'd been insulted, her mouth dropped open as she froze on the spot. "No," I quickly interjected. "Nothing like that." Frank chuckled as he turned his back on us Continuing up stairs at the end of the corridor I turned the key in the door, there were 2 other rooms on this floor behind 1 door came the giveaway sound of a bed creaking, low muffled moans further confirmation of the illicit nature of what the rooms occupants were up to. I turned to look at her; tears welled in her eyes for the first time since the accident. She snivelled and wiped at her eyes and nose with her fishnet gloved hands "I am though aren't I," she whimpered. "You are what?" "A Whore selling my body for a price, look at me, and what I am going to do" She had accepted what I had proposed, for the first time I was certain. It was never usually this easy it has to be said. That's why perhaps as I stepped into I the room, looking back at her from the door way I presented her with an opportunity that I have never before given. "Decision is yours, turn and walk or do what I want." She never said a word as she entered the room, crossing the threshold. I flicked the universal light switch on all the lights, lighting the main light, 2 side lights and a lamp. Room 5 was sparsely decorated; dark green walls a dirty blue carpet. There was a Wardrobe, a Dressing table on which sat the lamp, this had a bench seat. On the far wall from the door and wardrobe was a large double bed covered with a burgundy blanket. A single wooden chair stood where a bedside table would have been better placed. The Curtains, which surprisingly matched the bed, were closed over what appeared to be a floor to ceiling window to the left of the bed. Mirrors hung on 2 walls and on the wardrobe. A dated picture of a Horse hung over the bed. On the bed was a zipped sports holdall. Wiping her tears away further Jenny passed me and stood at the edge of the bed taking in the dirty damp room, almost as if imagining what would happen and where. I made to lock the door and fix the security chain across it. I hung my jacket on the Coat hook on the back of the door. Retrieving the Vodka bottle I held it out for her. "Drink." She snatched the bottle removed the cap and swigged heavily. I snatched the bottle back. "Steady on" I said "I need you conscious at least." She looked at me and I stared at her by the light of the room for the first time able to fully take her in, and knowing what I was about to do to her. "Take off your jacket" I demanded rather than asked, "Let me see you." Defiance ran across her face at my tone. "NOW!" I barked. Tentatively she slipped the black denim jacket off her shoulders without further protest. Under the Jacket she was black vest top that did not reach the top of her skirt and exposed her naval. She dropped the jacket onto the bed. The vest did not cover a red bra underneath it, its straps holding up tits that were well rounded, the fish net gloves she wore extended to her elbows. Taking her in fully for the first time I could see that while well highlighted by the posture her boots provided her legs were shapely and almost athletic... under any other circumstances I would love to have them wrap around my waist. That I didn't think that was going to be an option tonight. She could see me staring and as I felt my cock stiffen beneath my jeans, now so close to what I had really wanted the moment I set eyes on her as she'd stood trembling in front of that Merc only an hour or so ago. The intent on my face must have been obvious. "Please" She whispered turning to look at the bed ."..do what you want, I want get this over with." "Absolutely," I said pulling her into me, my now bulging crotch pressed against her. I felt her shake with fear and perhaps repulsion. "Tell me that given your options you want this." "Tell you..." "Yes" I said taking her hand and leading her to the side of the bed her back to the window, the heels of her boots echoed throughout the room. "I ...I ...I can't." She looked away as I unzipped my fly, reached down and pulling my boxer shorts down at the waist band and exposed my penis. I sat on the bed her stood now over me. I looked up "Say it 3 simple words." "I ... I... can... I want this," she whispered hardly audible. "Again," I mouthed as she looked down at me. "I want this," she was choked, it was gratifying and I needed to hear her soft, upper-class tones utter this pushing the subject making her submit I asked silently a third time. "I want this," she stated, I watched her as she bit her lip and looked almost coyly at me not wanting to have to ask again but wanting, sensing now that to comply would be the quickest way to end what was about to happen. "You'd better get on your knees then," I demanded of her. She knelt on the stained dirty blue carpet one knee at a time, arms limply to her side having used the bed on which I sat to support her as she lowered her head level with my now erect waiting penis. She knelt back on her booted legs the skirt rising around her waist slightly; the tops of her stockings fully exposed, red detail matched the rest of her slut like outfit. Taking her hands I placed them on my knees "I think you know what to do next," I grinned at her. With minimal delay but an almost inevitable look of resignation she slid her gloved hands down the tops of my legs and took my girth in both of her hands. Slowly she lowered her head towards my crotch I would have preferred eye contact but that was soon forgotten as her lips pursed and timidly almost gently she ran her mouth over the tip of my enlarged penis. Her hands ran parallel to me and her arms stretched out across the bed sheet behind me as she lowered her head further and further down taking in as much as she possibly could. My cock fully penetrating her young mouth her head in my lap. At first it appeared that she had forgotten what to do, as she momentarily rested her head, the thought ran through my mind she had never sucked cock. Then her tongue sprung into life and she began working my manhood sucking hard and bobbing up and down. After several minutes constant tongue action she began to quicken her stride and suck harder, Jenny apparently knew what she was doing. I slapped the palm of my hand down onto the back of her neck and grabbed at her short hair style pulling her head back she made eye contact for the first time, she sucked hard again, the sensation and the look on her face with my cock sunk into that delightful little mouth was almost enough to have me cum there and then. "Easy," I said. "I said, I'll control if you don't mind." I placed the palm of my hand on the back of her neck and began guiding and controlling her action, at first there was resistance but as I applied more pressure she subsided. Her short hair style resulted in some lack of control, unlike one of more recent conquests who had worn her hair in a pony tail, which resulted in the ultimate control. After 5 minutes or so I could feel by balls tighten as I approached climax. Jenny's silence had resulted in prolonging my ejaculation but her compliance and style made amends I thought. I began to speed up my control over her bobbing head and she complied by sucking and tonguing harder at my shaft. My guess was that Jenny believed if I blew my load now she could expect a speedy conclusion to the situation in which she found herself. I pulled her head back by what hair I could grab and she gasped, sensing what would happen next. I stood and began wanking my erect cock, slightly red at the base from Jenny's bright red lipstick. "Open wide; I wanna see you swallow this." "No please god no," she begged. "Please don't make me taste it." I yanked her head back again, as she reached out and pushed me away, fortunately I stood my ground and kept my grip on her she flailed as I felt my juices ready to explode managing to get her to face me I unloaded an explosion of white oozing cum all over her neck that splashed down between the top of her cleavage that was exposed by the black vest top. A small amount ran down the shaft of my cock which I ran off onto my finger. Jenny looked up at me with disgust, disgust at what she had just done and what I had tried to do. It was not nice to be refused. She made to wipe her neck and breast. "LEAVE IT!!" I hollered, and held out my fingers running wet with my own juice. "Leave it and taste this...you posh little bitch." "No...no..." She protested. By the neck line of her vest I grabbed her and pulled her to her feet, the cum on her tits liquefying and seeping down the front of her vest and bra, she stared at me defiantly. I ran my still wet fingers across her firmly closed lips. "Taste that or its not gonna go well for you from here on." Jenny meekly ran her tongue over her lips, looking disgusted as she did so. "Vodka," I said picking the bottle from the bed. Jenny refused to drink further. Standing there consciously pulling her skirt straight and then idly tugging at the hem of her vest top attempting to cover her perfectly toned stomach. "I knew you couldn't be relied on" I said as much to myself as to her as I walked around her and picked up the holdall from the bed. Thumbing the zipper I glanced up at her, again the now familiar hands on hips defiant stance. "Should I be apologizing," she said argumentatively. "You should think carefully how you behave" I stated, staring into her pale blue eyes. Unzipping the holdall I reached in and took out a pair of steel handcuffs, I threw them at her "Now put these on." "Wh...What... no, you must be joking "Her composure waivered and she nervously laughed almost not believing the request. "This is over... I'm leaving right now, you can't do this to me, I sucked your cock, I tasted you're cum... that's pay back, now let me go...I won't say a thing, I ...I promise." She continued pleading, "Let me go." "No chance," I said. "I've only just begun with you, this is just the start... cuff yourself." From the sleeve of my jacket I slipped a 5 inch knife keeping my arm at my side hand turned inwards the blade protruded in the palm of my hand "Do it now." "No...No oh my god, please...please don't," a tear rolled down her face as she held the cuffs in front of her "I can't, I can't do this" Yet even as she protested subconsciously or through fear I saw her slip the clasp of the cuff over the fish net glove on her right wrist and fastened it tightly. As she awkwardly placed her free left hand into the cuffs she looked up at me. "Why are you doing this?" "You had your chance and didn't take it rich bitch" I watched as she pulled the cuffs tight, her hands now restrained in front of her. I discreetly stowed the knife back into the cuff of my jacket. I walked towards her as she faced me standing in front of the burgundy floor to ceiling curtains her cuffed hands held across her waist. Reaching to her left I pulled at the cord that opened the curtains she looked back to see that rather than a window behind the curtains there was only a further wall. I only guess in surprise she audibly gasped. She couldn't failed to have noticed that affixed to the wall were a number restraints and harnesses. Before she could act and was still dazed by the impact I grabbed her around the waist and slammed her back against the wall winding her , to my benefit, temporarily at least immobilising her. Acting quickly I pulled her cuffed wrists high above her head and at arm's length hooked the cuffs onto one of a row of hooks that were bolted an inch or so apart in a vertical row near the top of the wall. Looking down I could see that even at full stretch her booted feet, although only just, remained on the floor. Reaching her waist and midriff I pulled the first restraint around her, effectively a corset held securely to the wall that strapped around her body pining her further to the wall. She began to struggle now as air filled her lungs; her body and her arms though were stretched tight and held firm to the wall. Dropping to my knees in front of her I positioned her ankles at a spreader bar that was bolted at its centre point to the lower part of the wall. Its restraint mechanisms working in the same manner as hand cuffs before Jenny could realise what was happening I had the clasps firmly fitted over the ankle of her left Boot and then secured the right. Her fishnet covered legs now spread-eagled and as firmly secured to the rest of the wall as she was. "Fuck no, what are you doing," she protested, despite its well pronounced public educated accent I was tiring of her voice "Let me down you cunt, let me go." I stepped back once again able to view my prize, somewhat amusingly framed by the lank curtains that hung on the wall either side of her. Still dressed in the way that I'd met her my spoilt little rich girl looked to all purposes like the cheap worthless whore on who I'd always expected to be the first stood now helpless before me in these devices. Returning to the bag I removed 2 more items, approaching the now helpless Jenny she attempted desperately to see what I next had in mind. "Please..." She begged as reached my hands around her neck. "Please...noo...please." I fastened the wide posture collar around her elegant long neck her short blonde hair just spilling over the rear of the collar, symmetrically cut her hair fell longer at the front I noticed for the first time, as her head was now held firm to attention like the rest of her body. Her pale blue eyes outlined with heavy dark makeup stared into me as she spat in my face. Resisting every urge not to hit her hard across her face I lifted to her eye level my final toy. Her eyes widened as she recognised a ball gag. "This makes sure you won't try that little trick again. Look its red... matches your slut costume," I mocked. Every muscle in her body attempted to break free from where she was held to the wall in this run down hotel room, as I threaded the straps of the gag through her hair and around the back of her head. Every part of her body thrashed at her restraints but her mouth remained tightly shut refusing to betray her. I positioned the ball against her lips, the once bright red stark lipstick had now all but smeared away, mostly over the girth of my cock I reminisced as I thought back to what had been an expertly delivered blow job, just a pity I wasn't going to find out if this little slut fucked as expertly – not of her own will anyway. Stood close and facing her with one hand over Jenny's mouth, the ball of the gag positioned ready I stroked down the side of her face over the neck collar over her exposed cleavage, my cum now dried on her skin. As my hand passed her left breast I caressed and squeezed the ample rounded globe for the first time the bra held her breast firm but at her young age I would guess that that even removed of underwear both her breasts would hold pert and firm – something I planned to discover in time. For now my hand ran further south over the corset fixing her to the cold damp wall and over the waist band of the loose tartan mini skirt. Running my hand down her thigh as I came to the hem of the small pleated skirt my hand slipped under it. Legs held apart and at the same time held down by the spreader bar she attempted to bring her knee up but was unable. "Ssssscchttttuuuuuuppp!" She protested through her still clamped tight mouth, as my thumb now toyed with the outline of her satin underwear. Cupping my fingers over the front of her briefs I pulled with force and the flimsy item tore from her body Snapping free its elastic dug into her thigh and arse "Shiiit! Fuck noooooo!" were the last words she uttered as I slammed the ball gag into her mouth which had finally betrayed her. Dropping the now worthless scrap of material that had covered her modesty to the floor I secured the gag tightly around her head. Through muffled cries and wide eyes Jenny continued to attempt to plead with me. Stood in front of her admiring her peril I watched as her eyes darted left to right, there was still defiance etched on her face her mouth distorted around the red ball of the gag as she quietened. Occasionally she would test her restraints pull downwards with her arms attempt to bring her shoulders forward or move her legs but all in vein. I removed my jacket and slung it over the seat next to the bed. I saw her scan my powerful frame. I wasn't heavily built but I looked after myself flexing my arm muscles and puffing out my chest I leered at her "Ready to play?" Suddenly a foreign sound echoed through the room, a mobile rung one of the real tone tunes, a fast paced dance number, as it rung again I returned to my jacket, taking Jenny's mobile I had forgotten about this. The caller display on the pink coloured flip style phone flashed "GREG." I could see her looking "Who's Greg?" I asked. "Mruuuughgghboyyyhfreettt" she tried to speak through the ball gag. "Lover boy," I mocked. "He wondering where his little slut got to no doubt." The phone continued to ring, again although knowingly impossible Jenny wrestled in her restraints. I flipped the phone open and hit the answer button. "Hey babe where are you..."Came another upper-class voice over the phone, ."..you missed our set we were awesome." "Awesome" I replied. I could see the look of desperation in Jenny's eyes as I paced in front of her the phone pressed to my ear "Hey man, who the fuck are you?" Greg's I now realised wannabe American Accent blurted out, "Where's Jenny?" "You know Greg, Jenny's been with me tonight... told me all about your rock band delusions how you never take care of her," I goaded. "Let me speak to her," Greg demanded. "Jenny's a little tied up at the moment, can't come to the phone... don't worry I'm about to take care of her." As she stood tethered to the wall Jenny began to scream through the gag and thrash as hard as she could at her restraints. "What's that noise?" a now increasingly frantic Greg enquired. "That's your Jenny about to experience the time of her life," I mocked and immediately cancelled the call. "Uuuuuuuuffuuufkinnncuuuunntttt!" Jenny screamed as I made to power down the phone. Just as I was about to a thought struck me. Stepping back I searched the phones applications and switched on the camera setting. Ensuring that I managed to get all of her in the photo I captured an image of Jenny trussed and spread-eagled against the wall , gagged in her knee boots, fish net stockings, short skirt and skimpy top. I smiled as I viewed it, attaching the photo to an SMS message; I typed and talked out loud; GREG THIS IS WHAT U R MISSING OUT ON. LUV JEN. X Adding in a telephone number to the message I hit send. Guessing what I had done Jenny began to frantically protest once again; I powered down the phone and flung it across the room. "Where were we?" I said as I stepped back up to Jenny. There was fear and resignation on her face now looking up her fists remained clenched. Whatever it was I was about to do, Jenny had realised she was merciless to stop. "I think I've been flirting long enough." I knelt in front of Jenny knowing due to the limitations enforced by the neck collar she could no longer see me. Placing my hands just above her ankle restraints on the back of her calves I caressed her booted legs, I've always had a thing for knee boots and felt myself harden as I continued running my hands up the rear of her legs past the knee and lingering on the backs of her well toned thighs, her muscles tightening as I progressed my hands over her. The rough texture of her fishnet stockings felt good against her firm legs and then the soft lace like top served as a prelude to the first touch of skin as both my hands ran around the front of her thighs and I lifted tartan skirt with my thumbs. My eyes now level with her exposed vagina, the nature of her leg restraint parted the lips of her slightly, and her mound was perfectly formed and was clean shaven. The thought couldn't help cross my mind as to how many had been here before me? Had Greg? I leant forward and extended my tongue, sliding my hands around on to her toned butt cheeks I clasped them hard as I pressed my tongue against her, I felt her stiffen in her restraints as I begun lapping at her opening. She tasted divine. Moving hands swiftly around to assist Jenny let out muffled whimpers as I parted her lips further and rimmed the inside of her. I could hear her wrist restraints pull hard at their clamp, felt her legs and lower abdomen attempt to escape my intrusion. For several moments I knelt there tasting her clean little cunt while she struggled above me. As I lapped my tongue darted across her clit and occasionally I felt her involuntary quiver as I lapped at this most sensitive area. Withdrawing my tongue I continued to manipulate her clit with my fingers slowly I rose until I stood before her my right hand still fondling her. Making eye contact she shook her head, her pale blue eyes wide with fear I begun strumming rhythmically my two fingers now in her, she shook her head no, muffled whimpers still continued as she was held tight by her restraints whilst I invaded her. Feeling her clit even more pronounced as I continued to explore I entered a 3rd finger into her cupping and grasping at her. Her moans and groans became more vocal although still stifled as I pressed further and more frantically into her with my fingers. "I'm gonna make you come," I whispered into her ear as I pressed myself against her. Shaking her head in defiance, always in defiance she was I continued to goad her body to betray her. I was aching to enter her myself but knew there would be plenty of opportunity. I pushed my fingers further up her pressing my thumb externally on her mound which begun to twitch and convulse at my abuse. "NO! NO! NO!" She wailed as her the fingers on her clamped hands tightened. Her legs pulled upwards on their restraints. Her eyes glazed with tears now started to roll backwards in her head as I continued my persistent intrusion. I could feel her juices beginning to flow as her cunt tightened further around my fingers. What movement her restraints allowed had now subsided but still her body convulsed. I could feel my fingers cramp from the constant momentum but she was close so I persisted. Her round breasts held in place by her vest top heaved as she struggled for breath, not assisted by the existence of the ball gag. Still I groped and pushed against her clit, now stood in close to her breathing in the smell of her body my head nuzzled into her shoulder I bit at her exposed skin. "PLEASE STOP, PLEASE!!" Her head shook as she attempted to crane her neck back against the collar she wore. Her whole body tightened and she convulsed, again and again. Pulling at her restraints it was as if her body would explode. I pressed harder and faster, continuing my momentum. Her eyes showed signs of fear, confusion and if possible betrayal as they rolled in her head. Sweat built on her forehead, and also beads of sweat appeared running between the stains left from the earlier dried cum on her chest, beads rolling between those perfect breasts. Breasts that rose and fall quicker and quicker with every involuntary convulsion I was driving her brain to make through the constant intrusion. And then as I took my head from her shoulder I looked into those pale blue eyes lost now in the back of her skull somewhere she gave in, the tension in her body subsided and I felt a warmth and wetness spill down my fingers and down the tops of her legs. I stepped back immediately, her whole chest still heaving, fingers extended above bound wrists. Reaching to her side I unclasped the fasteners on her tartan skirt and pulled it from her, she barely noticed, I wiped my hand in her skirt and cast it aside. Sitting on the bed I looked up at her once more, juices had run down her leg and at the inside leg the tops of her stockings were visibly damp and moist. She looked at me and I started laughing, "Bet you never expected that did you, you rich little fucking slut" I got up and approached her; naked at the waist she still wore her boots and stockings as well as her vest top and bra beneath. I reached around her neck and undid the neck posture collar her head rolled forward I then pulled at the fastening of the ball gag "I'll keep this off if you keep fucking silent" I warned she nodded no doubt as desperate to breathe freely as anything else. I removed the ball gag, at once spit and drool that had built up in her mouth spilled out on to the floor and down her vest. "Weren't expecting that were you?" I mocked. "Little bit excited by your situation I'd say." "You bastard," she sobbed as she caught her breath "Why...Why are you doing this?" "You have a short memory, your Mums car; drink driving, accident, that ring any bells." "That has nothing to do with what you're putting me through." "It has everything to do with it, might I remind you that you came here of your own free will performed oral sex on me and have just performed like a bitch in heat... you wanted this and offered this to solve your plight." Still hung there she began to sob "It's not fair...what can I do ...what can I do." Getting up off the bed I approached her reached down and removed the pin that held the Spreader Bar to the wall then reaching up I unhooked her wrists, she looked at me expectantly. Unbuckling the corset I stepped back and on her tired legs she tried to move forgetting that the Spreader Bar prevented her from walking. She stumbled past and fell heavily onto her knees, I turned and picked her up under the arms lifting and turning her I lay her on her back on the bed. She hadn't spoken since I released her. Standing over her I reached up to the headboard of the bed, there previously affixed were two wrist shackles I moved them out from under the bed sheet. Leaning over her I pulled her bound wrists towards the shackle above her left shoulder. Without resistance I pulled the shackle on locking it tight using the belt like clasp then taking from my back jeans pocket I removed a small universal key and undid the hand cuffs she wore, but on her right wrist only. Leaning over her, still without resistance I stretched her right arm out and bound that to the corresponding shackle in a similar fashion. She lay there panting and exhausted, fresh tears in her eyes but she it dawned on me as I walked to the end of the bed that despite my best efforts she had yet to break down uncontrollably. I Reached out and grabbed the Spreader Bar and pulled her stretched over the bed. At the base of the bed I released a hook that hinged and met the hole in the Spreader Bar that had previously held it to the wall. Jenny's body was now taught and spread-eagled over the double bed her pale complexion off set by the deep burgundy sheet. Still in her boots, stockings, and her vest top her exposed vagina still moist from the climax I had betrayed her into reaching. Pulling off my T-Shirt and loosening the belt and fly on my jeans she spoke. "This is it then... your final insult... my pay back." She sounded almost relieved as I slipped my boots and jeans off before climbing onto the bed between her legs. "You could have saved yourself so much hassle" I hissed holding myself up on my arms over her. My cock pushed at the restraint of my boxer shorts. Leaning over to the bed side chair I pressed my body down on hers and felt my cock rub against her moist warm entrance. She shuddered and closed her eyes. I pulled the knife from my jacket sleeve. Positioning myself back over her I pulled forward the shoulder strap of the vest top and roughly cut first the left then the right strap with the knife before dropping it on the bed at her side with my hands I pulled harshly at the black vest and tore clean through the middle exposing the red satin bra, only now did I realise its design the same as her thong panties I'd discarded callously earlier. Not that it mattered I took the knife and cut at the straps of the bra, taking the cups that obscured her tits I pulled the bra down to reveal the contents that I desired. The clasp of her bra gave under the force. Jenny turned her head and watched as I flung her bra over my shoulder. Her tits were well rounded pert and had fantastic nipples and surrounding darker areola. She snivelled and brokenly spoke "I paid £50 for that underwear earlier." Even now at a time like this, tied naked to a bed about to be fucked the spoilt rich bitch could only think of money I thought. Angrily I pulled down my boxer shorts "Let me give you something for free to compensate" I snarled. Positioning my cock at the entrance of her cunt I reached up and grabbed hold of both her sumptuous tits with my hands. Shocked she inhaled deeply as I began to pull on her nipples. Taking in a deep breath she still did not protest as much as I'd expected, but with her body exposed to me my cock pressing against her I had no concern for that running my hands behind her back I grasped her shoulders for leverage as I prepared to enter her. Her cunt still moist I felt my bell end begin to part her. With a gasp if as finally realising what was happening she went rigid against her restraints every part of her fought to stop me, but as she was bound and helpless I found added impetus in her struggle and pulling up using her shoulders I began to impale her on me. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!" she screamed "PLEEEASE NOOOOO!!" I reached up and grabbed the head board above her, pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her. Her head flung left to right, blonde hair flaying from side to side as she protested. She felt tight and unused I was perhaps one of her first – must have kept boys satisfied with that cock sucking action I pondered. She gasped as I sunk the final inch of my cock deep into her. "My God please no please don't do this, you're not even protected." "Protected from what?" I goaded bearing my weight down on her twitching my length inside her as if she would forget it was there in her. "You aren't wearing a condom, please so help me god if you get me..." I grabbed her throat cutting off the words "Then that'll be payback" I pulled back slightly then with full forced rammed my pelvis into hers, a look of pain across her face. "No God no," she continued to plead as I began rhythmically pounding away at her tight little cunt, she was well lubricated from her earlier experience and I felt no friction or associated dryness, within moments I had shut out her whimpers and pleads for mercy and soon I built up stride as I rammed my rock hard member in and out of her nubile young hole. Her hands attempted to claw at the restraints in vain, as I built up momentum her struggles and the manner in which I had pinned her to the bed only served to heighten my pleasure as she bucked and writhed under my forced invasion. "Noooo" her constant protest called out pleading for me to cease my assault on her. I reached up to grab the top of the headboard and angle myself deeper in to her. Pounding away as hard and as quick as I could from my hips, this was for my own sense of self gratification. This wasn't tantric this was cold hard fucking. Remorselessly, for several minutes, I pounded machine like away at her as she lay there stretched out across the bed in this dirty damp room Looking down at her she screwed her face up refusing to look at me, her arms stretched out under me. I looked down between my body and hers and saw under the momentum of my thrusting that her breasts slapped up and down with every thrust with which I impaled her. Looking down I could see briefly my shaft as it entered in and out of her. And then looking down over my shoulder I saw her shapely legs spread by the Spreader bar, her stockings working loose by the friction on her, but just below the knee held firmly at the ankle those high heeled long leather boots. The first thing I'd spotted about her, those boots, her leg extending out of the car door at the car park, the click clack of the heels as she approached the Taxi, how they'd pronounced her shapely legs as she stood before me defiantly, the feel of them as I'd earlier run my hands along them and up her stockings earlier. I felt my balls tighten my thrusting quickened I looked down at her and she appeared frozen, she knew what was happening I grabbed the head board and thrust into her quicker harder faster. Her head flailed from side to side then stopped as I arched my lower back ready to fire my hot sticky load deep into her. "Pleeasse... No... any don't... don't cum in me!" she begged me one last time before it was too late "fucking hell no... I'm... I... please you can't... fuck you ...oh no you can't" Smiling down in my frenzy I watched her face as fully penetrating her pushing against the roof of her cunt my cock exploded, convulsing it sprayed her insides with my juices. With each spasm and twitch I repeatedly as I thrust deep into her once more so she could feel cum ooze into her. Collapsing down on top of her as my last drops of whites sticky goo seeped from my cock I lay there feeling her chest rise and fall with exhaustion. She would take more. I felt her body drop its tension against her restraints as she stopped fighting a battle she had already lost. My breath was quick and I could have done with a drink. She began whimpering again "You fucking bastard, you came in me, nobody" she sobbed "Nobody has ever..." she couldn't finish her sentence. She began mumbling and spluttering to herself almost trance like. Sliding my cock out of her I rolled onto the edge of the bed sitting up and facing away from her. Looking at my watch it was coming up to 1am just over 3 hours since I'd met this rich little bitch, from the posh side of town, too precious and self righteous to care for the consequences of her actions. The same little rich bitch who now lay broken and whimpering spread- eagled on the bed next to me, my seed swimming in her. "About done here Jenny, one last trick." My final act I stood walking to the Dressing Table I picked up the low stool and placed it parallel with the bed; I took the holdall and removed 3 lengths of nylon rope placing them around the stool. Jenny had no idea what was happening as she lay emotionally drained staring up at the ceiling. Returning to her once again I took her shackled wrist and freed her right arm, I reached over her; still she sobbed and mumbled to herself. Conscious she might wake from this self induced coma at anytime with speed I attached her right wrist to the hand cuff that had remained on her left wrist throughout. I then freed her from the remaining shackle that held her arms to the bed. At the base of the bed I released the clip that held the Spreader Bar down. She was no weight as I picked her up around the waist from the bed, flipping her onto her face as I did so, a task not easily achieved due to the Spreader Bar still holding her legs apart. Were it not necessary I would have removed it. Still dazed and confused I carried Jenny from the bed and draped her over the Stool its wide seat cut just across the top of her breasts yet allowed her waist and hips to bend over the parallel edge. Taking the first length of rope I began firmly binding her upper body face down to the stool. Wrapping the length of rope 7-8 times I was confident that this was tight enough to hold her. Her arms draped out in front of her, I took her the tops of her arms placing them level with the legs of the stool taking another length of rope I began tying her long delicate arms to the legs of the stool. First the right arm; then trailing the rope behind the stool legs I secured the left forearm with the same length of rope tying it off tightly. Her elbows reached almost the floor her cuffed wrist now stretched out in front of her. Her murmurs became steadily more audible now. "What... what now... what are you..." As she attempted to break her bonds I set about repeating this process with the tops of her thighs on the back legs of the stool. She struggled more now but kneeling on the backs of her calves, pinning her, in no time I wrapped the rope around both the stool legs and the tops of her stockings tightly, realisation that she was further at my mercy she began pleading with me again, "Please no, no more I can't ...don't do this... take me back please just take me back." I secured her thighs the restraint leaving her knees bent and those booted calves trailing behind on the carpeted floor and spread at the by the ever present Spreader Bar. I knelt down behind her. Straining she turned her head to look at me "Please... Please... anything but..." Jenny had realised exactly what was going to happen next, already my cock had stiffened to its full potential. It had hardly relaxed since I'd taken her tied to the bed. I squeezed the tops of her thighs as she hung her head, staring at her wrists bound by the steels cuffs. She kicked her legs from the knee, pounding her booted feet on the ground. Moving from her thighs I took her pale ass cheeks in my hand and massaged them apart. "My God no please!" Jenny pleaded as never before "You can't, I've never..." Slipping my fingers into her gaping and moist vagina I smeared mine and her juices from that tight little hole up over her even tighter asshole which sat invitingly exposed by the manner in which I had bound her. Pulling at my cock I once again positioned my hard penis against an entrance to her pale body, spitting into the palm of my hand I rubbed the saliva all over my penis. Again she craned her neck around "Please I beg you... please!" Placing my cock at the rim of her ass I toyed with her hole and pressed the tip against her ass opening "NOOO!" she squealed at my initial entry, I reached forward and grabbed at her exposed shoulders her ravishing long neck craned back as her body began to feel an experience and a pain like that which she had never experienced. I felt her asshole give as I pulled on her shoulders forcing gently with my hips, this was tight and of slight pain to me as she fought and tightened her ass muscles against my intrusion. I let go of her shoulders and pressed both my thumbs through the rope which bound her on the base of her spine, causing her to involuntarily wriggle, her muscles relaxed momentarily and with force I pushed the rest of cock into her tight asshole. "Aaaagghhh!" she screamed from deep in her throat "Aaggghh! God! No, you fucking baaaaastard stop!" I rested for a while letting her take in this new sensation "Take it out... get it out... I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry!" "I believe you are" I said into her ear "I am... I am," she repeated pounding her bound wrists and boots on the carpeted floor. I slowly began easing my hips back and forth, stretching her ass wider and wider. "Aaaaarrghhhh no stop no," she continued. Pausing, my cock deep in her tightest of holes I fished into the holdall that was discarded to my left I took a Ring Gag and looped it over her head, as I thrust she screamed out again and I placed the ring of the gag into her mouth expertly pulling tight the quick fastening clasp to the back of her head. Stifling the remainder of her scream. I began to thrust backwards and forwards now as much as I could and began building a steady motion, her mouth forced open by the gag it barely allowed her to scream she grunted and groaned through the gag every time my hips slammed against her pert round ass. I kept up a steady repetition each thrust met by a muted groan of pain as Jenny tensed the whole of her body at my intrusion "Ffffoooorrrkkk noaaaaa, ssshhhlunn pleeesh..." "You've got one of the tightest asses I ever fucked" I snarled at her.. "Cuuuuunntttt" she hissed back through the gag as I continued my deep hard penetration. "Yes your cunt was good to," I responded. Slamming harder and harder into her fighting body held rigidly tied doggy style over the stool sweat built on my forehead. I'd work this bitch's ass as long as I had fucked her tied to the bed, she felt good, tight, bound protesting, the constant rhythm of my pelvis smashing against her pale spread buttocks interspersed with her hands and booted legs pounding the floor in unison with her verbal pleas for mercy, begging that I stop this assault. The tightness of her virgin ass wasn't as uncomfortable anymore as momentum built. The friction that her ever tensing body caused soon had my seed rising again I could feel my balls tighten with every thrust deep inside her ass, pushing and pushing I grabbed at the short blonde hair, snapping her head back she screamed in to the hoop gag as I made even deeper penetration into her. My body tensed as I pulled her head impossibly back on her shoulders I felt the backs of my legs cramp from my exertions. Making one last deep stab, her scream caught in her throat, as head pulled back, hair pulled tight strands came away at the roots in my hand. Rising in me firing into her anus I felt my load spill from me pumping and twitching as I filled her asshole with my third explosion of hot sticky cum of the evening. The muffled "Arrrgggggmmmmphhhhh!" sound she made was almost primordial. Howling at the ceiling as her rigid body processed pain and the inner warmth of my deposit as it filled her. I released her hair and her head fell forwards immediately, hung in shame, exhaustion and pity. With relative ease I withdrew my cock from her now gaping asshole, my cock already now relaxing and satisfyingly subsiding from with a dull ache from all of its performing. Jenny still tied in the doggy style position sobbed fully and tears ran down her face properly for the first time, her heavy dark eye makeup began to streak down her high cheek bones, her hair matted damp with sweat clung to the back of her neck and forehead. Her body shuddered as she attempted through both the hoop gag and the binds holding her chest tight to the stool to fill her lungs with air Kneeling behind her I caught my breath and composed myself, reflecting on what had just occurred. I smiled observing Jenny bound as she was, no longer defiant, the little rich bitch must have learnt her lesson I fully dressed before I took care of her, kneeling at her side I took the knife and cut the ropes that bound her arms, then the ropes holding her to the main of the stool down, before releasing her thighs, across the backs of those wonderfully shapely legs I couldn't help but notice how the rope had dug into her soft skin, corrugating the skin under the pressure that her bindings and her struggling had exerted. Taking the universal key I lingered but freed her ankles. I raised her to her feet and turned her to face me. Her mouth was still held wide open by the hoop gag. Silently, with heavy red eyes, makeup smeared down her beautiful face she held out her cuffed wrists. With the key I removed the last of her restraints. She reached behind her and removed the gag. I stepped away expecting a physical and verbal attack but she just stood there naked spare for her boots and fish net stockings and gloves, her tears now gone. She turned to face the mirror on the wall and removing one of her fishnet gloves she wiped away at her makeup subconsciously with it. In the door way I watched as she pieced together what remained of her clothes, wrapping the short skirt around her waist and pulling on her denim jacket she fastened all buttons to hide her nudity. She picked up her discarded mobile phone, and checking her jacket removed a Mercedes Key attached to a set of house keys, a key fob on which read 'ANGEL' There was a knock at the door, I opened it and found Frank the receptionist stood there, grinning at me from his downtrodden face. "Here you are, draft copy I'll edit a full copy tomorrow night," he said handing me an envelope. "I called a Taxi for her... 10 minutes." "Ironic," I said. "Yeah let's hope he gets her home, and isn't an evil bastard like you...don't think she could take much more" he chuckled as he turned and shuffled down the hall way. I closed the door on Frank. "What's that?" she asked. "This," I said retrieving the envelope from my pocket. "This is my insurance." Jenny looked vacant. "You see Jenny, you've just been the star of your very own Movie" I walked to the wardrobe and opened the door a Video Camera faced into the room through a one way mirror "And behind each of those mirrors, and in the ceiling there's a combination of motion sensitive cameras that have recorded every second this rooms been occupied, state of the art stuff." "But" Jenny stuttered unable to comprehend "It'll show everything you did to me" she became excitable "It'll show you doing what you've done, everything, if I go to the Police they'll only have to view that video to see what you've done to me." "Jenny, Jenny, Jenny... thanks to a camera in my Cab and downstairs, this video will show you of your own free will not only arrive but walk arm and arm through reception with me, it will show you entering this room and partially undressing of your own choice... hell it then show you kneeling in front of me before executing what I have to say was a pretty fucking expert blow job, from there on in Frank will have cleverly edited to show nothing more than heavy if brutal sex, including you climaxing admittedly while tied to a fucking wall...for fucks sake in your own stubborn way you helped the situation lay there motionless after being fucked for the first time." Jenny looked to protest but she could not comprehend. I continued, "Frank's audio is always a bit dodgy but seeing how he didn't raise the issue I guess he clearly captured the bit where you begged this to happen right before you sucked my cock." Tears welled in her eyes yet again "Please why? All this why?" "Just wanted to demonstrate how even a rich little bitch like you can be turned to trash, fucked over literally in a world an environment where money don't matter. Before you ran into me drunk in your Mummy's Car with no licence your ideal world was perfect... now welcome to the real world, consequence that's what this lessons been about." "I'll drop a copy off next time I'm in the vicinity of Grove Court Lane if you want..." I grinned. "...other than that these tapes are for mine and Franks personal pleasure, unless you are stupid enough to kick up a stink then we'll broadcast and leave copies where shall we say people you know and care about will be shocked at what their Angel is capable of... not least your Greg." I opened the door and walked away. Jenny followed walking uncomfortably down the hall as I looked back. Her sway was gone replaced by a limp and shuffle no doubt following her back door delivery her ass and cunt ached with every step she took. As she walked down the stairs into reception I gave Frank a knowing nod. Frank leered at Jenny having just sat and witnessed all of her ordeal via a bank of DVD recorders in the office directly behind reception. "Greg..." Jenny said with realization. "Oh my god you fucking idiot, you spoke to Greg." Smugly I acknowledged, "I did, an awesome experience, I think first you'll have to convince dear Greg that you weren't cheating on him tonight and take it from there... I don't foresee a problem with Greg." "But...But you sent him that photo." A flicker of a smile on her face. "Shit," I said. "So I did." A rival Taxi firm pulled up outside I waved to the driver, took Jenny by the arm and led her to the front door, she was bedraggled and confused looking. I could sense her mood lighten in the assumption that I'd slipped up. Jenny slid into the back seat and I closed the door, the driver as every Taxi driver did checked out his fare in the rear view mirror, probably didn't like what he saw, he would have done 2 hours ago. I watched as the Taxi pulled away from the High View Bed and Breakfast. It's gorgeous but now heavily damaged customer on board, her shapely body aching and sore from the restraint I'd applied and the forced intrusion I'd administered. I pulled my mobile phone from my pocket and my car keys. "Frank, I'll see you tomorrow," I shouted into reception not waiting for a reply. Glancing down at my mobile phone the screen read '1 New Message Received' pressing accept a low resolution picture appeared with a text message I'd sent an hour earlier. Hands bound above her, eyes wide with fear, rounded breasts and those legs tied to the wall in those stunning high heeled knee length boots "Greg" I said out loud "you really don't know what you missed." Choosing the option to 'Call Sender' my call connected. "Greg never got that message, how do you think I got your number... do me a favour don't change this number. It would be good to meet again rich bitch." *** ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 61